#devils riddle

[taytei]

think i transferred the riddler to claims

[nottswitch]

can you do mattheo au’s react to reader saying another man’s name during sex ?

bodyguard!mattheo: possessive but stoic, as always. grips your chin, looking into your eyes with an eerily calm gaze. “say that again,” as he thrusts into you harder and deeper, making sure you don’t remember your own name, let alone some other man’s (definitely does not try using his sources to figure out who the fuck the guy even is afterwards).

drummer!mattheo: “oh baby, you did not just say that,” he mutters with a strangled chuckle, continuing to pound into you as his hand crawls up to your face. “these pretty lips…” he slides his finger into your mouth, your lips instinctively wrapping around it. “they only know ‘mattheo’, isn’t that right, baby girl?”

male stripper!mattheo: moans another girl’s name in response.

devil!mattheo: he’s literally the devil, so he feeds off the fact that he’s corrupted you enough that you’re now fucking other guys. makes you recite a whole list of guys you’ve fucked/are lusting after as he completely ruins you with his cock.

bsf’s ex!mattheo: says your bestie’s name to get back at you, because he actually gets kinda hurt (but tries to mask it under the guise of just ‘disrespect’). an argument ensues, ending up with you leaving his apartment. no one got to cum, and now you’re both sulking.

stuntman!mattheo: jelly jelly jelly. turns you around, roughly placing you on your hands and knees, and continues fucking you from behind. “it’s mattheo.” a deep, hard thrust, accompanied by a loud spank. “mattheo.” another thrust, loud and wet, another slap, leaving your ass stinging. “got it, baby girl? or do i need to remind you again?”

football!mattheo: cockily plays it off. “him? you sure about that, princess? you sure he can make you feel like that?” and then makes you cum time after time – he’s got that athlete’s stamina, and you need a reminder that only he can fuck you like that.

[cerealmonster15]

CATER WOULD BE ON THAT LABUBU TREND 😤😤😤

[skyenish]

Devil Town | Riddle Rosehearts animatic 🌹 | (finished)

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Happy Birthday Riddle Rosehearts! Im a bit late, but here you finally go. Im very proud of how this animatic came out, and it’s definitely one of my longest projects ever!

I think this song fits Riddle very well. I’ve put a lot of thought and effort in making the lyrics match what’s happening, and I’m happy with the parallels and symbolism I added! There’s a lot of little things I honestly can’t wait for people to point out. I hope you guys will enjoy it!!!

Also, my laptop couldn’t properly handle editing this, as in it literally wouldn’t process the video and was blowing air hotter than the hottest days I’m Scarabia, so forgive me if some things are off beat! :(

Honestly, Riddle’s whole story is so sad. Luckily he’s getting better now, and let’s hope that he’ll be a better parent than his mom! (If he even wants to be one of course.) I think I sometimes forget just how important Trey was in Riddle’s life, and I tried to show just that in this animatic. I hope I did an okay job!

[bloodraven55]

shout out to lesbian daughters of gay parents gotta be one of my fav genres of anime character

[opbackgrounds]

I am confused a little by how the logistics of how Magellan's head works. He can pop off his horns and has pigtails sticking out of them, kind of like how Buggy does with his captain hat, but the shape of his head makes it still look like it's swooping up into a horn shape. I could see him augmenting real horns (if he indeed has any) to make them into weapons if need be, but in that case why is his hair Like That? How does one run their hair through their horns?

The picture of him as a child does little to clear things up. Are those horns, or is it hair?

[moscatosin]

🖤 between heaven and hell - devil!mattheo x angel!reader x mortal!harry 🖤 angelic au. part one. minor angst. cutesy vibe. mattheo would make the sweetest devil. enjoy with white wine.

The apartment is ever so warm and comfortable, a perfect winters eve. You’re curled up all snug and tight beneath soft, fluffy blankets on the couch as the relaxing scent of lavender and vanilla candles lit mingle around the living room. A novel, half read; is splayed across your lap that you’re mildly focused on – your halo, illuminating with a faint pearlescent shimmer, hovers a few inches above your head, pulsing ever so steadily to the rhythm of your heartbeat. Behind you, tucked neatly are your wings; a gorgeous cascade of ivory feathers kissed and bejewelled by twilight that flicker gently as you read.

Your presence as an angel, irrespective of your location; has always radiated a quiet and sweet divinity. While you should be focused on the printed pages in front of you, your mind can’t help but wander to the mortal boy that you’ve become smitten with – Harry; a kind hearted and understanding soul whose steady love manages to anchor you int ways you can’t even begin to describe to a world, that even after centuries of being alive you still are working out – both confused and amused on how to understand. Earth – such a funny place.

It's not just a sudden chill which warms the apartment; dropping the temperature eerily low leaving a trail of goosebumps and prickles along your tanned skin; but something else – a disturbance of sorts; both sharp and intensifying electric, that tug rather uncomfortably at the celestial threads of your soul. The newly formed shadows in the corner of the room begin to twist and contort rather darker than they should within a tiny slice of heaven as Mattheo Riddle; devil incarnate, the absolute synonym of trouble, steps out from them – his presence both unexpected and yet a rather delicious disruption that you’d rather not confess to within your sacred solitude.

His eyes smoulder, mimicking embers of a roaring fire – romantic shades of amber and cognac flecked with glittering gold, catching the candlelight within the room like that of falling stars. His dark curls; messily tousled, frame his face – a high contrast to the sharp angles of his cheekbones and jaw, as well as that wicked charm he wields with a lazy smirk that could easily care through the solid boundaries of temptation itself.

“You’re breaking my heart, my angel”, he murmurs out with a voice like velvet, as smooth as butter; laced with a longing that has your halo flickering to a new heartbeat. Mattheo steps closer; making himself comfortable in your living room; his shadows appearing as if they’ve slipped through the twilight. His gaze, heavy with an adoration you’re still not used to, pin you in place; the air between you both thickening with a desire that feels like a sin you haven’t committed – yet. “Does that Harry boy know how bright that halo of yours burns when you’re tempted, or is that light you shine just for me?”

You set the book down on the coffee table and toss the blankets back, rising from the couch; tugging down your little white dress as your wings rustle softly – their glow cascading a shimmer across Mattheo’s face which artistically highlight the growing hunger in his eyes. Not for food, not for mercy, but for you. Letting you a deep sigh; you shake your head, running a hand through your hair as your worlds begin to collide.

“You know that I’m his Riddle, so remind me… why do you still bother me?” “His”, Mattheo chuckles out with a smirk; snapping his fingers twice. “Remind me of him again...” “Harry. Mortal. Good, steady, safe. Everything you’ll never be. Just- just why are you chasing something you know you’ll never have?”

Your halo flares with a warning; Mattheo’s obsidian horns darken with a sultry glow. You can feel your pulse beginning to betray you; quickening beneath the weight of this devil’s stare like you’re trapped within your own sanctuary with nowhere else to go. Mattheo lets out another laugh, this one deeper than before. The sound is soft, warm, curls around you like a ribbon of forbidden caress, as he leans against the side of the couch; close enough to you that you begin to smell the scent of cedar and scorched earth which eliminates sense and sensibility from you.

“Ah yes, the chosen one. Safe. Steady. Steady, is boring my angel”, Mattheo whispers; reaching out to brush his fingertips against your wrist, the warmth in his touch sparking hot upon your skin, sending a shiver through your wings. “It’s obvious – and I know you feel it – the way your heart skips when I’m nearby. The way your mind clouds with stars and shadows. Your little mortal crush might hold your hand, but oh my sweet, sweet angel, I could make you fly.”

Locking his eyes on yours, infatuated and unashamed, a tension you weren’t expecting to feel crackles between the two of you. Exhaling a shaky breath, you step in closer, shaking your head before slowly biting at your bottom lip.

“Mattheo, you are nothing but trouble”, you counter, your voice taunting, yet trembling with the effort you need to upkeep in order to hold your ground. “Just a devil with some sweet words a bad reputation. I love Harry. He is my world and you… ugh; you’re just a terrible, vile idea.”

You should step back, but you can’t – drawn to his heat as the space between where the two of you stand shrinks until it is no more than a mere breath of the divine and the damned. Mattheo’s smirk softens into something tender, something dangerous, something you become intoxicated by as his hand lifts to graze your cheek. His touch a gentle juxtaposition of what most would expect from someone who has fallen as far as he has. It feels like a vow. One so unholy, you begin to think of perhaps jumping headfirst straight into the chaos he resides in.

“A vile idea?”, he murmurs with a husk, dropping his head so that his lips brush against your ear sending your halo into a flickering fit. “Perhaps – but oh what I wouldn’t burn for you angel. I’d give up every shadow and tortured soul just to feel your light.”

His hand traces across your chin; thumb brushing across your lips before dropping down to choke you for a second as a tease. He knows the effect it has on you. He see’s it. The way your eyes widen like that of a doe and your breath hitches as you quietly beg inside your mind for more. You’re caught in this obscene sincerity which shouldn’t exist that makes Mattheo a little more perilous than any other devil should be.

“You’re nothing but drunk on lust, Riddle and trust me, if you think I’d let a bad idea like you have my heart – you’ll have to fight your way through the garden of Eden and the pearly gates to get to me.”

He grins, all fangs and fire as his hand slips around your waist; anchoring you within the storm of his affection you’re becoming more tempted by each passing second. “Fight? Please – I’d spend eternity winning you over if you’d let me; and believe me, when you finally let me love you, I’ll make sure that heaven itself is jealous of what we have and what I do with you.”

With that said; he’s gone, vanished within a smoke and a flash, leaving you breathless – leaving you alone with thoughts you shouldn’t have. Your wings ache to unfold; your heart caught up in the reckless pull of a devil who is hopeless and utterly enamoured; determined to drag you into his lovesick hell.

[sunder-soul]

✦𝖒𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑✦

[read 𝖜𝖍𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖛𝖊 here]

Chapter one: The lesser of the two evils Wordcount: 600 Header credit

“Someone’s making Horcruxes.”

If you’re being honest with yourself, whatever mental barrier that lies between the daily mess of to-do lists, deadlines, and humdrum Department bullshit holding back thinking about him, it’s a thin one. Gauzey, permeable, you’ll find him seeping into your mind when you’re staring off into the corner with at a half-finished report, bleeding in when you’re alone and waiting for the elevator, always with a sick sense of self-betrayal and something that stings an awful lot like shame–if you’re being honest with yourself.

A Friday evening at 4:56pm. That’s when McCollin decides to drop this news on you. It’s raining outside, a thick, thorough rain that falls restlessly over the dark city, framed by the single window in your office behind you. Both the lamp on your desk and the city below glow yellow-orange, the only lights left at this time of night so late into winter. That first promotion had come with bumping enough floors that people comment on the view whenever they step into the room, but more often than not they’re politely neglecting to comment on the fact that it’s Muggle London–not Wizarding–that you’re looking out over. It’s no secret that the Ministry maps out its favourites with the floorplan. The press on Riddle dropped off years ago and ever since, so subtle at first that you could write it off, that relentless, incremental push out of the limelight has been growing ever stronger. The job gets more menial, the promotions stop paying well, and slowly but surely new favourites sweep onto stage.

Here, tonight is where you're startled by the sudden sound of your door opening without a knock, and before you can even make some comment to McCollin he’s said the one thing that tears aside any aspersions that maybe one day you’ll be free of what happened.

“Someone’s making Horcruxes,” says McCollin.

You already know what’s coming next, you can feel it sinking fast into your stomach like you’ve stepped out into the dark, yellow-stained night.

“We’re gonna need his help,” McCollin says, and he says it with an apology already saturating every word, he says them heavily like he’s struggling to keep his head up to look you in the eye.

You stare at him, and the rain swells suddenly louder. You put down your quill and watch a bead of ink well at the nib.

The gravity of it is starting to weigh on you, too. They wouldn’t even be considering if it wasn’t already bad, if whatever they’ve been doing is far from working. They’d have to be desperate, very desperate, and you’re wondering what could make them consider their last possible option, Plan Z, what could be so monstrously bad that hauling Tom Riddle out of Azkaban to grill him about Horcruxes is the lesser of the two evils.

You’re thinking about his ring. You’re thinking about his last request. You’re thinking about dark eyes in a dark cell somewhere beneath the ocean and you’re wondering what he’ll be when they drag him out of there–half soulless? Half insane? How long has he been down there, rotting in the darkness, deep in the roots of Azkaban? How many times have you wondered that since you last saw him?

Your fingers are shaking.

“They want you there,” says McCollin, needlessly.

You already knew it. And god, god, here comes that sick shame and that self-betrayal, because somewhere beneath the dread­–if you’re being honest with yourself–you know that some part of you can’t fucking wait.

[vera-deville]

01/01/2025 Word Count: 2,127 Warnings: Reader goes through what is basically a panic attack, slight mention of blood, let me know if I missed anything! Gender: AFAB Notes: This is the first chapter of a series I am working on! I'm very excited to see how far this goes and I hope you enjoy it! A huge thanks to my beta reader: @crowfiendnest not only for reading through my drafts, but for also being an amazing friend. Part 1, Part 2 (coming soon), Series Masterlist (coming soon)

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Had you known that such a little piece of fabric would prove so tedious to tie, you would have bought the clip-on tie the saleslady had recommended to you (and rightfully so, it seems). It had been, what, 25 minutes? No, 26 minutes of trying to tie a tie, look neat and professional, and feel good before walking into your interview. Looking ahead at the mirror, you scowl, hurriedly grabbing the untied tie off your neck and throwing it on your bed. The sounds of footsteps directed you towards the figure of your mother who was approaching you.

Pausing, she glanced at the tie carelessly tossed onto the bed, then shifted her gaze to you with a raised brow. You let out a sigh, struggling to find the right words, but before you could speak, she shook her head with a hint of amusement. Your mother stifled a chuckle as she picked up the long, narrow fabric and began tying it around your neck with effortless precision, her movements practiced and sure.

"Taking after your father in more ways than one, hmm?" She chides. "He never did learn how to tie a tie either."

If you weren't your mother's daughter, you'd assume her to be disappointed, but you knew better. That, and the soft smirk on her face spoke measures. "In my defense, this is my first time wearing a tie..."

"Honey, you don't have to wear a tie, you know?" Your mother says as she motions for you to follow her.

"I wanted to be more mature. More adult. More professional." You reply.

"Being professional doesn't lie just in the way you dress. Sure, it helps, but your excellent set of skills and information is what makes you a valuable candidate. Dressing nice is just the cherry on top to sell the whole thing." You smile at her words. "Being professional is how well you understand things and how well you can articulate those things to others. Hurry along now. You should get some food in you before you head to your interview."

You nodded, as you made your way to the kitchen. Your sister was already at the table, gorging on the food (not that you can blame her; your mother's cooking is immaculate).

Eventually, you finished eating and grabbed your bag, heading off to the interview that you were so nervous about. You still couldn't believe you landed the interview, especially when you'd been told by so many professors and senior students that companies at career events almost never hired freshmen. But so far, it had been one good thing after another. You just hoped this kind of luck would stay a little longer.

Waiting at the bus stop, you hummed a fun little tune to yourself. It had been stuck in your head for some time now, and it seemed to soothe the light case of jitters you had. You fantasized about walking into the interview room, acting all confident (even if you weren't totally confident), and blowing away the interviewers and then being the first freshman (at least known to you) at college to have landed a summer internship on the first try. After that, it was only a matter of time before your dreams came true, slowly, but surely.

That's why it was so weird when you heard a sound that shouldn't have been any where near you.

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That really didn't sound right. Sure, there was a horse barn at your university, but that barn was on the other side of campus. And you were no where near it-

"Is that an animal?" You wondered.

And that's when you saw two beasts charging at you before your mind went blank.

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A cold, oppressive darkness surrounded you. The air was thick, the sort of mustiness that aged wood would have, accompanied with a faint earthiness. Your fingers brushed against smooth, polished surfaces, The sudden pungency of turpentine invaded your senses. Your fingers brushed against smooth, polished surfaces as panic rose in your chest--walls, too close, confining, trapping. You felt your hands hitting the surfaces, anything, desperate to be let out. The sharp creak of hinges jarred your hearing, and suddenly, bright light spilled into your world as the heavy lid of the coffin swung open.

You gasped, lungs heaving, desirous for the cool, slightly perfumed air of the grand chamber you now faced. There were coffins--floating coffins-- and mirrors and all sorts of gothic structure impeding upon your small figure. The hall of seated robed figures did little to ease your nerves.

As you stumbled out of the coffin, your legs wobbled beneath you, and your eyes slowly adjusted to the lighting of the ornate room. It wasn't as bright as you originally thought. Before you could dwell on it (or anything else) for much longer, the sharp tap of boots against the stone floor drew your attention towards a figure descending a rather grand staircase. He wore a long, sweeping cloak that shimmered much like a raven's feathers. The mask he donned on his face obscured everything except for a glint of a golden glow in place of his eyes.

"Oh, honestly! You can't come through your gate unbidden. It's unheard of!" His voice carried a theatrical splendor, not unlike a stage actor reveling in his role. "What an impatient one you must be. Allow me to introduce myself: I am Dire Crowley, the esteemed headmage of this illustrious academy, Night Raven College!" He spread his arms wide as though expecting applause.

He received none.

"Though it appears we have a latecomer tonight," he added, tone dripping with dramatic mystery. His piercing gaze locked onto yours, sending a shiver down your spine. "As a headmage, I cannot have such tardiness tarnishing the reputation of my fine institution. It is about time we begin the orientation." You stare at the man, wide-eyed and more panicked, clutching the sleeves of your coat.

"Wait--orientation? What are you talking about? Where even am I?" The words tumbled out of you in a rush, your heartbeat racing as the reality of the bizarre situation hit you like a wave. Crowley's expression softened into one of faux sympathy, though his tone remained the same manner of theatrical smugness he'd been sporting all this while.

"Ah, poor thing, so confused! But there's no time for questions. Quickly, quickly now! Follow me and do try to keep up!" He spun on his heel, his cloak billowing dramatically as he strode away, leaving you scrambling to your feet and mutter a frantic "What the hell is going on?"

At that moment, glass shattered, followed by a strange sound--an odd mix of a growl and a high-pitched cackle. Before you could even glance around for its source, a small creature landed squarely in front of you and the headmage. The creature in question appeared to be a cat. If cats could stand on their hind legs, talk, and were engulfed in blue flames, that is. "HOLD IT! EVERYONE, JUST STOP!"

Your earlier panic evolved into steadfast confusion as the creature started yelling once more. "Outta my way, human! I'm the Great Grim," he snarled, puffing up his chest twice his size. "And I'm gonna be the number one student at this school, got it?" His fiery tail flicked with determination, but his bold declaration faltered as his gaze actually settled upon you.

"Oh my god, a talking Tanuki!?" You exclaimed.

"That's why you're stunned!?" The talking cat cried out. "And I'm NOT a Tanuki!! I am a monster who will become a great mage! I am the illustrious Grim!"

The hall was overtaken by the robe-clad figures bursting out in laughter at the not-Tanuki creature. If you were in a better situation, you might have even felt bad for Grim, hearing the students laugh about how a monster could never become a mage.

But alas, you had yourself to worry about right now.

Grim screamed "What was that!? If that's how it's gonna be, I'll show you the special magic I've been saving!!"

And then the whole place erupted in flames.

You genuinely couldn't keep up with whatever was happening any more-

It seemed Grim was so overwhelmed with the intent to prove to others his power that he didn't stop and think for a second about the damage his fire-spewing was causing. You felt the flames lick your feet and yelped, jumping back, closer to the headmage.

One student (as you now realized they all were) was seated at the front of the hall--who was clearly some sort of bigshot (if the pedestal he and his friends sat on were any indication)--muttered in a bored manner, "He's giving us quite a show."

The orientation hall was pure chaos. Grim's flames were only growing larger by the second, and students were scrambling out of their seats, trying to dodge the scorching flames licking dangerously close to the velvet curtains, ornate banners, and more importantly - them. "I told ya, I'm the greatest mage there is!" Grim bellowed, his tail swishing wildly. Just as the flames threatened to engulf the podium, a commanding voice cut through the raucous and pandemonium.

"Enough." A boy with red hair stood from his seat, his blueish-grey cold and focused. Holding a pen which held a giant jewel, he waved his pen, uttering the words "Are you ready for your sentence? The verdict comes afterwards. Off with your head!"

Grim's flames extinguished in an instant. The hall was left in a haze of the remnants of the heat that consumed it just seconds prior, and the only sound that could be heard was the shuffling of robes. The red-haired boy adjusted his cuffs, his gaze sharp as he assessed Grim.

"What the heck? What is this collar?" Grim pawed at the strange collar that now rested around his neck. It held heart motifs, and seemed impossible to remove, if Grim's thrashing was anything to go by.

"Stop fighting it, cat."

"Arrgh, I can't get it off!" This time, I'm gonna roast you alive for real! FRMEOOOOW!"

You instinctively shielded yourself from the flames that Grim spouted, mentally preparing yourself for the imminent heat once more.

Except, there was no heat.

There were no flames either.

Nothing at all.

The other students looked just as confused, and Grim tried over and over to unleash his flames. But all that was left was a cat coughing.

"My magic! I can't breathe my fire!" Grim exclaimed.

"Naturally." The red-haired boy remarked. "I sealed your magical energy with my magic spell."

Your head felt heavy and dizzy, and it was hard to keep up with all the events being thrown at you rapid-fire (pun not intended). The hall erupted into applause, with both students and the Headmage showering the boy with praise for his quick thinking and mastery of magic. But you? You were barely processing anything at all. Your head spun even more, your chest tightening as you tried to make sense of the chaos.

Magic existed--actual magic!

And you'd just seen it firsthand.

The weight of it pressed down on you as you dropped to the ground, your legs finally giving away, as your surroundings blurred into an overwhelming whirl of cacophony and decaying heat.

Before you could fully gather yourself, the boy who had quelled the flames stormed towards you, his cold eyes blazing with fury. "You!" He seethed, "Do you have any idea the level of disrespect you've shown here today? Causing such a disruptive scene at the orientation--it's a blatant insult to the Queen of Hearts! This level of recklessness is unacceptable!"

As his tirade grew sharper with each word, the pressure of his gaze felt like it was crushing you. Your breath hitched, and the world around you began to spin--his voice became a distant echo as panic once more surged through your chest. The room felt like it was closing in, even though you were no longer in that god horrid coffin. You couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't focus. Your vision blurred, and the noise around you was deafening, and you felt yourself shrinking under the sheer force of his outrage, your body trembling in response.

It was when he shouted, "You will lose your head!" that the weight of his words became too much to bear, and you finally succumbed to the overwhelming lull of unconsciousness.

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Author's Note: I hope you guys liked the first chapter! I had a lot of fun writing this, and I am genuinely super excited for this series. I'm basing the timeline off both the game, the manga, as well as some creative liberty on my part. As of right now, I'm still deciding who the main love interest should be (but it's so difficult because I'm having a really hard time choosing between the characters). Let me know what you guys think, and as future chapters are published, let me know what theories you guys have! If you would like to be added to the taglist, just let me know, and I'll be sure to add you. Taglist: @atomatoho3, @phaoscuro, @viviennevermillion, @achy-boo, @savanaclaw1996, @chroniccorvus, @rose-the-witch1, @hanafubukki Masterlist

[akuma-no-riddle-cpr]

Artist: Minakata Sunao

[willow-jellysoup]

🎵and just like before, i can see that you’re sure you can change him

but i know you wont ~ 🎶

— “Devil Doesn’t Bargain” - Alec Benjamin

“Harry, put that down.”

“I-

-I cant”

“HARRY—!”

[apiscircensis]

pwyw comm: tea party! ☕✨

[nottswitch]

i love the thought of mattheo with piercings so much, which of your mattheo aus would have a piercing ?

i’m obsessed with mattheo with piercings omg !! love this question so much, and i definitely have some insights on my aus 🙂‍↕️ decided to include all the aus, even those i haven’t posted/written anything for yet, because i think it’s a great way to start exploring them!

bodyguard!mattheo: no piercings at all, and has never even considered it. would be against getting any if you talked to him about it – not in an ‘ew, piercings’ kinda way, but he just doesn’t see the appeal.

drummer!mattheo: piercings galore. has both of his nipples pierced, an eyebrow piercing, would have a tongue piercing at some point, definitely earrings, a nose ring (right nostril), a bottom lip ring. has seriously considered getting a prince albert once.

male stripper!mattheo: has an earring (right ear, prefers simple small rings, but puts on something special for big show nights at the club). would be open to experimenting with nipple piercings, and would definitely milk it if he noticed he started getting more tips after getting it done.

devil!mattheo: would get an upside down cross earring (left ear) for the aesthetic and the irony, but other than that, he’s not that interested.

bsf’s ex!mattheo: more on the experimental side and doesn’t have a permanent piercing that he always wears. at some points in time, would get his eyebrow, lip and nose pierced, but would remove them after a while. he’s kind of toying with the idea of getting an earring next.

stuntman!mattheo: loves piercings, but doesn’t really want to bother, because he’d have to remove them for the job anyway. might get a small earring so that he could easily remove it whenever he wants to.

football!mattheo: doesn’t wear it during the game, obviously, but outside of it, he might be spotted with a diamond stud or a small ring in his left ear from time to time.

welder!mattheo: doesn’t have any, and would think you’re joking if you ever suggest him getting one. doesn’t even consider it, and thinks they would look completely ridiculous on him.

dj!mattheo: a small stud in his left ear, but he kinda forgets he even has it sometimes, because he got it so long ago. getting new piercings isn’t really a priority for him.

bully!mattheo: has his left eyebrow pierced. when he got it, it was his whole personality for like a month afterwards. considers getting something else done (leaning towards the nose) because he enjoys the attention.

gang!mattheo: doesn’t have any, because he doesn’t have time nor any interest in them.

pro-quidditch!mattheo: would still have his eyebrow piercing (left eyebrow) from school, of course, removing it during the game.

prisoner!mattheo: can’t really wear piercings in prison, so nothing.

baby daddy!mattheo: has a small ring in his left ear. pretends to be annoyed, but immediately softens whenever his kid plays with it.

[sleeps-au-bag]

yuu manages to get all of their gaming systems from their world working in twisted wonderland. she connected them all with the help of ortho and now has access to all her games again. he uses this opportunity to introduce his friends to some games and gets them hooked on some.

yuu: really likes the honkai games and sometimes dabbles in genshin when they're interested in what's going on. long time main game pokemon fan (favorites are the sun and moon games). has both ensekai and jpsekai. occasionally plays sky but gets frustrated with the flying mechanic. loved the digital devil saga games when they came out and recently started playing p3r. still waiting to get unbanned from roblox.

ace: fell in love with the persona games, especially the ones under the smt persona ip. the persona 2 duology are her favorites. she has a roblox account but barely uses it. she plays wuthering waves a lot. modded minecraft truther right here. really good at solitaire, unsurprisingly. absolutely adores love nikki and the other games in the franchise.

deuce: he'd probably like games like smash bros and mario kart. also peaceful farming games too, he just seems like the type to like them. yuu introduced him to choose your own adventure games and he's been hooked ever since. they're his favorite type of genre and his favorite has to be telltale games' the walking dead.

riddle: big reverse:1999 fan, is in love with the story and character designs. ace made her play shin megami tensei iii: nocturne and she'll replay it sometimes. also adores love nikki but also adores the style savvy franchise games too. the moment she found ace attorney, it was like finding an oasis in the desert. unexpectedly liked bayonetta and has played all three games.

jack: he doesn't play video games that much, even before yuu introduced him to the ones of their world. he's just not interested in them but he occasionally plays minecraft with ace or sky with yuu.

epel: he won't admit it, but he loves lollipop chainsaw. he'll finish the game and then immediately start replaying it. he also likes farming simulator but lollipop chainsaw takes the cake. he plays the sonic games too but only because of the fandubs. if he gets to a cutscene, he'll sometimes quote the fandubs over the actual dub.

ortho: he's currently gatekeeping every single gacha game from idia while he plays them himself. he doesn't exactly have a favorite game but he definitely likes turn-based strategy games more than other types of games. he plays pokemon masters ex the most often and project sekai is right after it. he modded everyone 3ds'.

sebek: he mostly plays retro games and likes ocarina of time the most. he also likes old strategy games like the first fire emblem game and the first shin megami tensei game. he doesn't play often because of his duties as a personal knight of malleus, but sometimes he'll play pokemon red/blue with yuu. he was dared to play a dating sim one time and vowed to never again play one again.

[baltharino]

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