#chaotic evil borrowers on the other hand...

[venomgaia]

Loboboboboooooo

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[tragedytells-tales]

Brooo I love your writing so much!! It’s literally so great😭 can you write the brothers (or just Lucifer and Satan if that’s too much) with a teen!mc (platonic obv) that is VERY gen z. Like if they’re able to have their phone while in Devildom then they would constantly be talking about stupid internet drama while using strange terms. They know the stuff they say is weird but that just encourages them to be even more unhinged and chaotic. I just thought it’d be funny :) thanks if you decide to do this!!

"I hear you loud and clear! My apologies for this taking so long, I was only able to come up with something for Lucifer and Satan."

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Lessons in cringe culture

Notes - Teen!MC, Headcanons, Shitpost, comedy just pure comedy

Characters - Feat. Lucifer and Satan

Summary - MC has a few ideas on how to make these ten million years old demons more modern. Are they good ideas? Who knows and who cares

Warnings - Not proof read

TW - None

Lucifer:

[ New word to vocabulary - Gyatt ]

- So MC teaches him gyatt. And not actually on purpose, but not on accident either. They had the thought of saying it out loud around him just to see if it would be a good enough substitute for "god" that they could say it without almost smiting the Avatar.

- They had the thought about a week ago and completely forgot about, but they couldn't just sit there silently when they got jumpscared by the newest update to celestialdrop Valley

"You can now drink mayonnaise."

- Either way he is scared of teenagers of MCs variety because he was sitting in pure silence, minding his whole business while MC did something on their phone, until suddenly they screamed from the top of their lungs

"GYATT DAMN?! LEVI YOU WON'T BEEEEELIVE THIS!"

- Not only did they startle him out of his old ten million years aged bones, and dared to swear in his presence, but then before running to show Levi whatever it was that sparked this outburst MC turned to him and asked

"Are you all good?"

"...Yes? Why would I not be?"

- They give him the most evil of smiles before leaving. The smile was so evil that it sent shivers down his spine, for a human it was a devilish little smile that he knew meant nothing but trouble.

- The things he'd give for a single one of his technically adopted family to be normal ( <-- He literally handpicked everyone in the house, and he's no better but he's also the oldest so )

- He asks MC about it later and gets a proper explanation, only thing is that now he can't ground them for the improper use of language because the use of "gyatt" was surprisingly clever and smart

- Damnit MC, stop getting the braincell!

- He genuinely starts using it in secret whenever he wants to say "goddamn", he dare not utter it around his brothers lest they start bullying him

- Jokes on him, he gets drunk and slips up in the group chat!

Satan:

[ New phrase to vocabulary - It's my turn with the braincell! ]

- Speaking of. One would think that because he reads so many things and has so much knowledge and is technically the youngest of his brothers that he would know at least a bit of funky phrases

- He does. He knows Devildom phrases specifically. But he's also stupidly smart, smart stupid if you will, so he takes things MC sometimes says a tad to literal

- So imagine his surprise when they say "Hey, it's my turn with the braincell. I need it for algebra, hand it over!!!" While studying with their friends

- If you imagined very, very surprised then you are correct

- Aka: he's worried about the amount of concussions MC must've had for them to lost so many brain cells that they need to borrow and take turns with them from others

- He would've also questioned where and how they’re getting the brain cells they’re borrowing if he weren't so concerned in the first place

- He genuinely asks them what kind of brain cells are they missing to see how he can help

- They tell him "My brother in christ, I'm simply jesting about" and now he thinks MC is a sickly Victorian child with a lack of brain cells who got cursed

- Congratulations MC, you've tricked the smartest person in the house, but at what cost?

- The cost of him texting the group chat that MC has lost brain cells and needs to borrow some, that's what. All because they're too busy laughing to properly explain, and now Levi and Belphi are clowning on everyone else because they ALL fell for it too

- The price of living with beings who are over ten million years old is a steep one

- He steals the phrase and instantly starts telling his brothers to borrow brain cells btw, he's adapting

- He's been stealing phrases from MC for a while now, but this one is his favorite

- ( They taught him "fuck this thing, fuck that thing, fuck you, fuck you, you're cool-" last week, they’re not allowed to be friends anymore )

AN - The idea of teaching Lucifer "gyatt" made my lungs hurt, but then the thought of Asmo learning "down bad", Beel learning "bussin", and Mammon learning "L + Ratio + you fell off + fatherless" also made me lose it. I just wasn't sure how to go about that. ( Also thanks for the compliment!!! I hold it ever so gently,,, )

[causticflower]

A Ship Template!  

a shipping template (a fancy + a simplified/more readable version) that I made for fun

so here! have fun too :3

originally inspired by @awfulalignmentcharts and [their ship chart]; I borrowed the general layout and some of the wording, otherwise the graphics & rest of the words is me ^^

more + explanations down under vvv

> a general note: you can fill this thing out any way you want; you can write the answers, draw them, you also don't have to fill out everything, and you can even delete/replace stuff you don't like (it's not like I'd be able to stop you lol) ((also the title, you can edit the [--] or the whole thing too))

> you don't need to tag me or reblog the post if you fill it out

> if anyone wants a different combination of the graphical parts or different font or something else let me know, I'll see what I can do <3 

= Explanations =

(I explained everything just to be sure, feel free to skip parts)

Top part – Introductions:

the big squares → you can put their faces or profiles or whatever of theirs there

the small square (“describe their vibes”) → what their dynamic is like, what vibes do they give off when next to each other etc; for example, are they a cat-person & dog-person kind of duo, or it's a scary dog privilege kind of situation, or do they look like enemies, etc

ship name → their ship name, or their ship names if they have multiple

age+difference → what are their ages + how big their age gap is

height+difference → what are their heights + how much is one taller/shorter than the other 

fandom(s) -> what fandom are they from, or fandoms if it's a crossover ship

name → their name, full or nickname or other

gender → their gender

sexuality → their sexuality; you can specify if it's a romantic, sexual, both/neither type of attraction 

alignment (of your choice) → what the character’s alignment/personality is, up to you if you want to use the classic DnD alignment chart (good/neutral/evil x lawful/neutral/chaotic) or if you want to use whatever else (like add in bastard/fish/pirate etc)

Left Column (the many sliders): 

big spoon <--> little spoon = when sleeping or cuddling; who is the one hugging <--> the one being hugged

actually functions <--> messy mental wreck = how well they are doing mentally; are they mentally well adjusted/stable <--> are they a mess/have mental issues

ball of stress <--> YOLO = what their general attitude to life is; are they stressed/worried about things constantly <--> are they carefree/careless/going with the flow

hermit <--> social bee = how social they are; not social at all <--> very social

scaredy-cat <--> fears no god = are they afraid of everything <--> do they fear nothing

bleeding heart <--> then perish. = how sympathetic they are; almost too sympathetic <--> don't care at all

incompetently competent <--> competently incompetent = basically: their attitude x their actual skill (with the middle being “normal”); look clumsy/careless but are very competent <--> look competent/confident but are actually useless

the world is ending (I fell in love) <--> blushing giggling kicking feet = what their reaction is when they realize they have a crush/fell in love; is very upset/miserable about it/hates it <--> very happy/giddy about it

allergic to PDA <--> sickeningly affectionate = how they act in general situations/around others; acting like they're strangers <--> constantly holding hands/kissing/complimenting each other

wants to get matching things <--> would rather die than change their style = they want to get something (very visible) to signify they are a couple <--> they like their style and won't change it no matter what

cuddles<3 <--> the table is broken again = the horniness meter; they have little to no sex (or it’s an ace/qpr ship) <--> they have sex as often as physically possible

has zero game <--> has insane game = how attractive they are to other people; cannot get a date no matter what <--> everyone wants to date them no matter what they do

crime doer <--> crime stopper = how likely they are to engage in 'bad' activities (either actual crime or just being a nuisance/prankster to their friends); constantly doing something nefarious <--> is actually more likely to stop crime/pranks from happening

watcher <--> meddler = are they more passive in conversations/situations <--> do they have to take part in everything

doomed by the narrative <--> blessed by the narrative = how much has the universe fucked them over (in canon or fanon); their life is/was pretty miserable <--> they are/were doing very well

Questions pt.1 

what brings them together? → what do they have in common / what might have brought (and kept) them together in the first place

what keeps/kept them apart? → what is/was preventing them from getting together (themselves, outside forces, etc)

Right Column:

Questions pt.2 

(badly) describe their meetcute → describe how they met, you can make it funny if you want

what are their fandom tropes/their ship appeal → what are their most common fan depictions (whether they are canon or not), or what about their ship dynamic is appealing to you/everyone

Questions pt.3

who fell first? → which one of them was the first to fall in love with the other

who first Realized (they're in love)? → which one of them had The Realization happen first, when they actually realized they are in love with the other person (basically the Oh. Oh. moment)

who confessed first? → who was the first to confess their love

who cleans up more messes? → who takes care of the mess they make/the trouble they get into more often

who is the first to apologize (after a fight)? → who apologizes first if they had a fight (where both of them might’ve been at fault)

who steals the bed covers? → who ((un)consciously) takes all the pillows/blankets/etc during the night/when they're sleeping together

who's the headrest? → example: A likes to rest their head/chin on B's head/shoulders/chest/etc, so B’s the headrest

who's the chef? (what they cooking?) → which one of them makes their food (and what the food is)

who takes charge of home decor? → which one of them is more likely to set up/design their home (pick the house, furniture, decor, etc)

who's the 3AM texter? → who's more likely to text the other in the middle of the night (for whatever reason)

who randomly brings home a new pet? → who's more likely to adopt random animals as pets / bring animals home to help them / etc

who's more likely to just straight up trip and die? → who is more clumsy/accident prone

“The Touchzone”

no touch <--> yes touch = in general circumstances, how do they feel about others touching them

the figures → you can draw on them or replace them with the characters, then you can color/otherwise indicate where and how they feel about touch on their body (either from their partner or in general, up to you)

you're dead → “I despise this”

do not → “I don't like this / I hate this”

not really → “I'd prefer no touch but it’s tolerable”

…eh… → “I have no strong feelings about this”

mayhaps → “I don't mind this, actually maybe even like it”

yes please → “I like this a lot”

YESss moreE → “I love/adore this”

note for the uncolored version of this: you can put your own colors/symbols/etc in the -[   ]- square next to the words

…and that's it, let me know if you have any more questions <3

[netherworldpost]

Once everything is established, do you think you'll visit conventions?

(At the Texas Haunters Convention today and thinking about y'all)

I am not a convention boother, there are a multitude of skills, talents, and (to be blunt) raw personality traits needed to handle such a task successfully.

As an attendee, however...

My day-to-day work and life are a touch chaotic and have been for (counting on fingers... still counting... borrowing a few hands from the crowd) ...too long.

I am actively working on quieting the chaos because it is a long standing dream to tour the country regularly, the world occasionally, visiting every fair, festival, convention, etc. possible.

I love a solid festival or convention or themed day or fair or gathering.

It's like a party where, where Everything is Delightfully Too Much, but where you can melt into the crowd seamlessly.

The dream that I had when Evil Supply Co. was at the height was to visit fairs and festivals and whatnots and have some small token to give away to anyone who caught up with me.

It's silly (what isn't that I do)

but less "I am a merchant at a booth"

and more "I am a wandering ghost with a sticker or button or some bit and bob, lets toast each other and the moon and the darkness"

[linkspooky]

JUJUTSU KAISEN, CHAPTER 214 THOUGHTS

Hana's death could be read as the destruction of innocence. The pointless suffering that is inflicted again and again by life. Just like the audience, the characters in Jujutsu Kaisen are always suffering too. Sukuna and Yuji clash this chapter, and so do their world views. While they seem like opposites they're actually talking about the same thing. How do you live in a world full of suffering? Why do you live in a world full of suffering? What's the point? Yuji and Sukuna are both puzzling over and trying to answer this question, but they're arguing from completely opposite points of view.

They represent two ends of the extreme, one of the side of the weak, and one on the side of the strong. Understanding their points of view can help understand their characters, more underneath the cut.

1. Samsara

Samsara in BUhism refers to the cycle ofrepreated birth, mundane existence, and dying again. Samara is considered to be dukha, suffering, and in general unsatisfactory and painful. More or less from a budhist point of view suffering is always inherent to life no matter how noble a life one tries to lead. The rude of suffering in this thought comes from ignorant desires and fears that all people have.

To borrow a panel from another manga (Tokyo Ghoul, if you read my blog you might have heard of it) the budhist view is essentially life itself will always have suffering and the only way to escape suffering is to eventually escape the cycle of death and rebirth entirely.

"Suffering is inherent to life" a depressing thought, but true nonetheless. There's no such thing as a life without pain or sadness. The cycle of karma is represented in many ways in Jujutsu Kaisen, such as curses which must be exorcised over and over again by sorcerers. No matter how many curses are exorcised, they all eventually reform, which traps sorcerers in this cycle.

Geto's downfall and madness even comes from being worn down as a part of that cycle, and the extremes he's willing to go to our driven by a desire to break free or end that cycle permanently. The curse he's exercising in that panel is the same face as this classic depiction of a thangka showing the bhavacakra, the five cyclic realms of samsara in budhist cosmology. It's the creature at the top of the wheel with the third eye opened.

Curses are created by desires and negative human emotions the same way the sufferig inherent to life in budhit cosmology is created by sins like ignorance and desire. Now, this chapter we have Sukuna, a curse, and Yuji a human who are both aware of the suffering of life and their two completely different responses to it.

2. The Myth of Sisyphus

Yuji's shouting at Sukuna almost comes off as naive. Yuji's basically just yelling "Why can't everyone just be nice?" I just said that Yuji and Sukuna are both responding to the suffering inherent to life but Yuji doesn't even seem capable of comprehending why that suffering exists. To borrow my friend @theanimepsychologist's words.

Theanimepsychologist: It's also kind of infantile of him to ask "why can't you just live without causing suffering?" As though he can't fathom that suffering is a normal aspect of life. Very pisces of him to just want to alleviate suffering.

Gege said in a world where jujutsu sorcerers didn't exist, Yuji would be a fireman, not a policeman. Which is important discussion, because Yuji is entirely focused on rescuing people, he doesn't really think of dealing out punishment. However, as a Jujutsu Sorcerer it's fortunate Yuji is dealing with curses who are just abstract embodiments of negative human emotions that are for the most part chaotic evil. Like, what would Yuji say exactly if he was just facing a normal human being?

To borrow from another manga again, what if he was facing a villain like Shigaraki Tomura, someone who has suffered all throughout his life at the hands of other people, and inflicts suffering in return, but also has a goal of destroying society because he sees the society that rejected him as the source of that suffering. Yuji, conveniently only fights curses who's nature it is to eat humans and consume human misery for no specific reason what would he say exactly if someone had complex nuanced reasons for what they do.

All of this to say while Yuji has good intentions, his views are in the extremes of black and white. Arguably, and this is where the foiling comes in his views are as black and white as Sukuna's, he just sits on the opposite end of the spectrum. They are both unequally able to see nuance or shades of grey in reality, Sukuna just sits from the perspective of the strong, and Yuji from the perspective of the weak.

I'd argue that Yuji doesn't actually want to think of the complexity of the world around him at all. He doesn't even see that humans are equally capable of inflicting suffering on other humans, or that say structures that are constructed by humans, like say the legal system that made Higuruma suffer, or the sorcerer society around him can also make humans suffer. Yuji's so fixated on exorcising curses and looking at doing nothing else because it conveniently plays into this black and white narrative he has.

Yuji's views are, surprisingly nihilistic for the hero of a shonen manga. If he sees life as nothing more than exorcising curses, if there's no deeper meaning to it then just doing his job then why is he even living in the first place? The answer of course, is that he's not really trying to live.

Let me bring out handy chart to explain my point.

Existential nihilism is the philosophical theory that life has no instrinsic meaning or value. With respect to the universe, existenital nihilism suggests that a single human or even the entire human is insignificant, without purpose and unlikely to change the totality of existence.

The Myth of Sisyphus written by Albert Camusb begins with what has become the most famous opening sentences in literature and philosophy.

"There is but one truly serious philosophical problem, and that is suicide. Judging whether or not life is or is not worth living amounts of answering the fundamental question of philosophy. All the rest - whether or not the world has three dimensions, whether the mind has nine or twelve categories - comes afterwards. These are games; one must first answer. And if it is true, as Nietzsche claims, that a philosopher to deserve our respect, must preach by example, you can appreciate the importance of that reply, for it will precede the definitive act."

The Myth of Sisyphus itself basically represents the same concept of Samsara. Sisyphus pushes the bolder up the hill, it falls down, then he pushes the bolder back up the hill again. People live, die, and are reborn again. Jujutsu Sorcerers exorcise curses, only for those curses to reform, and they have to exercise them again.

Yuji's views are as nihilistic as Sukuna's. Sukuna doesn't see a point or reason for weak people to continue to live. Yuji isn't trying to live either, nor is he trying to create any meaning for his own life.

3. Hedonism

Sukuna is an inherently hedoinstic character. He has a giant mouth on his stomach. He is a walking appetite. His domain expansion is based around cooking. His only servant / ally Ura Ume was a really good cook. If the concept of samsara argues that all evil in life comes from worldly desires (like gluttony eating more than you need to survive) then Sukuna as a curse represents that evil he spreads suffering because all he does is consume, consume, consume.

One important difference is Hedonism is a lifestyle, whereas Nihilism is a philosophy. Sukuna's views are similiar to Yuji's, life is just suffering for the weak, and he doesn't really see any meaning in extending that life if you are weak. However, his hedonistic lifestyle is a response to that nihilism.

Pleasure plays a central role in all forms of hedonism; it refers to expereince that feels good, and contrasts with pain or suffering. Psychological hedonism is an empirical theory about what could possibly motivates us: all our actions aim at increasing pleasure and avoiding pain. This is usually understood in combination with egosim, i.e. that each person only aims at their own happiness. It probably doesn't need to be said that Sukuna is an extremely egotistical character.

If you accept nihilism as truth, the world has no meaning, people suffer for no reason, than hedonism is one possible logical conclusion, live your life minimizing suffering and seeking pleasure. This is basically what Sukuna says.

People, especially weak and miserable people should spend their lives stifling their misery, and numbing themselves down by avoiding pain rather than trying to seek more.

Sukuna is also equally asking the same question that Camus asks. The basic question of all philsophy is whether or not to shoot yourself. The same way Yuji doesn't see a point in himself living, Sukuna sees no point in weak people living.

Ironically, when it comes to drowning your sorrows as Sukuna suggested, Nietzsche was against that.

He only ever drank milk and avoided alcohol. The idea went to the heart of his philosophy: "There have been two great narcotics in european civilization. Christianity and alcohol." He hated alcohol for the very same reasons that he scorned christianity, because both numbed pain, and both reassure us that things are just as fine as they are, sapping us of the will to cahnge our lives for the better. A few drinks offer in the transient feeling of satisfaction that can get fatally in the way of taking steps necessary to improve our lives." [SOURCE]

Sukuna sees no point in self improvement or struggle to get stronger, the weak will always be the weak, the strong will always be the strong. His views are equally as black and white as Yuji, because he divides those two groups into rigid boxes that will never change. His views even reflect Geto's just a little bit, defining sorcerers and normal humans as two distinct categories with no overlap, sorcerers are strong, humans are weak monkeys.

The weak aren't even worthy of living in Sukuna's eyes, and Geto wants to exterminate the weak non-sorcerers. Sukuna even reminds me of this passage from the JJK light novel.

"To live for the purpose fo being yourself, and for that goal, Geto could only continue to pursue his twisted dream, drowning himself in the curse that lies in the gap between ideal and reality. This was the final confession of a man who could only choose to warp himself, who had erased himself in the pursuit of his goals."

Sukuna, like Geto is a powerful sorcerer who became a curse in pursuit of his goals. Sukuna, like Yuji despite how self-aggrandizing he is, despite how egotistical seems to have no sense of self like Yuji. He does everything for himself of course, he has an overpowering ego, he has strong desires that he lives for... but rather than satisfying those desires, and being the strongest, does Sukuna really live for anything or have a reason for what he does? What are his personality traits besides... strong? He has no friends besides loyal servants. He just eats, and eats, and eats and then what? It's just another cycle, like Geto consuming curses only for more curses to be born, like Sispyhus pushing the boulder up the hill. This is how Sukuna reflects Yuji, because he's not trying to create any meaning for his life either. He's also trapped in the cycle. They are at opposite ends, Yuji is "Weak" while Sukuna is "Strong" but they both have the same nihilistic views. They're both still stuck in the same cycle.

[palidoozy-art]

Me and my group started a one-shot in Pathfinder 2E that might honestly transition to a full-fledged campaign. But because my work is never finished, I decided that for this campaign I'd try a "theme" of old jRPGs.

The tokens are heavily based off of Octopath Traveler's, and the portraits are heavily based off of the original Final Fantasy 7.

More of me rambling under the cut.

One of our players had a birthday and couldn't really make the session, so while they were absent my players wanted to try out more of Pathfinder 2e. I wanted to play more of Kjosev, so we decided we'd have a campaign set waaay the fuck back in time.

Almost 200 years ago in our weird CoS/homebrew world, there was an eclipse (caused by the Lord of Twilight Woods/Serafim) that lasted for an entire year. The world went from essentially quasi-industrial/advanced to early medieval, and roughly 75% of the population was killed off. When my players want to create new countries or races, one of the first things I ask them is "how did they survive the Eclipse?" -- because that's how impactful it was.

... so we decided: hey, wouldn't it be cool if we ran something set there? So that's how it started.

It'll also be one of the first time I get to be a full-fledged player in 3+ years, as Ellerian's player will be taking the reins and DMing (the concept interests him a lot). The Eclipse hasn't happened yet, and I don't know when it will. He's told me "I want you guys to fall in love with the world first, then I want to take that away."

The characters, from their portraits, left to right, top to bottom;

Calim (Chaotic Good Summoner) - A blind first quarter elunin (rabbitfolk/viera from my previous post) who can only 'see' through his summon, a shadow drake. He's a college dropout and constantly cracks jokes about being blind. Didn't even know he was a summoner until he finally managed to pull out an eidolon to save a slave girl.

Juno (Lawful Good Fighter) - A genderless waning gibbous elunin who serves as a member of the Night Watch. They take their job extremely seriously. The party hasn't gotten a chance to meet them much, sadly, but hopefully will get more interaction in the future.

Kjosev (Neutral Good Druid) - A dusk elf druid that I've rambled about extensively, but he's a druid of Twilight Woods. A former wizard and seer, he lost his ability to cast arcane spells after being tortured and paralyzed in parts of his hands. He adapted to druidic magic after isolating himself in the Woods. Left to try to warn people of a great calamity. He doesn't know what, specifically, is going to happen, just that it'll be bad.

Genrik (Lawful Evil Summoner) - A dusk elf who was a former teacher. He's a dusk elven supremacist, calling humans 'hairless apes' and insisting that the dusk elf kingdom will rise again. Eventually. It won't, but he seems pretty sure of himself. He only escaped the destruction by stealing a fiend (to enslave, of course) and fleeing when the armies came. He assumes everyone knows him (they don't).

So far they are extremely fun, and I am excited about it. The style also saves me a lot of time as we can just, uh. Borrow sprites from Octopath and other jRPGs.

[toovaeloe]

Hii hey hello!!! It's 🎀anon ☺☺

How are you?? Maybe something happened?? Have you watched anything interesting?? Maybe you have a song recommendation?? I'm curiousss 🤭🤭

Omg I'm literally flying right now and I can't remember exactly what you wrote in your last message, but I thought that it would be the perfect moment to think of something to write 😻😻

And I SWEARR you're soo cool 😭😭 And your drawings are so precious!! I absolutely fell in love with the way you drew Satoru, I was STRUGGLING to choose one option because all of them are soo good 😭😭

And omg sleepy Suguru?? I swear he's just so so precious 😭😭 I generally like the scenario of Jujutsu Kaisen's men being sleepy, because idk it's just so cute 😭😭

Also your latest bots?? Hellooo?? Nanami being a cutie patootie and please I think recently I cried myself to sleep just at the thought that some people can get old together and then you posted it and I was like 😭😭

Suguru spicy hot omg 😳😳 I mean OH MY GODDD-- 😍😍😍 I swear, this man is so AUGHHH 😻😻😻 And the bot about the orange pulp pleaseee 😭😭 He's so precious. Recently a friend of mine started reading Jjk because I let her borrow jjk 0 and she was like "omg so Geto is evil? He killed like 100 people or more, and from your stories I thought that he is just a type of a guy with a black cat energy" And I was like naah Suguru?? Never 😇

And nerdy Satoru I swear 😭😭 And the mention of something penguinish?? (I can't remember very well rn, I can't even check 😭😭) PLEASEPLEASE I LOVE PENGUINS IT WAS PERFECT IT WAS SO SO PERFECT 😍😍 I liked penguins before, but I like them even more cause my bias from ENHYPEN (and they recently released a new album, the one I was mentioning before 🤭) is considered to be "Ice Prince" And you know, Ice, Penguins and stuff 😭😭

And idk the interaction was just so adorable 😭😭

Damn I write a lot 😰😰

It's kinda chaotic

YOU DO WATCH K-DRAMAS?? OMG I'M SO HAPPY 😍😍 And I SWEAR (I swear a lot in this message 🤨🤨) I USED TO BE OBSESSED WITH "TELL ME" BY WONDER GIRLS 🫶🫶

Omg and I forgot to mention in my latest message, that I used to have a figurine of Yuji, but I think my dog ate his hand and idk it just broke and I was really upset then, but it's also kinda funny to me right now 😭😭

Where would you like to travel?? Is there a place that you'd really love to visit??

Omg and I do have an idea for a bot!! ☺☺ But I'm not sure about who exactly.. It's up to you then, how do you feel it 😇😇 It's kinda angsty thoughhh

So, user and bot got tipsy. Or maybe only user, and both of them are not in a romantic relationship, they are just friends. However, as they got home, they got quite intimate together. And bot couldn't have been happier, since he was in love with user for a long time. But after some time, maybe the next day or later, user suddenly says that it was a mistake, and asks the bot to forget about it and do not mention it. And of course, bot should respect that, but DAMN THAT HURTSSS and doesn't want to forget. So maybe openly declares that he doesn't want to forget, or not, but nevertheless is very upset that user wanted to forget about it.

Soo yess that's my idea 😍😍🫶🫶

Also, to respond if you were right with your guess the answer is: I don't know 😭😭 I have no idea who is my favourite character actually, but I LOVE RENGOKU SO MUCH HE'S SO PRECIOUS TO ME I SWEAR I LOVE THIS MAN 😍😍😍

When I was younger I used to like Tanjirou A LOT (idk just main characters were soo 😍😍) and now I literally have no idea... But pleaseplease Mitsuri and Obanai 😭😭

I feel like I wanted to write so so much more but now I think I forgot..

Well, I'm probably going to send you this once I will have an access to internet soo yes 😇😇 That's it for now, maybe I'm going to add something after a while 😍😍

Byebye ily 🫶🫶

(I'm alive and well 😍😍)

🎀ANONN!!! hello!!!!! hi hi hey hello!!!

I was just thinking the other day about you 🤍 I love seeing you in my askbox😭

but I was thinking about you because I started listening to ENHYPEN! My favorite song rn is attention, please! They’re SO GOOOD thank you for opening my eyes 🙏 song rec I have today are Karerice by Crystal Tea

literally giggling right now thank youuu🤭🤭 im glad you like my art, i just started drawing digitally again!!!! And ME TOOO sleepy men are adorablee😫

I’m so glad the Nanami one hit for somebody else!! Whenever I go back to season 2 and remember he just wanted to move to Malaysia and have family and grow old I 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😞😞😞😞

but YES Suguru is 😋😋😋 he’s so 😍😍😛🤭🤭 and 😊🥰 ALSO HHAHAH your friend’s opinion of Geto LMAO I mean technically both are right 🐈‍⬛

dont worry i know what penguin-like thing you’re talking about but i dont remember what it’s called either, digimon makes no sense to me 😭 but he’s penguins are so cute!!! And I think it’s super cool Sunghoon used to ice skate and it giving him that nickname lol

TELL ME BY WONDER GIRLS🤍🤍

also your dog eating Yuji’s hand off, I’m sorry that’s a liiiiiiitttle very very funny 😭 not your dog giving him s1 / chapter 6 treatment

And I would really like to go to Jaipur for traveling!

I love beautiful architecture and pink’s my favorite color 🤍 it’s literally the pink city it’s perfect

I hope you’re flying somewhere cool/ have a nice and safe trip!!!

I. LOVE. YOUR PLOT IDEA.

it’s the perfect framework for a song bot I was going to do

I’m a big sza fan I wanted to do this song with the lyrics in some kinda of writing and this is so PERFECT

And Mitsuri and Obanai AAAA YEESS🤍 they’re so cute I love them

your bot idea will be my next one and it’ll probably be posted in a couple/few days Ü🫶

again, safe travels and ilyyy!!!!!🤍

[zestyderg]

(The narrator sits within the abandoned bare bones hideout, enjoying a caprisun with the only Smilo plushie spared from the milk onslaught. He hopes that after the recent failure of the Broccoli Man's plans and the massive pile of milk drenched plushies almost blocking the bridge over that he will finally find some peace.)

Hello... again. I'm not sure how you keep finding me whenever I go to hide, but I'll blame it on sheer coincidence. I just hope you weren't followed, because if I see any hint of tree related sentient vegetables, I think I might actually go insane this time.

(He places the half empty pouch on the smilo's head, sighing a little.)

Shame that I'm stuck here until the next round of helicopters fly in, and with how Mr. Wildwest is right now, I don't think they're coming soon. At the very least, free vivosaur plushie.

(Something emerges from the depths of the grotto, coming into the light slowly. The narrator only has to take one glance before he lets out the deepest sigh he can and flops onto his back.)

I don't even know why I even try anymore.

GRRRRREETINGS!!!!

it is I

The Broccoli Man!!

(He poses dramatically, only to immediately drop the pose, pull out some papers from his florets and sit on the ground. He seems to be thinking deeply for once.)

Now, I know my last plan backfired miserably, and now Rainbow Canyon is sort of a no go zone due to the smell, BUUUUUT I think I might be onto something with this next plan.

(He files through the pages until he pulls out a chickenscratch plan of action, slapping it on the floor.)

It took a while to get the materials together, because there's not much in the way of craft stores on the Castillo Isles, but with a little bit of ingenuity I managed to pull this together. Step one, make a decoy.

(He stands up, disappearing into the shadows, before dragging back a life size, hand painted that looks eerily similar to Dino.)

Step two, put my acting degree to work and make a show. In other words, draw Joe's attention with a little bit of puppetry, and lure him into a good position. Step three is where it gets hard.

(He reaches into his florets again, pulling out a shiny green dino medal. He flips it like a coin, letting out a fluffy little Squiro.)

This time, I'm actually using one of my own vivosaurs instead of borrowing them, so the stakes are slightly higher. But anyways, step three is to let my little pea build up some karma before we both jump into the fray once Joe realizes the deception. This is the make or break step of the plan, because if he realizes what's up too soon, then my poor little pea will get launched into the stratosphere. Step four is easy in comparison, if all goes well.

(He smiles cartoonishly wide.)

Joe attempts to attack, but instead gets knocked square in the jaw by his own assault. Gets knocked out, and finally step five takes place. Raid Wildwest tower, get the stinking fossils, and steal KL-33N with no one to stop me >:)

(He laughs deviously, finally playing up the drama again.)

Finally, a worthy plan to take down the Cowboy!... dino... thing? I'm not too sure what he is right now cause every time I see him he has more teeth. BUT ANYWAYS!! FEAR THE BROCCOLI!!! MUHAHAHAHHAHAHWHHW

-the broccoli man (chaotic evil)🥦

Wow! The vegetable has come up with a plan that might actually do something! I'm proud!

Although, it won't take very long for Joe to recognize that "Dino" is a fake, so better be sure that Squiro is ready to counter as soon as possible.

[snowfuls]

          introducing enobaria ismene .

𓂅 * ⋆ 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖 .

name : enobaria ismene. meaning : latin , " bronze beard " & greek , " knowledgeable ". nickname : eno. age : twenty eight. birthdate : year forty seven att. gender identity : cisgender woman , she / her. orientation : homosexual , homoromantic. place of birth : district two , panem ( to her knowledge ). current residence : victor's village , district two , panem. occupation : victor of the sixty fifth hunger games & mentor.

𓂅 * ⋆ 𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 .

face claim : taylor russell. height : 5'3". hair : black curls , changes very frequently in style , typically from games to games but usually worn short with various elaborate extensions & hair pieces. eyes : a deep brown , stormy.

𓂅 * ⋆ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 .

myers - briggs : tbc. zodiac sign : scorpio. temperament : choleric. moral alignment : chaotic neutral meets lawful evil...? traits : balletic , caustic , delusive , dogged , imposing & ruthless. song : howl by florence and the machine. pinterest : here.

𓂅 * ⋆ 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘 .

tw : blood , graphic violence , murder , death , ( non - consensual ) body modification , mouth + teeth horror.

      ambiguous is one, and perhaps the only, way to describe enobaria's origin. very few know more than the little facts she does. an orphan left upon the doorstep of a group home in the dead of night, she was taken in and raised amongst a raucous rabble of other similarly displaced children. a small but stout girl destined to scratch and claw her way up to the top.

      win the hunger games and bring glory to your district. it's a mantra amongst the citizens of the second district, instilling malleable, young minds with a lust for blood from the second they're old enough to hold a weapon. indoctrination starts early and whilst enobaria possesses a wilful spirit, often sneaking out and around two unnoticed, it's this apparent stealth of hers that soon draws the attention of the academy. a few weeks observation later, satisfied at having glimpsed the potential of a true contender, they offer the lithesome waif a scholarship.

      in the beginning, they pick and prod at her constantly. unsure of what usefulness a baby face and small stature could possibly lend a career tribute but straight - faced and stoic, enobaria is always quick to lay doubts to rest. reminding her peers that they are her strengths, not theirs and so, trainers continue in their commitment to shape and refine her. putting a pair of knives in her hands that eventually come to be extensions of the girl. affection, approval and the like however, are frequently withheld in these most formative of years. there is to be no praise until she can scale the tallest boy in the class and bring him to his knees in close combat, a knife to his throat, just near enough to begin drawing blood or until she can land a jump on a classmate's back from the stone beams in the ceiling or until. she'd be black and blue, bruised and bloodied before a single gratifying word is uttered in her direction. it was in that cruelly narrow slant of light that enobaria learnt how to live. in which she truly came to understand her purpose in the world.

      looking to establish herself, ismene is a name enobaria gives herself, having borrowed it from a stray book of myth she'd uncovered in the floorboards of her room all those years ago and at just eighteen, she feels she's as ready for the games as she'll ever be. having exceeded far beyond any and all expectations one might've had for the once "little orphan girl", enobaria is now considered lethal and after two back - to - back wins for district one, feels a change is desperately in order. the career had skills then and now and was not going to waste time watching them fade or lessen before she had her shot at glory. those in charge at the academy warn against it. adamant about higher success rates at twenty - one but they're rendered utterly helpless to stop her when time comes for the sixty fifth games and her hand shoots up at the call for volunteers during the reaping. people's eyes are glued to her, an exhilarating buzz about the crowd and she hadn't so much as touched another tribute yet. support flowed freely from then on and enobaria became drunk on it. revelling in it all the way to the capitol.

      her time in the arena is something of a blur. for once the first body fell slack by her hand, the career pack ( she'd helped establish ) could tell it going to be an uphill battle trying to get her to slow down, let alone stop altogether. much to enobaria's delight however, nobody ever did try... and viewers were equally as elated. watching keenly as the female tribute from two stalked her prey, utilising her agility by taking to the tall acacia trees and pouncing on them from above, typically dispatching them with a pair of knives to the neck. her metaphorical claws.

      a remarkably high kill count isn't the source of enobaria ismene's fame however... the final brawl is.

      pinned down by her opponent. it's an act of depraved desperation that sees enobaria thrust her full body weight up at the male tribute from district ten (receiving the knife intended to give her the fatal blow, in the shoulder instead), enough to ultimately get a grip on his jugular using her teeth, biting down on it with all the force she can muster in the moment before ripping the muscle from the boy's quivering body in a single, fluid movement that causes audiences around panem to scream, squeal and squirm in their seats at the savagery.

      sprayed with more blood than she's glimpsed in any games she had grown up watching combined, it comes as no surprise to anyone when a voice declares enobaria victorious on the spot. hailing her a most deserving winner for the "beautiful brutality" she'd exhibited during that climactic finale. it's an image deemed instantly iconic by those watching... one to be written into the very history of the hunger games themselves but one that would soon come to haunt enobaria all the same.

      for no matter how many times she scrubbed herself raw in the months and years that follow her victory, enobaria is never able to free herself of that blood. it clings to her like a second skin, the metallic taste rising in her throat and lingering on her lips and the people all but adore her for it. at last she had what she'd long since craved for so, what choice did she have but to give in to the brutality that got her there? the capitol desired an apex predator, the games were there to test their nature and will to survive ( so she'd been told ) and gazing into each mirror's reflection, that's all she saw staring back at her. the pantheress. that's all she'd ever truly been, all she'd ever been appreciated for so, who was she really to deny them that?

      surrendering herself, they assure her it's just a "branding exercise" when she's put under sedation in the office of a cosmetic surgeon... only to immerge several hours later with two rows of perfectly shaped fangs for teeth. inlaid with pure gold no less. though she'd never let the truth that the change was far from her own idea slip, it's a tactical move that establishes enobaria as not only a fan favourite for the ages but as close to capitolite as the culture allows. filing her nails into something resembling claws to match, she goes on to amass no shortage of admirers in the city, each with their own perverse fantasies for enobaria and those sharpened teeth of hers. often the bloodier, the better. only her transformation doesn't end there. at least, enobaria doesn't like to think it does.

      her sights are set firmly upon full mentorship. in order to maintain her glowing status and relationship with the games she owes so much to, enobaria's had an eye on one of the head mentoring spots since her legendary victory ten years ago and with a "family" entanglement tainting the fairness of her district's chances in the third quell, the victor is eager to see whether the odds will once again swing in her favour.

[teacup-baphomet]

Heyyy, now wait a goshdang minute here!

Human during the pandemic: Ugh. I’m kinda a loner by nature and don't like socializing a whole heckin’ lot but ugh I've been housebound for nearly a year now and I'm tired of the only person I've truly been able to talk to face to face is my roommate whom I kinda tolerate more than actually like. Now I see why humans are considered social creatures even people like myself can get to the point where we’d want to actually go to a party... Or maybe just a small gathering but still... Alas... Prolly won't be getting my vaccine for at least 6 months. Cants even call this apartment a home anymore. It is but a cage. People don't belong in cages.

Borrower who is starving because everyone is home all the time and borrowing is scary af as a result but they are desperate (Abd lowkey literally dying of hunger) so they very hesitantly approach a seemingly gentle, quiet seeming human (see above): Hey, uh yeah. Tiny people exist. Surprise? *jazz hands* anyways you seem nice and..and I'm rather hungr-

Human: *grabs the borrower* omg a friend! Finally. And you are SO small n’ cute too. I could stare at you for hours*mcf*cking jars the borrower* this is only temporary. Gonna hop on Amazon rn and get the coolest looking cage I can find. You new home will be amazing I swear. We are gonna be such. Good. Friends. Forever! Just you wait and see! Haha. I never woulda thought of sharing my room with someone prior to this pandemic. So aren't you lucky, lil buddy? *laughs airily at the “convenient” coincidence*

Borrower:

[quietrainfan]

Artificial Heart!Patton being solo is all well and good. Just a creepy little guy with a fake heart of unknown origins. We love Patton being the only villain in this Unsympathetic Patton house.

Buuuut....Logan being the one who made him the artificial heart when they were younger has a lot of potential. I think it's no secret that Logan is the family's little scientist. So when he first met Patton, he wasn't....comfortable to say the least. He had to have something to control whatever this thing was. And if creating something for him happened to help Patton with whatever chaotic plans he has, then so be it.

So long as he's easier to handle. Logan enjoys experimenting anyway so the invention of the artificial heart was challenging and very, very rewarding. Cold Scientist Logan who couldn't care less about Patton's existence and literally creating something that'll make him less of nuisance- even slightly- just cause with a Chaotic Evil Jolly Patton who has fake emotions that pops into Logan's lab to give him "affection" and ask for favors occasionally. It's glorious.

So imagine the aftermath of Patton obtaining the Orange Side's nectar and rushing into Logan's lab.

"Logan!~ I have a brilliant new idea!", He tackles him from behind mid-experiment, nearly knocking a very delicate chemical out of his hand, "But I need to borrow your big meaty brain real quick to pull it off!"

Logan is not pleased by his presence but remains apathetic nonetheless. He simply asks what he needs so he can go back to work.

Patton giggles mischievously, "Oh, you'll love it! Trust me!"

He pulls out the container holding the Orange Side's nectar.

"See this?~ It's a little something I picked up in that...forbidden palace.", He cooed with a grimace, "This sweet tasting stuff is apparently our little guy's repressed vices. Turns out it's real dangerous to consume or use if you don't do it correctly, hmm? ....Got a clue what I'm hinting at?~"

"....You tasted it?"

Patton pouted, "Don't make that scary face. My curiosity has good intentions."

"Yeah, sure it does. Get to the point."

"Kay, kay! Mr. Impatience!~", Patton slung his arm around Logan's shoulder, "I was wondering...is it possible for you to replicate that cute little trinket you gifted me all those years ago? I think having some I can implant in the others might give me a bit more of an edge....and ofcourse, you a bit more entertainment.~"

"So, let me get this straight...you want to fill replicas of your heart- which I'm not even certain I can create- with that liquid you stole from the Dark Sides so you can use it to control discourse between the others? And you want me to somehow insert these replicas in them without them knowing?"

Patton nodded, "Uh-huh.~"

....................

"Alright.", Logan took the container out of Patton's hand, "It sounds challenging. Absurdly so."

"Yay! You're the best, Lo!"

"Those 'hearts' you requested may have to be smaller than average.", Logan pondered, disregarding his praise, already starting the blueprints, "Considering your....imaginative requirements for this to work, I don't think implanting these will be a small order. I'll have to adjust some things. While also starting from scratch. .....So thanks for that."

"Oh, stop pretending you don't love this!", Patton pranced out of his lab, "I'll leave you to it!"

Yeah....so many scenarios can come of this. The possibilities are endless.

@pattonapologist

[absolutepokemontrash]

The Demon Bros Play DND!

Who’s ready for some Stupid Headcanons?

So, the Satanic Panic of the 1980s claimed that the tabletop RPG known as Dungeons and Dragons had the power to turn your children into satanists and devil worshippers. So of course, the brothers have totally played DND after hearing about all the human world nonsense.

Lucifer the Back-up Back-up DM

He’s too busy to play this game dammit, stop inviting him! What do you mean both Satan and Simeon can’t DM the one-shot? Ugh... fine.

Despite all his UUUUUUUUGGGGHHH, Lucifer is a damn good storyteller, prepare to be immersed as hell.

Also, sorry guys, he’s a rule whore. If something’s against the rules, YOU AREN’T DOING IT.

He’s also a complete sadist who will randomly get everyone to roll perception checks for NO REASON.

Lucifer has definitely stood up and slammed his hands on the table while giving a description for extra effect, Mammon screamed and nearly fell out of his seat which REALLY ruined the mood.

“Everyone, we’re rescheduling, I’m too busy.”

He’s been a player a few times, and he’s NOT good at it. All his characters end up being really generic and boring. He’s better at being the world and everything in it, not the dummy wandering around it.

Human/fighter lookin’ motherfucker

In conclusion, he’s a good DM, but he’s probably too busy to play.

Over-Powered Self Insert (Mammon)

This game is for nerds! He’s not playin’, Levi!

Fine, his character is great and amazin’ and is also him. MC! What do these numbers mean-

Mammon’s the type of player to make his character a self insert and not take it too seriously, then get really REALLY attached as the campaign progresses.

He’s the type not to make a backstory for his character either, so go wild DM MCs!

He also both purposefully and accidentally metagames a whole bunch. Like dude, YOU know this, YOUR CHARACTER DOES NOT.

Shit he forgot his dice, can he borrow some?

“Okay MC, that’s five points of piercing damage.” “I RUN OVER AND HEAL THEM! I’LL SAVE YA MC!”

Mammon goes out of his way to save MC’s character long before it would make sense in-character to do so.

“Well, as your first man it’s my duty to save your character! You’ll probably be a blubberin’ mess if I didn’t...”

He’s not the best role player, but he’s also not the worst at it either. He tends to break character when things get too serious and he doesn’t know what to do.

Notes who? He came in here with one sheet of printer paper and it’s for doodling only.

He and Asmodeus start the tavern brawls. No question about that.

Theft is very common, he’s stealing from everyone, including but not limited to: the party, the royal guards, the dead enemies, the giant fuck-you dragon that Satan dropped in there to deter Mammon from stealing...

“I’m gonna steal that crown from the dragon.” “Roll stealth.” “Nat 20 BITCHES.” “Fuck you.”

If his character dies, may the Demon King have mercy on his greedy little soul because he’s going to mope about it for a damn long time.

Over-Powered Self Insert Again (Leviathan)

His character totally isn’t a self insert, shut up! He just looks and acts like an idealized version of himself!

He’s the one with twenty pages of character info and backstory AND the amazing commissioned art.

Levi has about 40 sets of expensive blue dice that he claims gives him the best rolls but an average session with him usually leads to roughly 10 crit fails.

While his luck with dice isn’t that good, he’s the player who will get as much out of their turn as possible, AKA break out the calculators and notes we’re doing some math.

His turn goes on for at least ten minutes because of all the shit he’s doing. When you finally think it’s over he goes “I still have my movement!”

Takes notes like a madman, every bit of lore and character info is being written down, meaning it’s a headache for everyone involved if there’s a continuity error because Levi WILL point it out.

“So you all head to the east, the great Valley of-” “Hang on, valley? In the second session you said there was a mountainous area to the east.” “Levi, shut up.”

Levi is the self appointed “guys come on let’s get back on track!” player, and whoever’s DMing is grateful to have him.

Levi is kind of the opposite of Mammon in terms of character seriousness, at first he’s taking everything super seriously and then as the campaign goes on he slowly loosens up and has some fun.

Out of curiosity one day he searches up a magical girl DND class and he’s ALL OVER IT. PLEASE LET HIM BE A MAGICAL GIRL NEXT CAMPAIGN-

Damn good at roleplaying, he’s carrying the entire in-character discussion until everyone else gets into it.

The Done With Your Bullshit DM (Satan)

So, this is the game that’s supposedly summoning him all the time despite the fact that he hadn’t been up to the human world since the 50s... what the fuck is everyone on up there?

It was the 80s, probably a lot of drugs.

When Satan DMs, you can only break the rules if it enhances the story... or if it fucks with Lucifer’s really boring character.

He will fudge dice rolls every once and a while, he also gets very attached to the characters everyone has made so he doesn’t want to perma-kill any of them unless they roll a DND quadruple natural 1 sin or something.

As attached as he gets, he isn’t above completely raging, killing everyone’s characters, and ending the session if everyone’s being annoying.

Don’t worry, your characters will be safe and sound next session once everything calms down... just don’t mention how Satan burned your character sheet right in front of you. It’s your fault if you didn’t make a second copy of your character sheet!

He’s pretty decent when it comes to improv when a player stumbles into something he didn’t plan out, but that’s not going to stop him from getting a little annoyed.

Though, if you somehow manage to get to the big bad too soon... yeah sorry, he’s got a way more dramatic fight scene planned, your player’s getting conveniently blasted out of there.

As a player, Satan is pretty decent at the game overall, but he tends to be a little aggressive if there’s an overarching mystery to be solved.

He needs to understand what’s going on! He doesn’t care if it upends the plot or it’s too early to find out! He needs to know!

His character is actually distinct and different from himself, Satan thinks it’s more interesting that way. All the books he’s read have made him a pretty awesome role player!

Satan’s notebook both as a DM and a player is filled to the brim, no detail is too insignificant to be put on the page.

Satan doesn’t fear dungeon puzzles... dungeon puzzles fear Satan.

“Are you all stupid?! This puzzle is so easy a four year old could solve it!”

I ROLL TO SEDUCE- (Asmodeus)

At first he didn’t want to play, he doesn’t play these kinds of games, sweetie. He’s too pretty.

When he’s finally convinced he puts a decent amount of effort into his character, but leaves the backstory pretty open.

Asmo would probably be the bard... right? No. He’s the warlock with the magic sugar daddy patron, and the warlock patron is spoken to as such.

“Hey baby... how’ve you been? Have I been good~?” “...”

Huh! Who woulda thought that all the bedroom roleplaying would transfer so well to DND!

Simeon is the only DM that doesn’t immediately shut this down, so Asmo will be extra inclined to play if Mr. Nice Shoulders is DMing.

When he gets really into it he buys a bunch of sparkly and very pretty dice, they bring him good luck in every roll!

Asmo has a fictional harem, no question about it. It gets to the point where Satan, Lucifer, and Simeon stop describing NPCs as attractive.

He’s rolling to seduce either way, he’s turned many an antagonist into a lover. To be fair, Asmo’s horniness has gotten everyone out of a lot of jail cells... so they can’t complain.

His notes consist of really random comments about the plot and the other players. It’s also COATED with doodles.

‘Wow, this character is such an asshole, I hope Belphie kills them.’ ‘Shit.’ ‘MC looks so cute when they play their character!!!!!!!! :D’

Poor bab forgets the rules a lot... it’s just too much to remember, okay?! How was he supposed to know that he ran out of spell slots an hour ago?!

Please help him, MC...

*Dice Cronch* (Beel)

Homeboy has been given edible dice, no question. He has also eaten the non-edible dice...

Beel goes to Satan for help with making his character, and he ends up really loving the character! :D

Problem is, he’s not that good at roleplaying... D:

“Can my character eat that person?” “Beel, no- you know what? Let me check what you’d need to roll to do that.”

I’ll save you MC part 2 electric boogaloo, but when it comes to Beel, the entire party is getting protected, no matter how little it makes sense in-character.

While Beel does take notes, a lot of them don’t end up being very important for later events. For example, he’ll jot down stuff about the layout in one room, but it turns out he didn’t take notes for the room that was actually going to be used for a boss fight.

He’s always nice to the NPCs, shame Belphie doesn’t show them the same courtesy.

Murder Hobo (Belphie)

Chaotic evil.

“Belphie, your character’s alignment is neutral good, remember?” “Fuck that, this guy’s annoying me.”

If Belphie doesn’t like an NPC, it’s up to the rest of the party to stop him from derailing the campaign and killing them.

He has space themed dice because cow-man likes space and thought they were pretty.

Notes? NOTES? You think Belphegor, the Avatar of SLOTH, takes notes? HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-

He’s drooling all over the notebook... ew. Someone wake him up and tell him it’s his turn.

He puts about 35% effort forth to make a halfway decent character, and approximately 4% effort to actually roleplay.

Belphie sleeps through important plot details so he’s almost always really confused. He’ll turn to MC and ask them to explain what he missed before not learning his lesson and going back to sleep.

Wake him up for the dungeon puzzles though, he and Satan love those.

“Okay, we can’t see what’s in the room because none of the conscious party members have dark vision?” “Nope, what do you do?” “...I shove Mammon inside and shut the door.” “WHAT?!”

Bonus! The Best DM (Simeon)

Our favourite angel has homebrewed this entire campaign and boy fricken howdy are these players going to enjoy it.

Simeon fudges the dice rolls to avoid anything too irreversibly bad happening, buuuuuuut he’s still a total asshole who does the random perception rolls to keep everyone on their toes.

Everyone gets a character arc god dammit, even if they don’t have a backstory, one will be provided!

He’s got a map, he’s got miniatures, he’s got dice and backup dice for the backup dice, he’s got DM notes for days!

Simeon could be a voice actor with the amount of character voices he can do, no one ever gets confused with who’s talking.

Did someone just uncover a massive bit of plot that was meant to be found out later? Good job! No harm done! Simeon’s DM improv is second to none, and the plot will adjust accordingly!

[royalsunshinehotel]

Halloween (Dev Patel, preference)

Anwar Kharral (SKINS UK, 2009)

- As new money in LA, he loves going all out for holidays. He's the spookiest boy.

- Anwar's Halloween parties are legendary, but it's a situation where it's mostly based on rumor.

- He started most of the rumors, that may be facts, who's to say?

- Anyway, it's a red carpet even, phones and tech get taken at the door, and it's a spooky, mystical night that people talk about for years after.

- For his costume, I feel like he'd either do the most with special effects (Heidi Klum as Shrek), or have something delightfully minimal (Gomez Addams).

Neelamani "Neal" Sampat (The Newsroom, 2011-2014)

- Halloween is his favorite holiday after New Years.

- Only because it's so so so chaotic, and he's not had a single Halloween in New York that was forgettable or "bland."

- Neal embraces the mess, he has his costume, made from borrowed clothing items and prepares chaos.

- He couldn't really explain how he gets into a surprisingly well-fitting Princess Peach costume, and he doesn't know who's dog is in his backpack.

- But it's okay! It's Halloween, it's a magical day. Why are we running this direction? Who knows!

- This usually ends with you in his lap, in some backwater club in New Jersey, making out.

- He doesn't worry about getting in to work tomorrow. It will work itself out.

Deon Wilson (CHAPPIE, 2015)

- No.

- Simply no.

- It's too loud, there's too many people.

- He likes a milky way every now and then, but he basically holes up with his latest project and "The Great Pumpkin" playing in the background.

- It's one of the few times a year he's adamant about staying in.

- You look hot in your skull pajamas, so you can stay with him.

Sunit "Sonny" Kapoor (The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel, 2011)

- He's heard about it, but it's very much a 'western thing'. Sonny would be down for it though.

- Sonny loves candy and ghosts! Because who doesn't!!

- The closer version of the holiday would be Diwali, which he loves! It symbolizes the triumph of Good over Evil!

- You have to help him with a beautiful plan to light up the hotels, and have firework shows for the guests.

- He also writes (with help from his Mom), a synopsis of the Goddess Lakshmi, the holiday Diwali, and why the hotel is being deep-cleaned.

Sheru "Saroo" Brierly (LION, 2016)

- He prefers not to take it too seriously, and that's so so good. It's supposed to be a good day! A sweet tooth's dream!

- He will take a version of a classic horror villain, and make it slutty.

- He met you at Mantosh's Halloween meet-up, at a favorite club of his. Saroo went as Ghostface, but simply didn't have a shirt on.

- You were dressed in a white tank top, jeans, and a yellow scarf, going as Latika from "Slumdog Millionaire"

- The two of you "don't get" the other's costume, so you have to have a conversation about it

- It only got better than there.

Sanjay "Jay" Menha (The Wedding Guest, 2018)

- He used to love Halloween as a kid. The dedication that went into one's costume, and the whole feeling of the season was something that was really special to him growing up.

- His mother, Kaziah, also would go insane making his costume from scratch, so it was a bonding experience for them too.

- But now that he's an adult, he feels the same, he just can't handle the gore and the sadness that comes along with the season.

- The two of you basically get a matching set of those fuzzy animal onesies from target, and hand candy out to the little-little kids who go trick or treating between 2-4pm.

- This is followed by the two of you leaving the bowl out for the teens, and having a night watching spooky, ultimately harmless cartoons.

David Copperfield (2019)

- He really doesn't like it. Keep in mind, he's Victorian, so the costumes are freaky to say the least.

- It puts him in a weird, gothic mood, and he doesn't like that much either.

This vibe:

- The two of you pop out to a party and basically leave immediately because they ran out of bat-shaped cream puffs. A few bat-shaped cream puffs is better than no bat shaped cream puffs

- Also your costume was kinda awesome, so David got to show you off for a bit .

- It's fun to play some spooky games with your friends, and see the houses all decorated, but it's ultimately an early night.

Joshua Madika (Modern Love, 2019)

- Joshua has always liked Halloween. He had poor health as a child, so he didn't really get to participate as much as he wanted.

- He really gets to make up for it by having the most ridiculous costume and wackiest decorations.

- "I'm healing my inner child," and he's right

- Full size candy bars, and foreign candy bars that the kids in the area don't normally see on Halloween.

- Your costumes coordinate, of course.

- He usually stays up late to make sure even the stragglers get candy! No child left behind!

Sir Gawain (The Green Knight, 2021)

- Look, he knows it's supposed to be a holiday. But he really doesn't like it.

- When he's a prince, he just holes up in his room for a full 24 hours, with baked goods, wine, and has a "me" day.

- It sounds fun, but it gets dark quick, and it always goes sideways. He's not going to be involved unless he's needed.

- When he's king, he makes one (1) appearance that day, but the only thing that changes about Samhain is the fact he spends 24 hours with you.

[sweetest-honeybee]

One thing I always wondered is how Badtimes gets along with the other Helsmits like EX, Hels and Boogeydubs

Being on good terms with Scar and all

I feel like BadTimes is more often on better terms with their Hermits themselves than the evil hermits XD

EX and BadTimes are generally pretty much friends as far as having similarities in relationships with their counterparts go. It’s something to bond ever and EX tends to borrow BadTimes for a bit of magical assistance if he wants to prank Xisuma which BadTimes is usually very enthusiastic about. On the other hand, EX a tried to get BadTimes to do some pranks on Scar but unfortunately BadTimes is adamant about not doing that because of some potential….consequences.

Hels and BadTimes are just acquaintances. They pass on the server once every couple weeks when Hels is getting supplies for his dastardly schemes. Just a ‘tip of the hat and move on’ kinda thing. He doesn’t care enough to get involved. Should any issues arise, he can just vex Hels and get on with his life.

Boogeydubs and BadTimes? Similar entities I suppose so they’d likely bond over that. But, I think Boogeydubs is just too chaotic, loud, and arrogant for BadTimes to really want to stay around him. BadTimes is also not much of a fan of the not sleeping and nightmares thing but Boogey’s illusions are something he’s been interested in learning about for himself.

And as a little bonus I’ll throw an NPC Grian in there too :)

NPC Grian is just vibin with BadTimes and vice versa. The little guy’s a little strange but doesn’t bother BadTimes at all, really. He just floats around, conjures specific blocks here and there to assist him and overall is just like some kinda stray cat that just follows him around. BadTimes doesn’t mind at all. If he’s not with Scar then NPG is strangely good company. Also, he doesn’t mind doing a few rustic houses anyways so it’s a win on both sides.

[aurabird]

For All It’s Worth

Legend tells of a great war between two stags and their champions. Scott is the reincarnation of Aeor's champion, Alinar; but the reincarnation of Exor's champion, Connel, remains unknown to him.

He doesn't think he'll ever get the chance when crystalline corruption consumes the Empires he has come to know for centuries and leave only him and two others the sole survivors of the land.

That is when strangers come from worlds beyond his own, one such individual offering to use demigod-like powers to save them all.

But with this plan comes consequence, and with that consequence comes prophecy.

Inspired by @phoenixfyrebird​‘s crossover AU where 3rd Life is after Empires and is where Scott finally meets Exor’s champion

Ao3 Link

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For as long as Scott could remember, the twelve Empires had existed together; their rulers granted longevity of life and immortality from everything but old age due to ancient magic left behind by Gods when they banished a horrible corruption from the land centuries ago.

All elves knew the story, but Scott had only recently learned of the underlying prophecy that came with it. The reincarnations of Connel and Alinar would fight for their respective Gods in a battle for the fate of the world; and that failure to stop the evil of the former would lead to an eternal winter.

Scott knew that he was the reincarnation of Alinar but he had no idea who Connel was reborn as. He had suspicions of course; Fwhip's affinity for the crystalized redstone that corrupted whatever land was around it and Sausage's constant practicing of blood magic being the most likely in his mind, but so far they really didn't seem to give off 'reincarnation of a great evil' vibes, despite their chaotic and unhinged behavior.

Eras of war and peace came and went for them and, just when all twelve empires had found harmony, destruction arrived at their doorstep in a familiar form.

It was all an accident, but it claimed its cultivator first. Count Fwhip of the Grimlands had become infected and twisted by the very magic he studied until his own sister had to cut him down to save him from madness. Her kingdom fell shortly after along with that of the Undergrove and the Lost Empire.

Mezalea and the Ocean Empire were next to fall, the latter ruler sacrificing herself to save her husband. The Cod Empire where the heartbroken king settled was not spared, nor was the neighboring Mythland, whose ruler perished trying to help the Cod and Mezalian Kings. Pixandria's ruler went shortly thereafter, followed by those of Smallhold and House Blossom.

Rivendell was the only kingdom left unaffected, protected by the magic of Aeor. Twelve rulers had been reduced to a mere three in just a few months time, and even now the crystalline corruption had begun to creep closer, bypassing the protection of the elven kingdom.

 Joel didn't want to die, for it was his wife's last wish that he survive.

Jimmy knew he had to live in order to keep the memories of the fallen alive

And Scott knew that as Aeor's champion, he could not surrender until the prophecy came to be

 They would have to flee, leave everything they knew behind with nothing but what they could carry. Even then, though, the corruption would never slow, it would catch up to them eventually, it would consume everything in its path until nothing was left.

Still, they took their chances.

Several days they traveled, several days the corruption just followed them. Sometimes they'd get a few days of reprieve, others they barely had time to rest. While Scott himself could fly with his natural wings, Joel and Jimmy's elytras had long broken by this point and with no time to rest and repair them, they would be forced to walk from this point on.

It was a battle they knew they'd never win and the trio was well aware that they were on borrowed time, why bother running anymore?

But, that is when two purple rifts tore open nearby them, pulsating and hissing with magic unlike they'd ever seen. From these portals came people, eleven to be exact. Ten from one, and a single person from the other. They'd been told the stories and fables of worlds beyond their own, and these strangers couldn't have been from anywhere else with the entrances they made.

As it turned out, these strangers were the sole survivors of worlds that had faced destruction of their own. The first group, from a world they called Hermitcraft, had once housed twenty-six individuals; of them, only ten remained. When asked about the cause of their home's destruction, three of them had guilt flash across their faces.

Vengeful beings called Watchers had destroyed the world, punishment for the guilty trio's insolence. The avian in the red jumper was a Watcher himself once, but fled from them with the only two survivors of his original home, Evo. He used most of the power he had to open a portal and escape with the group behind him now.

As for the other, the man in a sleeveless and torn suit, he came from a world known as Legacy. He had not been there very long before Withers and the decay they brought with them consumed and torn it apart.

That was when the three former-kings shared their tale, lamenting that these individuals had only left behind two destroyed worlds in favor of what would soon be another. There was no escaping the crystalline corruption that inched closer and closer by the hour, it would consume them all in time.

However, there was a small ray of hope. The avian from Hermircraft explained that he had enough power left from his time as a Watcher to teleport them all far away from the corrupted lands and put up a barrier that would protect them should the corruption ever reach that far. It wasn't the most ideal scenario, but it was all they had. In agreement, the fourteen found themselves in an area protected within a 700 x 700 radius. Plenty of room to thrive, plenty of room to live...

...then they realized a fatal flaw.

The magic that brought them back upon death, Respawn Magic, as the world-jumpers had called it, was limited within such boundaries. The avian, Grian, deducted that there was only enough in the area to bring them all back twice. Three lives to live, they had to make them count.

It didn't take long for the universe to alert them to the next flaw. With the dwindling respawn magic came consequence; a slow decent into madness would come with each death. Those on their second life would grow paranoid, flighty, and hostile. Those on their last life became  chaotic, aggressive, and bloodthirsty.

Collectively, they decided to call this curse by a fitting name:

3rd Life

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Scott and Jimmy had grown close in the journey prior to the current living accommodations the fourteen of them were faced with, and the two of them took up residence in a flower forest with Joel not too far off. Joel had been invited to live with them, but the former king could not bear to live with the now-lovers, heart still broken by the loss of his wife. Instead, he befriended wolves, living alone with his canine companions.

Hermitcrafts survivors scattered; Cleo, Bdubs, Impulse, and Tango in a castle, Scar and Grian now bound by debt settled in the desert, BigB lived on his own, and lastly Martyn, Ren, Etho and the one Legate survivor, Skizz, ran an enchanting business in the taiga.

Despite the lingering threats of limited respawn magic and the curse of death slowly leading to madness, things went relatively fine...until Scar fell into a ravine, costing him his first life.

After that, he became antagonistic and manipulative, getting whatever he wanted through fear from everyone he swindled...

...until he didn't. Ren didn't surrender to Scar's tyranny and remained defiant; something that cost the hybrid his first life, and the second ones of both Skizz and Jimmy. It also caused Ren to do something drastic, something that struck Scott with fear and realization.

Scott was present when Ren asked to be sacrificed by Martyn, as it was the only way to make him strong enough to bring about the Red Winter. At first, the elf had thought nothing of the words, but when Ren lifted his head and Scott saw the veins of corruption webbing across the hybrid's face, once-blue eyes now glowing red as blood and full of a lust for destruction and chaos, the pieces fell into place.

Despite everything Scott had not forgotten the prophecy he'd learned so long ago, and until that moment, he didn't expect to ever meet Exor's champion before dying to a fraying world. But before him stood the reincarnation of Connel, the harbinger of eternal winter.

That night, he confided the info and the prophecy to Jimmy and Joel, both of them in disbelief. They didn't get to talk about it much, however, before Ren and his Hand showed up and demanded tribute and sacrifice through threat and force.

Jimmy burned their banner in defiance and Scott's gaze met that of Ren, allowing him to see the realization that flashed in the Red King's eyes. He too, had made the connection; why else would he proceed to have Skizz to shoot Jimmy down in the desert when there were plenty of other targets? He wanted a reaction from Scott, he wanted to send a message.

Lives were taken, blood was spilled. Joel and Scott had been the hunters of Ren and Martyn at first, but now they were the hunted, pinned down in the crater of what had once been the desert. If the elf had any doubts about the hybrid's true identity before, they were gone now. Ren openly admitted to being Connel before lunching forwards with the intent to kill.

Scott heard the sound of a body being skewered onto metal, but upon opening his eyes he realized that it wasn't his body impaled on Ren's sword...it was Joel's.

"Run..." was the dying order given to him, and with a heavy heart Scott followed the command, making his way to the Crastle where he took refuge within the building's walls. That night, he told the tale, of the corruption and the eternal winter; of his destiny to stop Ren...no, Connel. He asked them to fight by his side in a final battle. They all agreed, they had vengeance in their hearts as well.

The battle of Dogwarts was brutal, crimson dying the water and staining the grass as it pooled from fallen bodies. Now, Scott faced Ren alone, the two of them the only survivors of their respective armies.

Like prophecy foretold they clashed, the reincarnations of Alinar and Connel fought with unyielding vigor, staining snow with blood as their weapons tore through flesh and arrows pierced through skin.

But only one of them would win, with a final cry full of anguish about those he'd lost, Scott drove his sword through Ren's heart. Exor's champion was dead, he had won.

The victory felt hollow to him; he was surrounded by bodies and had already buried countless more, he was the only one left in a fraying world and Scott could already see the crystalline corruption that'd taken everything from him already at the edges of the magical barrier. He was out of time...and there was still one life left to go.

After burring the bodies of the newly-fallen, ally and enemy alike, Scott made his way to the highest peak near Dogwarts...and let himself fall. His instinct told him to catch himself and fly, but he didn't listen, only welcomed the air blowing past his face.

A sickening crack...agonizing pain as bones shattered...and then blissful darkness.

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Darkness...

Darkness...

Darkness...

Light...?

Scott's eyelids flickered open, light and color filling them as he looked at the sky from between the thick canopy of the jungle...

Wait, jungle?

He jolted up as the gears began to turn. He knew this place, but the last time he'd seen it, it was corrupted by red crystals and the colors of everything were far more vibrant compared to the muted shades they were now.

"There you are! I was wondering when you were going to show up!"

Scott's blood went cold at the voice...the last time he'd heard it was...

The elf dared to turn around, his heart skipping a beat at who he saw before him.

Dressed in his Codfather attire, stood Jimmy with a goofy grin on his face. Behind him, the rest of those that had ruled empires lost to corruption so, so long ago. "J-Jimmy? Guys? Where are...?"

Jimmy extended a hand and spoke "This is it, this is the end."

"Is it...home?"

"It's home, Scott. It's home."

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Welcome to the Nightmare Game II - CH54

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Chapter 54: Purgatory Reunion (VI)

At this moment, the world was silent.

Qi Leren stood on a black rock in the middle of the lake of fire, staring at Ning Zhou, who had become a dragon. The dragon also stared at him. The slender and horrible vertical pupils of cold-blooded animals showed the gentleness of recognition.

The fire and rain falling from the sky stopped, and the magma erupting angrily because of the force of destruction also stopped. This dark underground world was immersed in the warm sunshine pouring in from the gap and the holy light from the Prophet's Heart.

For a moment, Qi Leren couldn't say anything, because there were too many words choked in his throat. When he opened his mouth, the words that could be said and could not be said were about to slip away before his eyes.

He held out his hand and wanted to touch the dragon that he was so close to. Even in purgatory, its head was head high rather, not low. But the dragon in front of him gently lowered its head and stopped in front of his eyes.

Qi Leren stroked the dragon’s cold scales, and then hugged him. He didn't even dare to put pressure into it. He just put his face on the cold dragon scales and choked:

"Ning Zhou, I’m back."

This sentence was like a spell. Qi Leren’s tears that had been building finally flowed down. These tears were full of love and joy. He was thankful that he wasn’t too late, and that the tragedy in his nightmares hadn’t taken place. He finally came to Ning Zhou before everything was irreversible.

As long as Ning Zhou was still alive, there was still hope for everything.

It was also with this sentence that the dragon standing in the lake of fire slowly changed back to its human form—a thin, gaunt, but still alive Ning Zhou. When he stared at him with his blue eyes that held too much emotion, Qi Leren suddenly felt that Ning Zhou knew everything, and he understood everything.

Whether it was misunderstanding, deep guilt, or love, when they met again in this hot lake, a pair of loving souls embraced everything.

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"Is this who you were talking about, His Majesty's dead lover?" The Witch of Nothingness turned her head. Although she never opened her eyes, she "stared" at the Devil of Evil, waiting for his answer.

All the demons sitting around the long table looked at him. This oppressive gaze made the Devil of Evil feel pressured. He spread his hands: "According to intelligence, he is indeed dead, but the truth of the matter doesn’t seem so simple. I’m afraid even our Majesty thinks he’s dead."

"Whose side is he from?" The Witch of Desperation only cared about this problem.

"The Holy See?" the Witch of Resentment murmured, staring at Qi Leren who was shrouded by the power of a holy angel.

"No, the intelligence said that he’s a foreigner. He came here from another world, and he had no faith. However, his strength is biased towards the Holy See. Which master in their camp gave him an item to borrow strength?" the Devil of Evil mused.

The Witch of Desperation waved her hand, and the magic mirror’s perspective pulled away, overlooking the lake of fire from a distance. The paradise reflected in the holy light covering the sky had the divine beauty of dusk, just as it had been repeatedly described in the Canon, the home of God.

"It’s the Village of Dusk’s Prophet!" The Witch of Nothingness recognized the characteristics of this miracle and revealed it in the same breath.

"It seems that His Majesty's little lover is a man favored by the Prophet. If he doesn't know what his original strength is, he’ll never become a 'guardian' like Maria, right?" The Devil of Evil touched his chin and showed innocent cruelty in his eyes. "Oh, I don't want to see the tragedy of that year repeat itself."

The Witch of Desperation looked at the magic mirror silently and said after a long time, "It's a pity... It’s almost too similar."

The Witch of Nothingness comforted: "There’s no rush for a while."

"Haha, aren't you going to rush out and stop them now? Even if you say yes, I won't go, I still want to keep this life for a long time." The Devil of Evil put his hands behind his head and leaned lazily against the back of the chair.

"Wait and see. It's not time for us to show up yet," said the Witch of Desperation, drawing a pause symbol on the attempted operation.

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The two people didn't go far. Ning Zhou was tired when Qi Leren found him, as if he hadn't slept for several days, and he forced him to have a rest. They settled down in a secret cave not too far from the lake of fire, and Ning Zhou set up a barrier to prevent harassment from lower demons.

There were fluorescent fungi and luminous moths like butterflies in this cave, and Qi Leren took out a lantern to make the dim light illuminate their surroundings.

Qi Leren leaned against the cave wall, and Ning Zhou rested on his leg, his body covered with a blanket.

The warm light of the lantern allowed the two exhausted people to briefly escape from this Nightmare World and take a nap in a pure peaceful land. The scarred soul wrapped in its scarred body finally found rest here.

Ning Zhou quietly looked at Qi Leren, but he couldn't close his eyes for even a moment until Qi Leren secretly hooked his hand under the blanket, and their two hands clasped each other. Then, his nervous look eased slightly.

"Can't sleep?" Qi Leren asked softly.

Ning Zhou shook his head gently, holding Qi Leren's hand tightly, as if when he let go, the warmth in his hand would slip away quietly.

"Then let's talk for a while?" Their old estrangement had long since disappeared. At this time, Qi Leren simply had endless questions and endless words. He was curious about everything about Ning Zhou, his childhood, his past, his mood, and he also had a lot of things to tell him, such as how worried he was... He can talk about forever on his own.

Qi Leren couldn't help but talk about it. From the beginning when he had found love at first sight, he talked about his inner struggle and suffering.

"...I'm not afraid to love someone of the same sex, but I'm afraid my feelings will hurt you. At that time, I even thought… if I choose to be patient to let you live better, I would rather… be patient my whole life. But... but, in the end, my love has become your burden. I'm sorry, Ning Zhou... I'm sorry..."

Just as tears fell from his eyes, Ning Zhou wiped them away with his fingers.

"At that time, I wrote a 7 to tell you that I would be resurrected in seven days, but the moment I wrote it, I regretted it. Because... I shouldn't have said this... I never knew it would be so painful to tell the truth. If I hadn't said it, maybe you wouldn't be here now, you'd still be living in Neverland, and you wouldn't suffer so much..."

When Qi Leren had learned of Ning Zhou’s end in that game, besides his great fear, his heart had been filled with endless guilt and remorse.

He instinctively blamed himself for everything, and decided that his existence had made Ning Zhou embark on a road full of thorns, which was indeed the case. Without his existence, Ning Zhou's identity would still be an exorcist in Neverland, instead of... a descendant of the Destroyer.

"Then you would spend your whole life deceiving yourself?" Ning Zhou asked gently.

Qi Leren was silent.

"Calm pain is better than hypocrisy. I should pay for it all my life, but I shouldn't cheat it all my life... I’ve never regretted my choice." Even at the moment when he was determined to end himself, his heart was filled with endless sadness and despair, but there was no resentment or regret.

Even when he sank into the abyss of despair at that moment, he was illuminated by a beam of light, and he had been redeemed.

God gave him a miracle to embrace the light at the end of Hell.

He had courage and determination again. He wanted to give it a try and see if he could control the raging destruction, not sink into the power and become a slave to it. He was willing to try for the person he loved, even if it was an almost impossible challenge.

He was willing to die for this world, but he was willing to live for his lover.

Sometimes it was harder to live than to die.

"Resist the devil, and he will flee from you. Those who can endure and overcome temptation will be rewarded." Ning Zhou gently recited the words in the Canon and looked at Qi Leren. "God has rewarded me and he sent you back to me."

Qi Leren could no longer speak. He felt another person's heat on his skin, so warm and pleasant.

He read another person's soul from his eyes, so pure and calm.

He was glad again that he had not missed Ning Zhou.

Qi Leren took out the Canon and said with a smile: "Chen Baiqi gave it to me. I’ll read it to you. If you’re tired, just sleep."

So in the dim light, he read from the first page: "After the destruction of the ancient world, everything was chaotic and asleep. There was no past, no future, no center, no margin, only endless darkness. The gods came from outside, each sowing a seed. Some seeds died before they germinated, while others were swallowed up as soon as they sprouted. Only the seeds of Father God were born within light and darkness, sky and earth, sun, moon, and stars. Father God was happy, for he wanted to bring life into the seed and make it become its own world..."

Ning Zhou closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep.

Qi Leren closed his book carefully and gently stared at Ning Zhou. At this moment, his heart was full of both sourness and sweetness. He was glad that he had arrived here in time, and pulled him out when Ning Zhou was at his most helpless and vulnerable, so that he didn't fall into the abyss of death.

At first, he thought that Ning Zhou's death would be at the hands of others, but when he came to the lake of fire and watched the black dragon roar in despair, he suddenly understood.

What would kill Ning Zhou was not the devils hidden in this underground world, but the devil inside Ning Zhou.

At that time, Ning Zhou's heart was so desperate that he would rather die of guilt than live in the world... This thought made Qi Leren feel sourness in his eyes.

A fluorescent moth, which had stopped on the cave wall, came down lightly and stopped on the blanket that covered Ning Zhou, emitting blue-green light. Qi Leren moved his fingers and drove it away.

"I believe that power has nothing to do with good and evil. You have never fallen," Qi Leren whispered, tracing Ning Zhou's sleeping face with his eyes.

Ning Zhou didn't open his eyes, but he held his hand tightly.

A teardrop trickled down from the corner of his eye and sank into the shadows.

In this dark world where only a lantern shone faintly, they devoutly delivered trust and love, and then received redemption from each other.

The long night road that they had once thought they would never be able to see the end of, all of a sudden, had already revealed the tiny lights between the distant mountains.

Qi Leren suddenly felt deeply touched. When he was trained hellishly by Chen Baiqi, he had rationally understood that all this was for his own good, so deep down, he had no hesitation or complaints. But when he held Ning Zhou's hand at this moment, he suddenly understood everything, and everything he had endured, whether it was hard training or life and death tests, had taught him to grow with every step. He had to keep growing.

What he shouldered was no longer his own life.

To the world, he was only a trivial person, but to the one who loved him, he was his whole world.

——I am willing to create a paradise on earth for you, and I am willing to hold your wandering and painful soul here.

——At this moment, I only wish that you have a good dream.

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Editor’s Notes: After nearly two hundred chapters, we finally get to see some sweetness between them :’)

[Here] is some fanart of their reuinion.

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