#he gives me gender envy but also I’m in love with him so it’s kinda weird

[pizzacrustdisposal]

[nesisamess]

my first impressions of the characters from the twitter post thing that DRDTDev made about the other killing game. First off: I love all of them, and half the cast gives me gender envy. I am continually impressed at DRDTDev’s character designing ability, especially in making them interesting, non-boring designs that still communicate their personality and aren’t too complex or over designed. ugh. love them for it (/platonically and/or parasocially)

Also, this post will be kinda assuming you’ve already read the very little info we have about them. If you haven’t, go here: https://href.li/?https://t.co/muTM8j8MPH

ANYWAYS

First off, here’s an image of the characters!!

Beautiful, right?

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Just take a few seconds to admire them.

Ok! I’ll be going over some theories that relate to all of the characters, and then character by character, and then at the end a little general reflection.

So, one of the main theories that have been posed is that this killing game takes place before the events of DRDT, which I am like 87% sure of (up 7% from my last post, woo). It makes sense, especially in the context of the other theories regarding the characters. As well as this, it just makes sense timeline-wise.

There is also a theory that every character is somehow connected to someone in the current killing game, which I am still a little unsure of. I can definitely see it for some characters, but we know so little about each of them that it’s really hard to say whether or not that’s true. I will be going over who I think could be connected to who, just in case it does end up being true. However, I think a more likely theory is that a couple of the people involved in this killing game (likely the survivors) are connected to the current one, and exactly how much is up for us to discover.

Ok, on to the characters!

First off!

(I don’t know why, but she’s the only one who’s photo is cropped. oh well)

Pretty!! For the sake of this post, I’ll be calling her Spiral (I will be using the names that @xmicrophonyx came up with!).

My first thought when I saw her (besides the obligatory screeching) was that she gave me teacher vibes? That might be since I already had the context of this story being “about a person who wants to become the perfect teacher”. But outside of that, she definitely looks shy, with her hunched over posture and expression. I do adore her color palette, and the pops of teal add a lot.

In terms of a possible talent/role, I still think she gives teacher-y vibes, whatever that means, although outside of that I would think her talent is something a little more professional, considering her attire being formal (the coat, top, and scarf most of all). So other possibilities could be a secretary, librarian, buisness woman, etc.

Spiral could also be some kind of fancy art critic, or someone who works with the Spurling Foundation, if we need to connect her to the current killing game somehow.

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Next up!

The boy!!!!

I’m going to be honest with you. I think he’s my favorite. His demeanor, the neon green jacket, the fingerless gloves, the cap, the khaki capri pants, the aura of a 14 year old shoujo protagonist—he is the moment. The fan name for him is Soundwave.

I think he likely deals with music, since the pattern on his shirt reminds me of sound recordings. Specifically, he probably is into the more technical side of music, such as EDM or techno or something like that (I know pretty much nothing about music, so take my word with a grain of salt).

Because of this, I think Soundwave would be connected to J. J also is in a similar sort of technical profession, so I think that maybe he could be someone who ends up working with J in the future/has worked with J or something like that.

There’s one thing with Soundwave that also is present in 2 of the other characters—he looks quite a bit younger than most of the cast. He’s shorter, yes, but his proportions also make him seem younger. However, the DRDTDev specifies that all of the characters present are 18 or above, so it likely doesn’t mean anything. People can just look young, after all.

I think that’s all, but I’m really excited to learn more about this character because he just seems so fun :)

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Oh boy, let’s talk about them…

Hello there, XF. I will also be trying my best to use all of his pronouns! (Those being he/she/they). I am so happy to have yet another gender-non-conforming character in the general DRDT universe, and it is amazing to see such a wide array of diversity and representation in this cast, as well as the cast of the current killing game. Genuinely, I am just��� blown away.

She is also the character which we have the strongest connection to the current killing game/a character from the current killing game, that being Min. Min mentions in her bonus episode that an organization called XF-Ture Tech were the ones to sponsor her for the test to become the Ultimate Student. On XF’s coat is an XF-Ture Logo. As well as this, they have the exact same tie clip that Min has.

PLUS, on top of this, he has the same purple/pink eyes that Min has. That last detail almost made me think they were related, but I don’t necessarily believe so. I mean, they might be, but I’m more inclined to believe that XF is just affiliated with/the leader of XF-Ture. There are A LOT of theories for her (along with a lot of simping ahem), but I won’t be mentioning all of them.

If they are the founder of XF-Ture Tech, I imagine their talent would be something like Ultimate Founder, Ultimate Inventor, Ultimate CEO, or something in that vein. He may not be the founder, however, and instead may just work for XF-Ture Tech. I’m not entirely sure, but I am inclined to believe that she is the founder because of the pink eyes. I have a theory that Min actually wears contacts, and that’s why her eyes look the same as XF’s. I may be totally wrong about this, and I thought that DRDTDev already said they weren’t, but I looked through the QnAs and I couldn’t find anything saying that. Unless it is confirmed somewhere, or it gets confirmed, that’s my theory for now!

As well as this, in the chapter 2 part 1 QnA, DRDTDev mentions that Min’s least favorite color(s) are pink and white together, because it’s “annoying”. Since that is a part of XF’s color palette, that draws an obvious connection between the two of them. If Min has had a lot of interaction with XF, and perceives them as annoying, this could be the reason for that connection. It definitely furthers the theory that Min and XF are connected. I’m pretty sure I barely scratched the surface in terms of what has been theorized about them, so I recommend you check out @accirax @googledetective and the posts they made, as well as any of the posts that are bound to be made by the rest of the DRDT theorists.

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Him!!!!!!!

For all of you who don’t know, this character uses he/him pronouns and I absolutely love him for that :,) I am truly just… flabbergasted at how amazing DRDTDev continues to be in adding representation to their stories, and not only that, but doing such a good job of it.

Anyways! I will be calling him Dandelion after the dandelion in his hair.

As far as what we can deduce based on his outfit and demeanor: obviously this is a character who messes around with gender presentation (we stan) and doesn’t fall into the rigid categories that many cultures try to enforce. He also looks somewhat naive, and young (though all of these characters are ~18, of course). I also definitely don’t think his talent is something physically demanding, since he seems pretty skinny, and his clothes don’t look like they would be good for running around in.

However, this character has a few things that might key us in to what his talent might be. The first of which is his clothing, since my first thought on seeing it was that it looked trendy, or like something an influencer would wear. In a way that kind of juxtaposes their outfit, however, he has a dandelion in his hair, through the band keeping it up. It is very different from the rest of his color palette, and dandelions are usually considered ‘weeds’, which makes me think that Dandelion’s talent is instead something plant-based.

Since that dandelion is just so different from the rest of his outfit, I believe the latter is true, and that his talent is something like the Ultimate Botanist.

In terms of characters he might be connected to, my first thought was Levi. They both are fashionable, and if my previous thought of Bunny being an influencer or something of the like, it makes sense for Levi to know them somehow. Still, it’s a shaky theory.

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I love asymmetrical designs, and the green/blue hair strand balances out his hair really well. I do also really like the strap on his leg, it gives him a slightly edgier look. I will be calling him “Scale” for convenience (I had names for each of these characters before someone came up with better ones, but @pastelclownkitty and I actually had the same idea for this guy!).

So, firsts things first: I do not think he is Elliot Cuevas. I saw this theory, considered it, and have come to the conclusion it doesn’t make sense (at least to me. if this is one of your theories that’s totally fine!). Elliot is described, by DRDTDev in the chapter 2 part 1 QnA, as having looked “shockingly similar” to how Charles looks now. I think the comparison is vague at best, not shocking. They do both have purple hair and dark skin, but both shades of those things are darker for Scale.

In terms of talent, the pattern of his shirt has been pointed out, and I agree that it probably relates to his talent. In fact, Scale somewhat reminds me of an anglerfish, with that bright green in his eyes and that strand of hair. I don’t know, I think I’m just saying things at this point.

Due to the mentioned factors above, I believe his talent is related to fishing or swimming, something like the Ultimate Angler. I can’t discern his build from under his clothing, but he looks a little skinny to be the Ultimate Swimming Pro or anything like that.

Ok. I’m sorry, but he looks a little… Fishy (don’t mind the pun). Maybe it’s how calm he is, or his mouth, but he reminds me of Rantaro somewhat. I love his design, though, and I think his color palette is supremely cool. I also like how his hair highlight is very faintly rainbow. It reminds me of how when you look at water a certain way, it shows a rainbow.

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Our protag!! Or, well, Teacher.

Now, I’m pretty sure almost everyone agrees that this character is the Ultimate Teacher, or something of the like. He also has an ID card which says:

This ID card is the property of Hope’s Peak Academy. Use of this ID card by any person other than the rightful holder is prohibited. Report lost or stolen ID cards by contacted 555-483-7367.

(Thank you to @weightedblankettt for the blurry text translation!)

Now, numbers starting with 555 are used for fictional phone numbers, specifically in North America, which is how we’re able to tell that this killing game’s participants probably come from the same Hope’s Peak that the participants of the current killing game are from. Other than that, it doesn’t really tell us much, other than our Protag has an ID card for Hope’s Peak. This leads us to believe that he may be staff, however DRDTDev confirms that these are 11 students.

One thing, though, that I think may be something…

What if Teacher is, instead of just a student, a student teacher? Basically, what if he is someone who comes in to help the actual teachers with the class load and such, but isn’t a classmate of the rest of the Ultimates. Either that, or he’s just a student who carries around his ID card from a lanyard. Like a weirdo (/j).

Now: The Mai thing. Many people think that Teacher may be a relative of Mai, or connected to her in some way, due to the red in his hair, on his shoes, and on the inside of his coat. However, the red used with his colors is very different from Mai’s red. Another theory to why he might be related to Mai is because his eyes are always closed in all the art we’ve seen of him, so maybe he’s related to one of the cast and DRDTDev is keeping his eyes closed to not spoil who. I do believe this part, just not with Mai.

Okay well, here my theory goes:

Teacher is the older brother of Teruko. Teruko mentions in chapter 1 episode 4 that she has an older brother, but they were separated when she was 5. She likely doesn’t remember much about him at all (and I suspect that he was the one who Teruko says she “couldn’t remember the face” of as well). Although they don’t have the same hair color, they do have a very similar skin color, and the closed-eye thing could be just as true with Teruko as with Mai. As well as this, most characters in all of DRDT have a gradient on their eyelashes. 3 characters who don’t? Mai, Teruko, and now Teacher.

Imma be honest, it’s a bit of a crack theory, but I kinda like it, and think it’s interesting. I’m pretty sure I’m going to be the only one to believe this haha

Oh wait! I almost forgot! The whole thing on him being the “Teacher” referenced in secret text. I don’t have much to say on that except that yeah, that’s probably true. Maybe. Who knows.

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Sigh, I love men.

I’ll be calling this dude Mint, which I know is separate from the names that @xmicrophonyx came up with, but… I think it’s cute, so. First off, his design is great, yada yada, and I love his little cropped jacket. Very cute.

I definitely think his design is pretty sporty, especially with the layers of the undershirt, over shirt, and jacket, along with the coat around his waist. My first thought for him is that he does some kind of racing, either with cars or motorcycles, because that’s what his jacket reminds me of. Race car drivers do wear gloves, so this would make sense for that. I imagine this isn’t his actual racing clothes, instead just casual clothes, but there are still elements of his racing clothes in there. Along with this, it makes sense that he’d have his hair tied back so then he could fit it under his helmet and it wouldn’t get in his face too much (although I suspect his ponytail is too high to fit under a helmet. Oh well, he might wear it lower on race days).

His personality seems like it would fit that sort of thing as well, since he looks serious and somewhat aggressive. He also has those little marks under his eyes. I’m not entirely sure what they’re for, but I’m sure I could connect it back somehow if I wasn’t working on this post for like 3 hours and had any energy whatsoever to do research into it (I just got home from a very long car ride, so keep in mind I am still somewhat delirious). Idk. Maybe he just wanted to look pretty/intimidating/whatever so he put markings under his eyes.

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A Child?!? Well, no, probably not, but she does look very, very young. Perhaps it’s the fact she’s right next to Teacher, who I’m pretty sure is the tallest out of the cast? Maybe it’s also the fact that the color that dominates her design is pink, and her complimentary color is baby blue.

So, her design is pretty clearly inspired by sheep/rams, since her pupil is the same shape as them, her braids are coiled up similarly to ram horns, and the bottom of her coat/dress looks like sheep wool. The bell on her bow also looks like the pupil of a sheep, too. I actually had a phase of drawing people with that type of pupil, too, because I thought it looked so interesting and unique. I still think characters with those kind of eyes are pretty cool.

Since her design looks so much like a sheep/ram, you would think that was involved in her talent, however in her eye you can see a little needle. That makes me think she’s a tailor or seamstress or something like that. Perhaps, since wool is a big material used for fabric, she cares for sheep and then makes fabric out of their wool, or something in that vein.

She seems pretty peppy and happy, so I assume she would take on an Eden-esque role in this killing game (Though, I assume, she is actually far different, and likely more naive than Eden is).

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Our girl Fire! She is hot, amiright? (Cue the applause). I don’t know what came over me, with that pun. Maybe the spirit of Whit or something.

But no, seriously, she is certainly a… very attractive woman. The snakebite piercings, eyebrow piercings, nose piercings, and bellybutton piercing? Oh my. A win for the girlkissers. A win indeed.

She certainly gives aggressive energy, like she would fight you (and win, obviously. It wouldn’t even be a competition). She looks like she could take Xander. Also!! I really like her teeth, because one of my teeth stick out like that too. I’m pretty sure it’s the one in the exact same spot as her, just mirrored. I’ve always kind of liked it.

Now, her outfit is definitely very sporty, though I’m unsure of which sport exactly. Her abs and chunky gloves give the vibe of something like a boxer or weightlifter, but she also has chaps on. I’m truly unsure if the chaps are just decorative or if she actually does ride horses (I want to say they’re just decorative because white chaps? Not a good idea. No white clothes are really a good idea when you ride horses a lot. Especially if the horses are unruly lol). Plus, she has a lot of skin exposed, and I can say from experience that flies and bugs are a bitch, and there are a lot when horses are involved.

I also just wanted to point out that Fire and Ice (her brother, who I’ll be talking about next) have eyes that are half brown and half grey, and they each have a color palette of either brown or grey and another color (the extra colors are also complimentary). I personally believe this is because the siblings/twins are very different, and likely don’t get along too well, but that’s just a theory. A DRDT theory. I’m mentally unwell, I think.

[sapphosdickandballs]

Dear Sapho- her dick, her balls (dont blme me blame amal El-mohtar)

I see you have taken my challenge and engaged me in battle. Now beholth! the arcane edition!

Vi.

Cait

Jayce

Viktor

Mel

Silco

powder (note i did not say Jinx).

I look forward to your reply,

kiekebe

Vi-

How I feel about vi…I do feel like fandom has fucked her over a bit. I think she’s undergone hot and gay syndrome (fatal) when she’s actually a complex character. I’m super excited to watch her spiral into depression. I also think thatttt Caitlyn makes her better and more interesting

CAITLYN KIRAMMAN is there even any other answer

her and jinx

I…don’t think she’s that hot. I wanna look like her, for sure (gender envy like you wouldn’t believe) but like. She’s competing with sevika and mommy abassarda and Mel and jinx and Caitlyn and that’s just counting the women. So like. Also maybe it’s finding out the VA for vi is a Zionist. And I feel like her voice was a main appeal for her (at least to me) so

Canon caitvi. I wanted it in the first season. If it’s not in the second season I will genuinely cry

Caitlyn -

Literally number one cait fan here. She’s never done anything wrong and I love her and I also need her so bad. Girls with blue hair istg

Again. Vi. Best ship

Her and Jayce are actually pretty cute together I fear

She’s one of my favorite characters, which might be uncopular. And I like her more than vi, which is definitely unpopular.

I need angst. I need her to lose her mind. I need to watch her spiral into a terrible mess. Literally a requirement.

Jayce -

😴😴😴. He’s boring. I will give him the benifit of the doubt that he needs another season to cook, but like. Boring man

No one lmao.

Like I said, him and cait or him and viktor are sweet.

Idk. Probably that I don’t like Jayvik. Or that I think he’s silly looking.

Wanted him to smack his head on an open cabinet. The man needs that idk.

Viktor

Uh. He’s okay. I think he has a lot of potential. I think he’s gonna eat in the second season. As it is I thought him a tad bit underwhelming. But I’m strapped in and ready for his arc to finish.

Therapy

Him and Jayce or I feel like him and Jinx would get along

Hes not attractive to me 😭 I’m sorry. He looks malnourished I’ve never been into that

I want him to die

Mel-

Trying very hard not to bark at my screen she’s so arugaidiajkekfn. She’s so fine i swear. Oh she’s done shitty things but who cares.

No one is good enough for her. Especially not Jayce 😭

Her and her mom should patch things up I feel like that’s very sad. And if she dies! If she dies and never gets to make up with her mom!!

That she can do no wrong. She’s the best

Living. I need her to live that’s what I want.

Silco -

Silco’s story I was slurping it up with a spoon. I love sympathetic villains. I love horrible people with soft spots. The character himself was horrid but did I cry at you’re perfect? Yes

Proud Vander and Silco shipper. Those two old men should kiss I fear

Him and Jinx >>>

Ugh idk. Ig that I think he should’ve died. That makes sense. That’s a natural conclusion that’s the only way his story could’ve ended

I wish he would’ve given up jinx bro. For the good of the nation. Or fucked nasty with Vander at least once

Powder (you’re devious for this one)

😭😭😭 She kind of reminds me of my sister so I was in PAIN watching her scenes. I love her and I miss her. RIP in peace queen

Shes. A child??

Her and vi or her and ekko

She was kinda dumb for the monkey bomb thing. Like she threw a whole ass bomb and was like oh yeah this will have a great result. Ik why she did it but girl

🤷‍♀️

[kalims-pessimist-bestie]

introducing the 4-in-1 OC that is just me 💕

picrew link

so i have this problem where i visualize myself as 4 different characters (it’s probably something psychologically diagnosable) so from that, i’ve created my 4 OC’s

TW: mentions of trauma and drugs

[redacted]- she represents me prior to covid (19y/o) that was ruined by pandemic quarantine and spontaneously moving in with a tinder match (i do not recommend). represents the part of me that is the hopeless romantic. she trusts blindly with a touch of ignorant naïveté. her name is based on the nickname my friends from high school use instead of my dead name. i also covered my dead name on certificates and plaques with it. she is my yuu-sona and main oc for twst

dillon- he represents the undeniable awkwardness i possess. tons of dark humor from ✨trauma✨ but also strangely friendly. this fae likes to make himself useful and lives to make others smile. his name is based on the name i would’ve chosen for myself, if only i wasn’t already working with a dylan. he is another twst oc and was sorted into octavinelle.

schuyler- she is my adrenaline. she is my desire to do all the things i’m not supposed to. she loves risk and lives for the moment. she will not ask for help, and someone should probably check on her before she does drugs or something. her name is a variant spelling of my own. she is the oc i use for otome games (this design specifically for dangerous fellows, but basically same for all the others)

me ???- he is basically my gender envy. he is what i wish i was. if i looked like him, i’d be content. he is goofy ahh and a little dumb, but in the nice way that makes him basically everyone’s favorite. he’s also kinda an overachiever. he doesn’t outright break rules, but he does enjoy seeing how far he can push them (riddle hates him). i honestly don’t know what to name him. if you read this far, give me a suggestion. what does he look like his name would be? he is another twst oc that was sorted into heartslabyul.

so there was no reason to make this, but i enjoy rambling about nothing. if you made it this far, i’m sorry i’m boring and i’m so happy you survived. also the picrew was linked at the top so check that out if you wanna make your own 💕💕

[your-local-uwu-artist]

a continuation of this

character devolopment rambels under the cut

was able to further develop their characters a LOT with this!! Sunny is a very carefree guy, unlike his inspiration (me lol) he’s extroverted cause I thought that fit their dynamic better and made his character match better with the sorta tropes I want them to fit

plus I find that I prefer my “self inserts” as not actually being self inserts but more like, “semi-self inserts” cause more often than not its what fits better for the kinda story I’m trying to tell : like I see a selfinsert as being a caricature of ones self, like your selfinsert acts just as you would if you were placed in x setting, but I would see a “semi self insert” (for lack of better term) as being a character that’s design is a sona but writing wise doesn’t function like a sona, like their core character traits are taken from my own personality, but isnt a direct representation of me, sense I cherry picked the traits and amplified them or adjusted them to make the kinda character I wanted: 

idk I know most people probably still call that a self insert but I tend to like being very specefic with my laungauge as my brain takes things very literally and at face value (plus I only want to give the very special self insert title to a character that feels like a complete self insert to me) 

anyhow SUNNY! he’s a sweetheart and has that classic headstrong shonen protag kinda personality, he wishes he could be a flirt but hes way to much of a simp for that lmao, their sorta a ditz but manages to have a high enough “charisma stat” to survive without a trainer, very much a classic “>:)” kinda ghost type. probably has some kind of internalized toxic masculinity thing going on, he has a hard time with emotionally vulnerability. He feels he can trust Daisy and he also admires how she can be so strong despite being more timid and emotional, so she very muched helped them with expressing himself emotionally. He’s never had a trainer and previously resided in the ghost type trial site (abondoned thrifty megamart) and now scurries around on akala island where he met Daisy. As a shiny he knows he’s of high value to trainers, which is why he doesn’t want to get a trainer, because he would want a trainer to admire him for him and not his shiny status. plus he find it MUCH more entertaining to watch trainers panic over having lost a chance to catch a shiny. He loves listening to Daisy’s stories about her trainer and the trainers she’s met tho, really he just loves listening to Daisy in general. sense me making more content for this is lowkey just all as a shoutout to younger me who would very much love this kind of misfits mimikyus love at first sight friends to lovers sappy romantic kinda story: I VERY much want to make his general character be the kinda character that younger me would adore~ just less angsty and with the “badboy” underdog gig being more performative. Like I need to combine the nick wildes and discords and misunderstood villains with the oopsie bears and spikes and sidekicks. also making em’ queer and autistic af. Not just cause I’m queer and autistic, but cause I think a lot of the characters I adored as a kid was for sure because of gender envy or a subtextual queer and autistic coding kinda thing that resignated with me tho i couldnt yet understand. so I think it’s fitting for that part to be important with the “shout out to younger me’s tastes in fiction” theme: He likes Daisy for her sincerity, calming aura, intelligence, perseverance, and her rebellious streak/ rarer moments of self confidence

DAISY! she’s shy and timid, but stronger than you’d think. She DID have a trainer and lived in the kanto region before being gifted down to her trainers younger sister, who moved to alola with their father, where they got lost from each other, Daisy is under the impression she was abandoned. She’s more of the mysterious ghost girl kinda ghost type but has a small mischievious streak. she’s been on her own before plenty but she’s never really been alone in human inhabited areas, so being trainerless in the shopping center streets of akala is very much a new experience for her. She tends to be reserved and while she would like to assume the best in others she generally assumes others to be “mediorce” at best until proven otherwise (in contrast to Sunny where someone can be a fucking bitch and unless if they were being a bitch about a manga he likes he will forgive them immediately, if it’s the later he deep down deos forgive them but will hold that grudge against them f o r e v e r) keeping up with the shout outs to past me Shes def inspired by like, raven queen, fluttershy, cerise hood, fucking elsa and other characters from my child hood that come up when I try ot think of the vibe I want her to have. also yall can hc her sexuality and gender as whatever you want, sense Sunny’s (trans masc) nonbinary she doesnt just like guys at least. if I give her a canon sexuality it will probably be polysexual or smth: Sunnys already pan cuz I’m pan but Idk if she has bi wife energy or not. While she’s stubborn and headstrong in her own way, (she does battle afterall) she genuinly tries to stay out of trouble. she’s a very gentle person. She struggles with making friends sense shes quieter and she also jsut finds it hard to click with someone conversation flow wise. Sunny likely encourages her to talk more but doesnt force her too, so their conversation flow clicked properly for Daisy. She likes Sunny for his chaotic neutrual vibes, energetic passion, and his softer caring side

[defountaine]

DEFOUNTAINE.

independent + private roleplay blog for FURINA DE FONTAINE, of mhy's GENSHIN IMPACT as judged by SINCLAIR ( 21 ). crossover + oc friendly. low activity due to college ( junior yr ) + old laptop.

INTEREST CHECKER. / GOOGLE DOC.

rules under cut.

NOTES. ( THIS MAY BE UPDATED AS TIME GOES ON. )

not spoiler or leak free

i tag triggers as “ trigger // “ 

for the main verse ( gi ), i'm almost entirely caught up on the main story.

hc heavy.

i use she/he/they for furina. she looks like both a woman and a twink and it's giving me gender envy, okay. genderfluid furina is so real to me.

generally novella because i love writing a lot!!

scarce activity bc my laptop is fucked up ( most of the keys are stiff lol ) + full time college student. i am literally doing a research proposal this semester.

aforementioned keyboard thing may lead to typos

i tag a lot of my ooc posts ( since a majority of the time they’re useless ) as “ irrelevant // ” as to not clog up peoples dash 

sometimes tumblr doesn’t send my asks so if you’ve liked for an inbox call and you don’t receive it, thats why 

mutuals can ask for discord<3 i encourage it actually since im active there more often but im very anxious and tend not to initiate conversation unless i feel like we’re very close 

if i ever bother you lmk<3 i’ve been told i can get a little spammy at times and i’ll admit i do get easily excited so if i need to tone it down just let me know!

if i’m following you i’ve read your rules !! i’ll assume you’ve done the same if you decide to follow back!

i only have access to the beta editor, sadly. i can try and pull some bullshit but i don't know if it'll work. my apologies.

NSFW.

those who are of age and have characters of age can smut with me. that said, furina is probably not gonna be very easy to fuck. trauma and all that. unless we have pre-established stuff. that's always fun. that said, don't follow just to fuck him, please. gore is also welcomed.

SHIPPING.

i love shipping, so lets do it! platonic, romantic, rivals, familial etc.. love ‘em all! planned or entirely natural, either is fine! if you wanna ship with me just ask! i have no preferences, not really, and i can say the same about furina. both she and i are down to clown with just about anyone. it doesn't even have to be healthy! ( to the tune of tmnt ) codependent toxic yuri/yaoi !

PLEASE DON’T RUSH ME.

full time college student with very limited time to do rp nowadays. i really enjoy writing and all but being rushed to reply makes me lose motivation. however, if i do miss a starter/don’t reply to a thread for a while you can tell me about that!

SELECTIVE + MUTUALS ONLY.

despite me saying this, all in all i probably follow almost everyone back as long as they have a rules + abt page i can find! i don’t follow personals but if you’re a hub or your rp blog is a sideblog, lmk so i can follow you there!  if you have a rules + abt page and i don’t follow back LET ME KNOW. sometimes tumblr doesn’t give me notifications and i don’t pay attention to follower count for the most part. i’m really not picky and im not trying to be mean or ignore you ! 

HATE WILL NOT BE TOLERATED.

any sort of hate will not be tolerated. if i see you picking on anyone or you pick on me , i will block you. that’s not the way i roll.

NO GODMODDING OR ANYTHING OF THE LIKE.

this is pretty standard , but please don’t control my muse or anything of the sort. 

I PRACTICE REBLOG KARMA. KINDA.

 i am not a meme archive blog , so if you do rt them please consider sending them!!

I’M FINE WITH ASKS BEING TURNED INTO THREADS!!

just please turn them into separate text posts, please!!

BE FUCKING NORMAL.

y'know. no racism, homophobia, transphobia or pedophilia, incest, and all that gross stuff. instant block. literally just be normal.

[kyojurismo]

YES I am a manga reader my dislike for kaigaku runs deep sksksks

I can kinda appreciate gyokko as an antagonist but I don't like him or find him particularly interesting.

Hantengu. Exists. I literally have no thoughts on him. He's just. There.

I love Nakime idk why I just do. Her demon blood art is so cool! Definitely one of the more unique ones in the series

I also feel bad for rui! But I also feel bad for the people he forced to be his family :/ that arc was probably one of my favorites tho

Kyogai!! I also think he's neat :) and Yushiro too

One of my friends really loves Enmu and it's kinda like I don't totally get it but I'm happy for them ig. I wish I could look like him tho the gender envy is real

-🦝

yeah i mean, gyokko as antagonist is amazing, but other than that he’s nothing … lol.

FR ENMU GIVES ME SO MUCH GENDER ENVY I’M SO JEALOUS OF HIM WTF 😭

[diagonal-queen]

i’ve gotten into a habit of doing little drabbles of sigma writing whenever i can. and most of the time they’re not even good they’re just little blurbs of him going to the park or writing book reviews for fun or having really good tea (10/10 would recommend very fun to write) however.

the other day i was looking at the stuff on your smim roleplay blog and i was like hey why is this so different from how he is in my mind?? why is this not smim to me even though that’s actually a really good representation of his canon self??

AND TODAY IT HIT ME. IT’S BECAUSE YOU’RE SIGMA TO ME

AND I LOOKED BACK AT THE WRITING AND I WENT OHHHHHH YEAH I’M JUST BASING MY ENTIRE VIEW OF SMIM OFF OF DIA AREN’T I????

LIKE EVEN WHEN I GO TO PICTURE YOU IN MY HEAD IT’S JUST SIGMA. MAYBE A SLIGHTLY MORE FEMININE SIGMA, BUT YEAH THAT’S SIGMA

so uh. congratulations. you are sigma in my head forever now

STOP WHAT>??????????? OMGGGGGGGGGG 🌸🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🥺🥺🥺🌸🥺🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🥺🥺

^^^^ me reading this during my lunchbreak while snacking on my little cinnamon roll i bought as a tasty treat

i am so happy to be smim in your head. oh my god i'm seriously so happy that people see this amazing and gorgeous character and are like 'hey ur like that' like. you all flatter me so much i wish i could give back all the love and comfort that you guys provide me <333333 i won't lie i do kind of picture mykola when you interact with me. like not any different just...he. but like a nice version LMAOMOSDJIAFISD

my end goal is actually to just be a fem sigma but like with short hair. kinda like these fanarts (also if the artists see this post hello please lmk if you want me to take them down)

GENDER ENVY GENDER ENVY GENDER ENVY

also you should send me your drabbles this isn't a request this is an order no it's not it's a threat hand em over 🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫

[faolanorionsstuff]

Tattoo’s I want and their reasoning behind them:

1# Supernatural Anti-possession

Yes I know “This isn’t 2013 anymore” but Supernatural was such an important part of my life. It was the show that opened me up to an amazing community, made me feel confident in myself, and helped me through a really dark time in my life. It also was a starting line to me realizing I was Trans. It will always be a very special show to me.

#2 Metal Gear (Big Boss)

I love Metal Gear and I love Hideo Kojima! It was the very first series that dragged me into the world of video games. I’m also kinda shy to admit that when I was younger and really upset or sad I would imagine Big Boss giving me a pep talk and comforting me in my time of need. My odd little coping skill as a kid but it’s such an important series to me.

#3 Pomegranates!

I want this to symbolize my first love. It was the fruit he introduced me to. I fell in love with it just like I fell in love with him. It’s sweet but tart, It has a tough skin on the outside but the gorgeous ruby red seeds inside are beautiful, and they grow and prosper in sunny warmer climates. They remind me of him whenever I have one. I want it to represent that “Everything works out for us.” ❤️

#4 Ghostface

Honestly this is just for indulgence and cause I’m a HUGE horror fan! I love his design and he has always given me so much gender envy. My fav trans king!

#5 FROG!

This one has no explanation lol I just think it would be funny and I absolutely adore frogs and toads. Lil funky guy like this would make my day 🐸

#6 Wolf

Call it cringe if you want but I’ve always felt connected to wolves. My fascination stems all the way from childhood. They’ve always held my interest and they’re absolutely gorgeous creatures.

That’s all I have planned for now! I’m sure I’ll find more inspiration in the future. Thanks for reading this far!

[lemonwisp]

Oh I’m 1000% biased, honestly it’s surprising I didn’t add coach skip on there because my favorite animals are river otters and he’s voiced by Owen, and that was my first Wes Anderson movie that I watched religiously when I was younger, but anyway

Jedediah gives me gender envy and I want to be him, I kinda have the hots for Eli cash, Dignan won my heart when Anthony said “you signed it, you signed it things that Dignan’s not supposed to touch” (or something like that) and the “are you in the army” and he responds “no I just have short hair” he’s so stupid your honor and I love him, Francis because Darjeeling holds a very special place in my heart and I think it’s criminally underrated. Mobius is also my bbg and dad bod >, and lightning McQueen has to go on there because I have tons of merch

Do you or do you not agree that Owen Wilson's top 3 roles in any media go as the following:

3. Mobius

2. Jedediah

Reggie from Freebirds, the movie where they go back in time to the first Thanksgiving, to get turkeys OFF THE MENU

I disagree,

Okay I don’t even think I could decide a top 3 but Reggie would not be on there I can assure you that! (Sorry Reggie Stan’s)

My top 6 Owen roles are (in no particular order)

Jedediah

Eli cash

Dignan

Francis

Mobius

Lightning McQueen

[dear-departed]

hello been reading some of your stuff and will probably continue to read it after i get this out of my mind but i was playing obey me and thinking:

i could not deal with living in the HOL. i have plenty of patience, but the constant fighting of the brothers, lucifers pride stopping him from admitting he is wrong, mammon selling things that dont belong to him for grimm, levi holing himself up and being lowkey manipulative with his self degradation causing you to spend time with him, satans short temper and occasional threats that terrify me, beel constantly eating everything in the house (i have a high metabolism and am very protective of my food for reasons unknown), and belphie sleeping constantly (plus the fact im still kinda salty about being killed in chapter 16 and then him just, acting like it necer happened) and them taking up all my time

basically id go insane, and want to know if you could write a story (long or short) about me sneaking over to purgatory hall, leaving a note saying ill see them at RAD. what id do with the residents (baking with luke, potions and magic with solomon, reading and maybe writing with simeon) and the brothers reactions to me leaving without telling them in advance and being gone so long (a night to a whole weekend)

thank you!!

Hello, Love!

I like this idea, and I totally get what you mean, I don't think I could handle not getting my proper alone time.

I tried my best with this, it got kinda rushed near the end because it was 4 in the morning and I just wanted this baby finished and over with. I loved writing it!

Some of this stuff is very much based off my childhood memories (wet, damp, grass smell is a big thing) and my interests (writing and baking with Simeon and Luke, but MC already knows a little about each) but I hope you enjoy regardless!

MC is gender neutral, and as a prefix, Mx. is used

Warnings: Mild angst, some deep conversations with Solomon, but not much, also Solomon just being a little shit for funsies, mild angst, crying Mammon

Word count: 7k

‘Please, dammit, just let me get through this chapter without another distraction.’ 

The ruckus downstairs was enough to let you know that this peace and quiet you’ve been enjoying for the past 10 minutes wouldn’t last long. 

The noise, that damned noise downstairs. You’d only gotten through a few pages of the book you were reading. Each sentence needed to be read a few times to actually soak into your mind, every grueling detail difficult to take in. 

Upon hearing a hasty knock, then the door being burst open, you knew it was over. With a defeated sigh, you slowly shut the book, not bothering to save the page. It’s not like you’d gotten that far anyway, so what was the point? 

Mammon and Levi were both quick to storm into the room, Mammon holding up a Ruri-Chan figurine, which was about the size of a beer bottle.  

“You greedy ass, give it here!” Levi desperately held out his hand, looking wound up and about ready to headbutt his older brother. 

“No way in hell would I give this to you! Do you know how much it’s worth! And besides, I found it, it’s mine! Unless you can cough up 8 thousand grimm, I’m gonna sell it online!” The second born sat himself next to you, far too close than you were comfortable with at the moment.  

“I would say until pigs fly, but you’ve got wings, jackass!” Levi directed his eyes toward you, then back to Mammon. “And plus, it’s not fair to barge into MC’s room and push this onto them! I seriously doubt they want to deal with one of my weird hermit problems!”  

You let out a deep sigh, a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding in ever since you heard that knock. “Mammon... just, give him his action figure back.”  

“No! Do you get how much this is worth?!” 

“Mammon, Avatar of Greed, I command you to give Leviathan, Avatar of Envy, his figurine back!” 

It wasn’t worth it to try and reason with him, especially not today, you reasoned. You watched as Mammon’s breath hitched, his mouth falling agape as protest as he groaned, his arms shooting out to hand Levi the action figure back.  

Leviathan’s eyes damn near sparkled when you said that. He hands hastily snatching the figurine to his chest, grinning as he blushed, “oh, MC! I really didn’t expect you to actually stick up for me, you’re the best!” 

Mammon’s arms dropped back down to his sides, his chest heaving as he sucked in a few quick breaths. “Are you serious, MC?!” 

“Don’t look at me like that, you shouldn’t have taken it in the first place.” You hummed. After a while at The House of Lamentation, you learned that Mammon being angry wasn’t really anger. You learned that he almost didn’t have the capacity to truly be mad at you, especially when he knew you were in the right.  

He stayed seated, trying to formulate his next smart comeback. He ignored the yelling that erupted from the kitchen. You, however, couldn’t seem to get it out of your head. His next words were a blur to you. Between your rare alone time being interrupted, you just being overall tired, and the dull, aching, pain in your head, everything just came back a little fuzzy.  

“MC? Hello? Earth to MC?” Leviathan asked as Mammon waved a hand in front of your face. “Ya okay? Ya seem kinda... out of it.”  

“Yes! Yes, I’m fine, I’m perfectly fine, just need a second, so just...” You set your book aside, scooting back on the bed, away from Mammon. The muted warmth radiating off the demon was beginning to get rather uncomfortable, on top of everything. “I’m just... I need a second.” You repeated, hoping, praying, to something out there that they would get the memo and just leave. 

“Okay, okay!” Mammon stood up, taking a few steps back. But alas, he didn’t make his way toward the door.  

“I mean I need a moment alone. And by a moment, I don’t mean just go out of the room and come back in a minute, I mean please leave me alone unless there’s an issue that you can’t just solve yourselves.” You rubbed your temples, your headache increasing until it felt like the veins in your neck would pop.  

“I knew they didn’t want us around, who would?” Leviathan grabbed Mammon, dragging him by the back of the shirt out of the room. Thankfully, Levi is an introvert, and knows the importance of completely shutting someone’s door before leaving. At least that’s one thing. 

The yelling from the kitchen was obviously Satan, nobody could mistake it. That strained screaming, where his voice cracked and his voice got deeper, less refined than normal. You could almost see him now, threatening Lucifer, who wouldn’t dare take any part in admitting that he did something to piss Satan off.  

When this whole shitshow started, you might’ve gone down to check on it, but it always ended up the same. Someone would get to you first, complaining about someone or something. Christ, it was like you were their only relief in this household.  

A thought suddenly crossed your mind, one not too unfamiliar to you. What would happen if you just packed up and went to purgatory hall for a day? Or a few nights? Maybe it would give the brothers some time to get themselves in line, and it would give you time to cool down before you snapped, got your neck snapped. Again. 

No, no, you couldn’t. Leaving them would be cruel, especially without any warning? What if Lucifer got pissed off and told Lord Diavolo? And what if Lord Diavolo got upset in turn? 

Or what if you just asked Lord Diavolo? He always seemed to be decently understanding. After all, he’s been near the demon brothers for hundreds of years now, he knows how tiring they can get. 

So without any further considerations, before you decided to chicken out, you pulled out your D.D.D, opening up Diavolo’s contact.  

MC: Lord Diavolo? Can I have your opinion, or blessing on something? 

Diavolo: Of course, what is it, MC? 

You hesitated for a moment, typing and retyping the words you were about to say next. Should you ask to call him instead? No, someone might hear, and lord knows they’d go feral. 

MC: How would you feel about me staying at Purgatory Hall for a few days? Just to cool off? All of the brothers are getting to be a bit much. I hope you understand, and it’s alright if you refuse. 

Diavolo: Haha! Of course, you may, those brothers are always so rowdy, I understand! I’ll send over someone to escort you tonight. 

Diavolo: And don’t worry, I won’t tell Lucifer, it’ll be our little secret for now 

MC: Thank you, Lord Diavolo 

He sent an emoji, that one of the Red Devil winking, with its hip jutted out to the side. At least he’s understanding. 

The title of a ‘Demon Prince’ was always super intimidating, every portrayal of one like Diavolo was always tyrannical, sadistic, and an overall ass, and there was always this part of you that expected him to respond to you like that. 

Great. So now all you had to do is pack a bag without any of them knowing. Which is, arguably, the hardest part of this whole thing.  

♥ 

Just as you thought, packing your bag was hell, all puns intended. 

You pretended to take a shower, or in other words, you grabbed a bunch of clothes and a duffle bag and shoved everything you’d need for the weekend into it. A few different outfits, a comb, toothpaste, toothbrush, a stick of deodorant, that sort of stuff.  

It felt alien to you. You’d only ever packed to leave the house after the exchange program had first ended, or whenever you went on trips with the brothers.  

But as you got a text from Barbatos after some of the brothers had gone to bed, the remaining ones too busy to be out of their rooms at this time of the night, you felt kind of bad. Frustrated, yes, but something in your heart tugged you toward this chaotic bunch. It’s not like you were leaving forever, but still. 

Alas, you neatly placed your note on your bed, doing a double-take around the room before hauling your bag up onto your shoulder, your shoes hanging by their laces on the strap of the bag, and stepped out of the door, swinging it shut, then carefully turning the knob and shutting it, making as little noise as possible. You were fully aware Lucifer knew you were out of your room, but that didn’t matter. 

As you passed the kitchen, the distant noise of soft grumbling radiated from the dim glow that radiated from the fridge. Satan was going to be pissed about that in the morning, you noted.  

You crept further down the hall on soft footfalls, the silver moon bouncing off the walls, the pictures on the walls basking in the familiar sunless Devildom sky.  

You felt eyes upon you, but something kept you from turning around. If they were going to stop you, or say something, they would have by now. Your hand lurched for the doorknob, slowly starting to turn the cool metal beneath your warm fingertips. It moved no further. Of course, it would be locked. 

You carefully set down your bag, holding the handle with one hand and carefully turning the lock with your other. A soft click sounded from the inner mechanisms of the old lock, proving you successful. You pulled the door open, picking up your bag again and shutting it behind you. You locked it, then took a moment to slide on your shoes finally. 

The headlights of the chauffer's car shone in the dull, cold, night. All according to plan.  

As that thought passed your mind, you felt the stare burning into the back of your skull dissipate, like a shadow sliding back into its corner, as if it’d been washed away by a cool bucket of water. Yet it left no release. 

You walked toward the car, watching as the driver got out and walked to the back of the car. They stood strong, with their hands folded neatly in front of themselves. “Mx. (Last name), welcome.” They greeted, their gloved hand delicately opening the back door, nodding their head toward the seat. Lord Diavolo certainly hadn’t left any room for error, had he? Despite Purgatory Hall being a short walk away. To be fair, though, the Devildom isn’t the safest place for a human to roam at night.  

You scooted in the seat, setting your bag to the side. “Thank you, really.”  

“No worries, Mx. (Last name), it’s nothing short of my duty.” They offered a polite smile as they shut the door, moving back into the driver’s seat. They glanced at you through the mirror, “Purgatory Hall, correct?” 

“Yes.” You traced your finger over the perfect stitching on the leather seats of the car, which smelled faintly of Lucifer’s unmistakable cologne.  

As the car pulled away from the House of Lamentation, you slumped further into the seat, letting out a quiet sigh as your muscles relaxed, the anxiety that burned deep in your marrow slowly letting itself loose.  

The gentle humming of the car was like a lullaby to your racing thoughts, the way it buzzed as it cruised down the road, it brought you back to different memories in your life. Long car rides at night, riding the bus, the way you used to squint when you were at stoplights to see how blurry you could get the lights to seem, the dank and musty smell of freshly mowed grass after a long day.  

It didn’t take long before the car eased to a stop outside Purgatory Hall, the chauffer locking eyes with you through the mirror, that same, sterile, smile catching your attention as they looked at you. “We’ve arrived, I will stay here until you get inside.” 

“Alright.” You unlocked and opened the door, slithering out of the seat and tugging the bag along with you. “Thank you, again, I know it really can’t be convenient picking random people up, especially at this hour.” 

“Again, it’s no worries. And after all, Mx. (last name), you are no stranger. You’re a friend of both Lucifer and Lord Diavolo.” The driver assured. 

You shut the door, walking around the back of the car and making your way up the short path to the front door. You knocked four times before stopping and listening closely for anyone inside the house. After a minute or two of crashing, groaning, and somebody from inside very obviously falling straight on their ass, a light turned on. 

A tired-looking Simeon opened the door. “I... what are you...” He squinted, then blinked, seeming quite dazed. You could see the gears turning in his head, before his mouth went slightly agape, his crackly voice going “ohh... I remember now! Come in, come in.” He stepped aside, a loving grin tugging at the edge of his lips, which had a little bit of wet drool leaking off one side of his mouth. 

You stepped into the house, the scent of vanilla hitting you square in the face.  

Luke veered the corner, Solomon sluggishly following behind him, rubbing one side of his butt, a pained look wrinkling his features. Luke looked tired, but undoubtedly gleeful to see you. “You’re actually staying with us for a few days?!” He grabbed at your wrist, grinning a bit.  

The small angel quickly caught himself, “it’s not that I’m happy about that or anything, I mean, I see you all the time! But... I’m happy you’re here!” He put a hand on his hip.  

“I’m glad I’m here too, Luke.” You gave the top of his head a gentle pat, returning his tired smile. “I’m sorry to wake you all, and to kind of like, invade your home, even if I did let you know beforehand. I’m just...”  

“We get it.” Solomon attempted to tame his hair, only paying attention to you half way. “Those brothers can get really tiring. It’s like, I love them, but even things you love can make you upset sometimes. It’s like listening to the same song on repeat for three hours, but it’s a song you love. You need to take a break from that song for a while before you can enjoy listening to it again.” 

“That’s a good analogy, Solomon.” Simeon nodded, giving you a comforting smile. “Do you want a hug? I know times like these can be stressful, and sometimes it can feel like everything around you is just all happening at once, and you want some space from them, I suppose?”  

“Yes, please.” You shuffled closer to Simeon, Luke’s soft hand falling from your wrist as you wrapped your arms around the older angel, burying your head into his chest. Jasmin, chamomile, flowers... ugh. You allowed yourself to slip further into his embrace, noting the sudden warmth now connected to your side, Luke. They were warmer than the demon brothers, who were slightly cool to the touch. 

Solomon watched from a couple feet away, his eyes filled with want as he stared into the empty spot at your other side. Eventually, he gave in, sinking into your familiar warmth. 

Despite not spending nearly as much time here as you did the House of Lamentation, this place felt just as much like home as the other.  

After a moment of comfortable, admittedly warm silence, Simeon pulled away, his delicate hands resting upon your shoulders, a smile gracing his angelic features. “I have no doubts you’re exhausted. We already have a place for you to sleep, how about we get you set up so you can get some good, undisturbed, rest?” 

“That sounds heavenly.” You sighed, finally realizing how heavy your eyelids were. 

He let out a soft laugh, brushing his hand against your cheek. “Well, we try. Solomon, if you don’t mind, can you take them over to their bed area? Luke and I will get them a cup of tea ready.” He and Luke pulled away from you, as did Solomon, who slowly nodded. “Sorry, almost fell asleep on you there.” he giggled, squinting at you. “I can’t stay up as late as I did before, being immortal takes its toll. Come on.” He nodded toward down the hall, making his way through the house with you hot on his tail.  

“Luke and Simeon were overjoyed when they heard you were coming.” He said, his slippers making soft patting noises on the hard flooring. “So am I. I feel like we never hang out outside of studying. Maybe I can steal you away for a while, who knows?” He trailed his index finger along the wall, eventually stopping at a series of doors. “They decided to set up your sleeping arrangement in my room. Feel free to freshen up in the bathroom, you can sleep on the bed, I’ll sleep on the couch, unless you’re open to the idea of sharing a bed.” He paused, appraising your reaction.  

You felt your face heat up, the tips of your ears becoming hot as you laughed, shaking your head as you stared at the floor. “You’ve been spending too much time with Asmo, I swear.” You set your bag by the sofa. 

“Well, I’ve only known him for a few centuries, I wouldn’t say too long. So... was that a yes?”  

“Solomon, I’m not taking your bed, I’m the guest, I’m sleeping on the sofa.” You shook your head, sitting down on the sofa, taking one of the throw pillows and placing it beneath your head. 

“Well then, I guess we’re sharing the couch. I’m not sleeping on the bed either. As you said, you’re the guest, and you came here to feel comfortable.” He clambered onto the couch as well, humming triumphantly at you as Luke and Simeon both entered the room, a few cups of warm “sleepy time” tea in hand.  

“This should get you nice and sleepy if you weren’t already, or at least calm you down.” Simeon placed two of the steaming cups onto the coffee table, placing coasters beneath them. “Be careful, it’s really hot.”  

You made a mental note of now Luke’s cup wasn’t steaming, and he in fact had his other hand wrapped around the cup. Simeon definitely cooled it down for him, how sweet. 

“Thank you, again. I know it’s a pain, but like you said, they get overwhelming sometimes.” You stared into your cup, the honey-colored liquid reflecting back yourself, someone who had gone through many big events and changes since you arrived in the Devildom. Someone who had died, come back to life, went through many death threats from various demons, including those closest to you.  

And yet, a lot of the time, you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. Despite how unforgiving it is for humans, it’s oddly comforting.  

“Really, MC, it’s no problem. Even in the celestial realm they were a bit much at times.” Simeon leaned down, planting a goodnight kiss on your forehead. “Now, you should get some rest. Don’t let Solomon be too mean to you.” he teased, giving your cheek a gentle pat before both he and Luke left the room, shutting the door behind them.  

Solomon dipped his finger into his tea, muttering a quiet spell into the liquid, in a tongue you didn’t recognize. It must have been a spell he hadn’t taught you yet. “What’d you do to it?” You quirked a brow, watching as he chugged the cup down.  

“I turned it into gin.” He smirked, looking up at you through his frosted lashes. 

“Solomon!” 

“Just kidding, I cooled it down. Want me to do the same for you.?” he wiped his mouth on his sleeve, clearing his throat a little.  

“Sure, if you don’t mind.” You scooted your cup of tea out to him. He dipped the very tip of his finger into the piping hot contents of the cup, muttering the same, soft, incantation before pulling his hand away. “Alright, should be fine, test it.”  

You carefully picked up the cup, tipping it up just enough to touch the liquid to your lips. “It’s perfect.” Somehow, he’d gotten it to the perfect temperature. You took a long sip, savoring the lightly sweet, floral, drink. It slid down your throat smoothly, warming your body just enough to be oh so satisfying.  

“I’m glad.” He idly watched you drink your tea, playing with a piece of loose thread in one of the cushions of the sofa, thinking of his next words. “I’m not supposed to say this, but Simeon’s making pancakes tomorrow morning because you decided to stay over. Don’t say anything to like, though. He’ll go feral; you know how much he loves Simeon’s pancakes.” He let his eyes stray, slowly beginning to stare straight through you.  

He was knocked out from his daze when you set your cup down. He shook it off, grabbing both of the cups. “I’ll take these to the kitchen; you get comfy on the bed.” He smiled, the little dark circles underneath his blueish brown eyes, which showed up very prominently on his pale skin. 

‘nice try, old man.’ 

He made a graceful exit from the room, but you couldn’t help but notice how he hobbled slightly. Damn, how had had he fallen on his ass? 

You pulled your D.D.D from your pocket, half-expecting a flurry of texts and calls from the brothers. All you were met with, however, was a few stray texts from Diavolo and Barbatos, briefly letting you know that the driver was there, or asking if you’d gotten there safely. You assured them you had, setting your phone in your bag. 

Solomon returned a minute later, quirking an icy brow.  

“...Damn you, Solomon.” You feigned annoyance as you climbed onto the bed, slipping beneath the covers. “I’m not having you sleeping on the couch, either. Come here.” 

“Roger.” 

♥ 

You awoke to the sweet scent of pancakes wafting through the air, and the weight of Solomon sliding off the bed. You let out a soft groan, rolling over onto your back and staring at the ceiling. It was so relaxing to not be woken up by Mammon bursting through your door, so nice to not hear someone screaming downstairs.  

“Good morning, sleepy head. You slept like a rock last night.” The sorcerer chuckled, turning his back to you as he took off his shirt, swapping it out for a fresh one. Right, today was a weekend, nobody had school.  

“H... wha?...” You moaned, the feeling of sleep slipping through your fingers as you slowly sat up, still not entirely able to tell if this was a dream or not.  

“I got up a few times, and let me tell you, you didn’t move at all. You must’ve been really tired.” He grabbed a pair of pants and some boxers and whisked himself off to the bathroom, leaving you in a blurry daze. 

You rubbed your eyes, trying to shake off the fog clouding your mind. Oh right, you snuck out without telling the brothers anything.  

You groggily got out of bed, feeling both the most well-rested yet the most tired you’d ever been in your life. You quickly changed, trying to finish up before Solomon came out of the bathroom.  

Hesitantly, you picked up your phone. Surprisingly, though, you only had 13 texts. Which may seem like a lot, but... all of the brothers texted once or twice, Lucifer told them to give you some space in the group chat, messaged you that he was sorry for any discomfort they may have caused, and that seemed to be that. Sure, they moped, but you didn’t get any calls, no texts, after that.  

With that off your chest there wasn’t a lot to worry about anymore. No upset brothers, just mildly tickled demon men, which you could live with.  

“I’m back, let’s get to the dining room.” Solomon stood by the doorway, bowing his head lightly, motioning you into the hallway. You followed along, with all the lights on, you were fully able to take in the vivid and rich paintings lining the walls. 

Upon entering the dining room, you see Simeon being the perfect malewife, I mean being very helpful. 

He’s setting the table, a large plate of pancakes in the center, with plates for everyone in their respective places, your plate was placed between him and Luke.  

Luke was also being helpful, bringing out a carton of milk and juice, setting cups and silverware next to everyone’s plates. It was obvious he was trying to contain his excitement, his lips were pursed, barely suppressing the grin that lay beneath his attempt at a calm façade.  

“Breakfast is served!” Simeon said in his melodic voice, his tone wafting through the air the same as the smell of the pancakes. A gentle smile graced his features as he eyed you up and down, tilting his head. “I heard you slept well?” 

“I slept great, I hope you did, too... even though I did wake you up to stay over.” You smiled in return, earning a blush from the angel. 

“MC! You have to come over more often! I mean, please come over more often!” Luke took his place at the table, looking absolutely thrilled. 

His favorite people all in the same room, with his favorite food, all in a good mood. Nothing could beat this moment, right here.  

You, Solomon, and Simeon all sat in your respective places, chatting while peacefully chowing down on the awesome breakfast that Simeon had made. You let them all know about the texts you’d seen, and they were happy to hear that the brothers at least agreed to give you some space for the time being.  

“It’s really peaceful here” you remarked, shoveling a forkful of pancake into your mouth. 

“Yes, I do think it’s peaceful here, for the most part. After all, including you, the house does have eight people. That’s a lot of people all at once, and including you, we only have four, so really, we’re just less crowded. And I do admit, some of the brothers are crazy in the mornings.” Simeon laughed, covering his mouth.  

“This is really good, Simeon.” Solomon leaned an elbow on the table, sending you all a little grin. “I think I should make breakfast tomorrow morning. It’s only fair, you and Luke already cooked, so I think I should take over tomorrow. After all, I’ve been looking at this new recipe for w-” 

“NO! NO CHANCE IN... I mean...” Simeon cleared his throat, nearly choking on his bite of pancake. “Luke and I are more than happy to cook, it's our hobby, after all” He smiled. “There’s really no need to overwork yourself, Solomon.” 

“Oh no, I insist. You really should look at this recipe, Simeon. I think adding my own twist would make it taste better, though.” Solomon took a swig of juice. 

“Your food is really, really... special. I just don’t think our stomachs are used to how good it is, so-” Simeon started, only to be cut off by Luke. 

“You suck at cooking-” 

“Luke!-” 

“Sorry! It just slipped out! Not even Beel can eat It, though!” 

You couldn’t help but put your head in your hands and laugh, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. And the worst part? You knew Solomon was aware how awful his cooking was. He just didn’t care. 

“I’m sorry, Solomon, but he’s right. I think there’s a 50/50 chance that you either die or become immortal when someone eats your cooking” You gave the sorcerer a playful glance, who winked in return.  

♥ 

Apparently Simeon gets the most motivation in the mornings. 

He invited you to shoot some ideas back and forth for one of his up-and-coming books. This mostly consisted of you attempting to teach him how the hell to run the “word” program on his computer, which he so kindly got from one of Leviathan’s suggestions. 

He’s still amazed that it turns on. 

But imagine his fucking shock when you boot up Microsoft word. His eyes go wide and he started exploring all of the options. 

Every single one of them. 

He knew what a lot of them were, the font options, alignment, things like that, but what the hell are ‘wingdings? 

“Simeon, those are pretty much colorless emojis but for a Microsoft word document, you don’t need those to write. Those are for like, flyers, and pamphlets, y’know?” You pointed back to the ‘home’ tab, but he stayed on the ‘insert’ tab. 

“How do I get these on my D.D.D? I haven’t seen these emojis on my phone.” He began to browse through them, littering his document with hearts, cartoon spider webs, smiley faces, everything under the sun. 

“You can’t, Simeon, I’ll show you those later, let’s just start with the ideas.” You put your hand over his, directing him back to the ‘home’ tab. His shoulders slumped a little, yet he nodded. “You’re right, I need to actually start.”  

For a while, the two of you just snacked and had drinks while he bounced different novel ideas off you, listening to your opinions on different plot ideas. 

Eventually, he pulled out a notebook and laid his head in your lap, tapping a pen against his lips. “Now, what are some good side character names? I’m running low on names I haven’t used before.” He clicked the pen against his temple, scribbling on the corner of the page to make sure it worked.  

“How about... Elyssa?” 

“Oh, that’s a good one! Like... a high elven princess, I can see her being this regal figure, morally grey.” He kicked one leg onto the other, humming softly as he jotted the name down.  

“Harris.” 

“I’ve used that one before.” 

“Uh... Astrophel!” 

“That one, too.” 

“Vivian” 

“Okay, okay, that’s good, I don’t have any ideas for her, but I’m sure some will come eventually.” 

“Ezra.” 

“I like that!” 

This went on for who knows how long. Sometimes he would just set his notebook down while you idly raked your hands through his hair, trying to think of more names after you ran out. 

♥ 

Next was baking with Luke, apparently, Barbatos had “assigned” him lemon meringue cookies, and Luke would be damned if he failed an assignment from one of his mentors.  

He pulled out four eggs, turning to glance at you. “Do you know how to separate the whites from the yolks?” 

“yeah-” 

“Do NOT separate them with your fingers! Because if you do, the oils from your fingers-” he wiggled his fingers in the air “-will keep the proteins from whipping up in the egg whites! Because fat keeps things from whipping up unless it is fat based. That’s why we wiped the mixing bowl with lemon, because it’s acidic, and cuts away any remaining fat in the bowl!” 

You were vaguely aware of this, but hey, why not let the kid have his fun being smarter than you? 

“Yes, Sir Luke!” You saluted, taking the eggs delicately in your hands. “And I’ll make sure to crack them in a separate bowl so I don’t get any shells in them, either.” You assured, pulling out another, smaller, bowl. You cracked them over the sink, saving the yolk for later and putting the egg white into the other bowl.  

“I’ll get started on the syrup.” You heard Luke working on the stove behind you, humming a soft little tune to himself as he focused. You appraised the egg whites, carefully placing them into the mixing bowl after you picked out any shells remaining. “What now?” 

“Start the mixer on medium, and add in this when it gets foamy, catch!” he tossed you a small plastic container of a white, powdery, substance. ‘Cream of tartar’, the label read.  

“How much do I put in?”  

“Only a teeny tiny bit, ¼th of a teaspoon, there should be a spoon for it inside the 1/2th.” 

“Roger that.” You did as told, deciding to muse the kid “so, what’s this for?” 

“Oh, cream of tartar is to stabilize the egg whites! After a certain point, egg whites can get too whipped and deflate! So, when you add...” you tuned him out as you eyed the egg whites, watching them get foamy, then as they grew in volume. 

“It’s awesome you know all of this, Luke, it’s really impressive.” You turned back to glance at him, to see his face bright red.  

“You think so, MC?... I don’t know what to say...” He stared at his shows. “Thank you, it means a lot that you think I’m smart, and not just some dumb little kid.” 

“Of course, I don’t think you’re just some dumb kid, Luke. You’re in direct contact with Michael, after all. I know he’d only ever choose the best angels to help him.” You ruffled his hair. “I like how you appreciate the little things, like how you really like Simeon’s pancakes, and how you won’t say it, but you actually don’t mind demons. They’re nicer than you thought, huh?”  

“...Yeah. They are. I like Beel. He's scary sometimes, but I know he cares about his family, kind of like how I care about you and Simeon. I think of you all as family.” He sniveled, looking up at you and wiping a tear from the corner of his eye, quivering smile tugging at his lips. “You’re the best family I could ask for.” 

Who knew an angel with such a sweet tooth could be sweeter than what he bakes? 

After calming Luke back down, which apparently, he’s a happy crier sometimes, the two of you got back to work. 

He picked up the boiling pot of sugar syrup and you helped slowly pour it in while the egg whites were still mixing. “It won’t scramble, don’t worry!” he stated proudly as he drizzled in more of the syrup. 

Slowly, the egg whites in the bowl became stiffer and glossier until the entirety of the syrup was in the mixer. Then, you both added yellow food coloring and lemon extract.  

The oven, preheated to 225 degrees Fahrenheit, or 80 degrees Celsius, was then ready for the freshly piped meringue, in perfect, crimped peaks.  

They turned out amazing after a few hours, the lemon flavor bursting through the foamy sugar like a delightfully sour surprise. 

♥ 

Lastly, you decided to join Solomon in his room to study, which was fun, to say the least.  

He knows how to have fun while also keeping you engaged, playfully casting harmless spells on you, having you taste-test potions with short-term effects. 

“Now, add the chopped bits of the poison fire coral to the cauldron. That’s right, good.” He guided your hand with the scoop toward the cauldron, directing you carefully.  

“Is it supposed to do that?” The liquid inside the pot began to spurt and sparkle, sending little bits of flame flying toward you both. He didn’t flinch as they landed on his bare skin, dissipating instantly.  

“Perfectly normal, just stay calm.” he checked his watch, seemingly counting the seconds. 

“and... twelve! See, it stopped!” He gestured to the cauldron, which did indeed, cease with the whole ‘spewing fire’ thing.  

“Now, try it.” He dipped a glass spoon into the shiny, bright red, liquid, holding it close to your lips. It burned your nose lightly when you sniffed it, not really having a smell, just kind of burning. 

“Isn’t poison fire coral deadly?” 

“Oh, very, but this potion neutralizes it. Trust me, I use it all the time.”  

Hesitantly, you sipped the smooth, slightly thick, potion from the spoon. It sent shooting pain down your throat, as if a million fire and were crawling up and down your innards. “Oh, my gods, that hurts!” 

“Just wait a second.” 

Sure enough, the pain went away as soon as it came. “What did that even do besides hurt me?” 

“Blow me.”  

“WHAT? SOLOMON!” 

“No, I mean like, blow air at me!”  

You let out a puff of air through your lips. A bright reddish orange flame spewed from your delicate lips, reaching out to lick his cheek, like the hand of a deadly yet seductive mistress. The fire caressed his skin lightly, not daring to light his hair aflame. In fact, he seemed unphased by it, as if it wasn’t warm whatsoever.  

“I can breathe fire?!” 

“Kind of. Try to blow on your hand.” He instructed. 

You did as he said, noticing that the flame felt slightly cool, an exact parallel of what you’d felt in your throat moments earlier.  

“It only lasts for a little bit, only about 30 minutes. I have an antidote, if you’d like one.”  

“As long as it can’t catch anything on fire, I’m fine with having this for 30 minutes, count me in!” As you excitedly talk, little bursts of flame expelled from your lips, wisping past your hair.  

He chuckled, leaning on his arm. “You know...” he shook his head “I quit befriending mortals because so many of them die whenever you’re super close to them. Yet oddly enough, I can’t stop myself from being close to you. You’re like trying to resist... gee, I’ll say, you’re like trying to resist sin itself. But I’d say you’re the best sin out there.” He stared into your eyes. “Damn you for being a human. I might just have to turn you immortal with me.” 

♥ 

Back at the house, before you’d woken up, Mammon ran to Lucifer, freaking the hell out, waving your note in his hand like a madman. “MC!... Lucifer, bro, it’s MC, th-they ran away, a-and... they said they ran away but I don’t believe it because why the hell do they need to run away they just said that needed to go to Purgatory Hall for a break but why wouldn’t they just tell us?! And Lucifer we’ve gotta go lookin’ for them becasue only dad knows where the hell they are now! What if someone just wrote like them? There are a lotta people in the Devildom who would kill to hurt or take them and I’m worried and...” He sucked in a breath of air, choking on his sobs. 

Lucifer furrowed his brows, snatching the note from Mammon, going over the note a few times. “I’m calling a family meeting to see if anybody knows about this. We will contact Lord Diavolo if there is reason, but we don’t have suspicion to believe that they were captured. Here, seem like you need it.” Lucifer offered Mammon a sip of his water, who just shook his head. 

Dammit, why was he so bothered by this? Why did it rub him the wrong way? Was he sick in the head or something for assuming that was where you’d gone? Or was it a normal reaction? Either way, he just... he had to know you were safe. Regardless of if you probably were, as your first man, it’s his duty to know you’re safe. 

Everyone gathered in the living room, half worried sick, the other half of the brothers not really surprised at all.  

“First order of business.” Lucifer folded his hands neatly on his lap. “I did hear MC awake last night, they walked out of their room, I know that. I heard them. But I need to know if any of you saw them leave, and if they were alone.” 

All of the brothers stayed silent and still, all but Belphie, who quietly raised his hand. “I saw them leave.” 

“And you didn’t stop them?! What if they get hurt?!” Mammon exclaimed, “are ya crazy?!” 

Belphie shook his head “no, I didn’t stop them. They were checking their phone when I saw them. I was trying to get Beel back to our room. I saw one of Lord Diavolo’s cars out the window. I think they’re fine. They had a bag and everything. I really do think they just got overwhelmed.” He curled up on the sofa like a cat, laying his head on his arms. 

“Oh.” Mammon stopped having what appeared to be a heart attack, shiveling as he wiped up his tears. “Well... so... they’re fine? I was worryin’ over nothin’?” 

Nobody responded to him as Lucifer drew his phone from his pocket. “I’ll call Lord Diavolo just to double check, but thank you, Belphie.”  

“yeah.” 

Lucifer dialed up Diavolo, who answered right away. “Hello, Lord Diavolo? You’re on speaker. My brothers and I would like to know if you had a car pick up MC last night.” 

The demon prince’s giggle came clear through the phone, a failed attempt at stifling his glee “I won’t tell, Lucifer. I’ve been sworn to secrecy~” 

“So, I’m guessing that’s a yes?” Lucifer rubbed his temples with a quiet yet exasperated sigh. 

“...You see right through me, Lucifer! Yes, you’ve caught me.” He pouted. 

“Understood, I will inform my brothers to not contact MC until further notice, thank you for the explanation, have a nice day. Goodbye.”  

“...So, they’re fine.” Mammon put a hand on his chest, taking a deep breath. “Okay then. I don’t, how will I keep myself entertained?” 

“Figure it out yourself, I’m taking a nice long nap with a body pillow.” 

“I think I’m gonna go to Hell’s kitchen. 

“I’m taking a self care day!” 

“I’ll update MC on the book I’m reading when they return.” 

“I’ll get some good manga for MC to read when they get back!” 

“...I might go to the casino.” 

“Mammon, I will string you up if you dare go within 500 feet of a facility that inhibits gambling.” 

[decadentpaperduck]

Do You Think I'm Pretty? - Steve Harrington x Wheeler!Reader

Warnings: Underage drinking I guess? Swearing. Fluff Words: 1.7K A/N: I don't think too much of this was gendered so I think it could be consumed as gender neutral if you so desired? Based off this request!

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“What are you drinking?” Nancy asks, standing on her tip toes to look over the brim of your cup.

“Just plain ol’ beer, Nance.”

“And how many cups of plain o’l beer have you had?” Your top lip twitches, pulled by a thread of frustration. Classic Nancy, being a nosey older sister was the perfect precursor to journalism.

“One.”

“Good. Just don’t get drunk.”

“Rich coming from you.” You laugh into your drink as you take another sip. You don’t mean for it to feel so antagonistic but you envied everything she was, everything she seemingly didn’t want you to become.

Nancy’s trademark frown falls upon her brow.

“I’m older than you-”

“By like half an hour!”

“Still older. And I know the temptation to drink yourself dumb. It won’t end well. Do as you’re told.” And with a singular pointed finger aimed your way, she turns on her heel to leave.

“When have you ever done anything you were told to do, Nance?” You call after her as she walks away, leaving you unable to argue further. You sigh and lean back against the kitchen counter top, your head rolling back to hit against the upper cabinets.

“Awh, did I miss the great Wheeler bust up of ‘84?” Steve Harrington. You turn your head, still leaning it against the cabinet behind you, to see him smiling at you. Something of an understanding gaze underneath the joviality.

“It won’t be the last.” He stands himself next to you. He smells clean and delightful. You close your eyes, trying to pretend you weren’t at some ridiculous party and that you didn’t have a raging crush on your sister’s ex.

The aforementioned ex nudges your arm.

“What are you drinking?”

“Don’t you start!” You groan.

“Hey, hey. I just thought your cup looked kinda empty!” You open the eye nearest to him with a squint.

“Are you trying to get me drunk, Harrington?” You may have been lying to your sister and this was not drink number one, but three. He laughs.

“Not exactly, I am trying to get drunk, and if you want to join you are more than welcome.” He holds up his cup, still full. “Here.”

“Thanks.” You open your other eye slowly and turn to him to take the cup, putting down your own empty one. “You know, it’s still weird that you are giving me the time of day.” You put the cup to your mouth before you can say any more.

“Where I come from we call that a beer.” He points to the cup. “Don’t know about the time of day.” You hum something reminiscent of an exaggerated ha ha.

He considers himself. It’s almost common knowledge that Steve isn’t the same man he was a year ago, not that everyone knows why. A few people were glad of it, some were confused. He wonders which category you fall into and how much you know about what’s happened. “I know I’ve not always been-”

“Steven.” You hold the half empty cup haphazardly in your hand and gesture it out towards him. He tightens his lip with amusement at you addressing him by a (false) full name. “It’s okay. I didn’t say I don’t like it.” He folds his arms and nods.

“Noted.”

-

After a couple of hours, you are aware that you have lost Steve and your sister. You scan the rooms without much commitment, you don’t think you could contain the alcohol in your stomach if you saw them together. The past few months had been relatively calm. Nancy and Steve had affectively parted ways and Steve was acknowledging you as a human being, not just Mini Nancy Wheeler. It’s not as though you thought anything would happen between you, but Nancy and Steve together were just an explosive mix. There was always so much going on between them and something like a power struggle. You didn’t doubt that Steve loved her, but he also loved himself and for a long time those two loves were in conflict. You just didn’t want things to change again, things had finally started feeling comfortable.

Your throbbing head urges you to get some air.

It’s raining when you step outside. You can hear the music vibrating through the house behind you as you walk further out into the front garden and look up at the sky. You close your eyes and smile as the water falls on your skin. It’s warm. It slows the incessant thoughts, sobering you up gently. Nothing else matters but the gentle rumble of the music and the rain soaking through your clothes.

The sound of the door swinging open and banging against the front of the house pulls you out of your dream state. “Fuck sake.” It’s Steve. You frown gently as he slumps down on the steps, running his hands through his hair.

You watch him, blinking away your own sadness. His shoulders sag and his breathing looks laboured even from where you stand. You walk slowly up to the steps and sit down on the step beside him.

“Are you seeking compensation for a Wheeler related incident?” He looks up at you as though he had missed your approach entirely.

“How did you know?”

“When it comes to you Steve, it’s always Nancy.” He laughs softly, you weren’t entirely wrong, but his Wheeler related incident spread a bit further than that.

“She left with Jonathan about an hour ago.” You nod knowingly. “I think she was getting a bit carried away with her drink. You know what she can be like.”

“Do you think I am pretty?” Steve asks without an iota of hesitation.

“How many drinks have you had?” Despite the fact you are sounding like your sister, your concern wins out over your amusement at his inebriated state.

“Answer the question.”

You don’t know what makes you say it, whether its the necessity to speak the truth, or the sadness in his eyes that told you he needed reassurance. But you tell him.

“Yes, Mr Harrington, I do.”

“Don’t call me that, you make me sound like my dad.” The resentment is evident, he rewinds. “I was seeing if Nance was okay and she kinda lashed out…Jonathan got between us and…yeah…took her home.” He’s staring at a patch of grass. You rest your hand on his denim clad knee. You could tell he was struggling with the idea that he had upset her, after all, his redemption arc was at stake. “I’m glad she’s home safe, naturally, Jonathan hadn’t drank, and nothing escalated too bad. I think she’s just-” He stops himself. You squeeze his knee.

“Let’s get you home, stud.” You pull Steve’s arm over your shoulder and wrap your nearside arm around the small of his back, clutching him close to you, simply to keep him steady, of course. You stand him up and give him a moment to adjust.

“You’re strong!” He giggles, wrapping himself around you like a lazy vine, his head lulling onto your shoulder.

“Someone’s got to be.” You mumble, thankful for the rain’s part in your sobriety. You let him gaze up at the sky in wonder as you watch his feet for him.

“Okay, foot forward, down, down, dow- gently!!” You muster all your strength to keep him stood up straight so he doesn’t throw himself down the stairs.

-

“Which wing is your bathroom in, Harrington?”

“Pffffffffft. Shhhhh. No wings.” He pouts. “Just up the stairs please.” You do as he says and guide him gently up the wide staircase, following his mumbled directions.

When you are over the threshold of the bathroom, you let go of him and he groans audibly. “Oh n...no.” You lunge forward to lift the toilet seat just in time for him to empty the contents of his stomach into the porcelain bowl. He hovers his head there for a few moments, just in case, before he sinks down between the bowl and the wall, his arms limp at his side.

You grab a towel from the rail and dampen a patch of it underneath the sink tap before kneeling on the floor, between the legs of the broken boy. You reach out to his jacket collar and dab at the sick that had ricocheted back onto him. You withdraw to get a look at him and see if he got himself anywhere else. “Fuck, I’m sorry.” Steve attempts to hold his head into an upright position, hands either side of his head. The most frustrating, annoying and gorgeous bobblehead you’d ever seen. What for? Being drunk? Being sick? Being in love with Nancy? “I never realised.” He frowns dramatically. His big hazel eyes follow you intently as you bundle up the towel and throw it into the laundry hamper.

“I’m not in your head, Harrington. You will have to share the part of the conversation that’s unfolding in here.” You tap your own forehead, emulating his own.

There is a long pause. You sit down in front of him, cross legged. The water drips from you both onto the bathroom floor, sounding like your very own indoor rainstorm.

“I feel like I’ve loved her forever.” You try not to show the way your body wants to react to his declaration of love. “Every time I came to pick her up, you’d see my car parked out front and come and tell me she was getting ready to see me.” You nod and swallow the urge to cry. “I remember the way my insides felt and I could have sworn it was excitement to see Nance.” The tears fall from your eyes as your lids weigh down with confusion. “You’re like an ocean breeze.” He blinks thoughtfully. “You’re good for me.” You have never seen him with his guard so low, like you could step over it and climb into his soul. “It’s funny. I used to think it was Nancy that made me feel this way.”

“What way?” The shell of your sentence left your lips in a broken whisper.

“Like I was someone.” His eyes are on yours again and you can’t bare the way he can sustain eye contact at a time like this. “But it was you. Maybe it was always you.”

[plush-rabbit]

It’s Not Fair

Warnings: Monster, Double Penetration, Degradation (fem!reader x levi)

Word Count: 2.6K

A/N: It’s his birthday and I want that good ol’ monster loving (also since it’s monster!levi, he doesnt keep the entire aspects of him, but it’ll be described!! Kinda similar to an overhaul monster one I did if youve seen that one) (also i went with fem because there was no gender specified but if youd like for a male, ill be happy to change the pronouns and everything else)

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Leviathan is many things. He considers himself all his flaws first- all the horrible envy that makes his mouth fill with acid, the horrible anger that aches deep in his bones, the narrowed eyes that will sharpen into something more than just a man complaining how it isn’t fair. A man with slender hands that grow jagged and sharp, littered with scales that seem so impenetrable but has scratches from long ago etched deep into the dark scales. Leviathan is envy, eyes that fill with tears from some deep emotion, a sin so vile it has torn people apart, has lead to murder and everything worse than death. 

He is someone who, at first glance, no one would fear. He is nothing more than an otaku. But he is everything more than just that. He is a sea serpent, something so monstrous in size that you can feel something worse than fear touch at your body. He is a leader. When he was holy and untouchable, he commanded angels, and now he is a Grand Admiral of The Hell’s Navy. he is someone to be feared.

And yet, when in something more sharp than his usual form, fear is muddled between a different emotion. You suspect you can blame another particular brother for this sudden arousal at seeing Leviathan stand tall, teeth sharp and glinting under the fluorescent light of an office. His tongue peeks out and wets his lips and you aren't surprised at the forked muscle that peeks out, shining in thick saliva, split and eyes that shine with something that you’ve only seen a few times.

He calls your name and you can feel your cunt clench, arousal already seeping past your warm folds. His nostrils flare and his hands clench- you realize with a hitch of your breath that they are clawed, his usually dark painted nails are extended. “I can smell you from here.” A shiver runs through your body and bumps prick your skin. “You can leave.” You smile softly that he still gives you a choice. He is a monster filled with something sweet. 

“I don’t want to.” You step forward and can feel the slick drip to your underwear. “It’s your birthday, right?” He gives you a curt nod. “Well,” you whisper, your breath hot and mind slowly clouded over by lust, “happy birthday.”

The objects on his desk are pushed and scattered onto the floor. The metal objects clang painfully onto the ground, the papers rip and tear with just a meet of his claws and there’s a thin, clean line of where his hand waved across the desk. 

It happens so fast, so quick that you’re left bare on his desk. Your back against the cold wood, clothes scattered and you can only stare up at the demon above you. Horns spiraling into the air, taininted in something that smells like the ocean. Your legs are spread, cunt aching and pulsing as your arousal seeps past your entrance, coating you in a thin, sticky fluid. If not for the lust that fuels your body more than your mind, you would have worried that someone would walk in.

His tongue is circling around you, thick and ridged at the sides, pushing past your leaking sex, and filling you with something pronounced that makes your body go stiff. Long and slimy, you are able to feel the saliva that drips from mouth latch onto his chin, his face pressed close to your sex, nose bumping against your clitorisis, in a teasing motion. The thick muscle is deep inside of you, filling your soft, gummy walls. The slit muscle rubs against everything so well, pushing past the aching walls, touching against your cervix. You squirm, a hand grabbing at your chest, pinching a budding nipple between your fingers harshly that you wince. The other hand goes to grab at his horn, the coral-like bone that pierced through him when he fell from grace. You hold the horn tight in your hands, the scattered pieces that push outwards dig into your palm and he groans against your sex. Something wet and warm slicks at your hand and you gasp sharply, closing your lips and whimpering behind your clenched teeth. It aches and the heat that coils inside of you, the pushing mass of muscle that makes you spill in arousal and spit slides down your cunt and pools onto the desk.

You whisper his name, using the horn to pull him close to you. “Leviathan,” you hiss, your legs kicking upwards in the air in an intense aching sensation. “‘S too much,” you whine. You rub your cunt against his face, a lewd moan escaping past your lips and your lower half clenches.

He pulls his tongue out quickly and your body jumps in the air at the sudden loss of fullness. He stands tall, body slowly creeping with scales, his tail out and it’s longer than it usually is- thicker and laying heavily on the floor. His hand holds you roughly by the face, the points of his nail touching at your skin and your face is squished, the fat of your cheeks providing little comfort from the rough touch of the third eldest. Your lips are puckered and your face is burning with a release that was stolen from you.

“You’re going to take everything I give you,” he hisses, chin wet with your arousal. “Do you understand me? You’re going to be a good, little slut and spread those legs for me. I’m going to fuck you until I’m spent.” His words are becoming darker, something you rarely hear from him and he holds you tight by the face. “I’m going to fuck you, do you understand?” Your cunt throbs for him and arousal shoots to your core, wanting to have him claim what is his. “I said-” his nails dig further into you and you make a noise of pain- “do you understand?”

You nod to your best ability. “Yes, sir.” Your words are slurred together, the ‘s’ a shushing noise that makes him smile in a cruel way.

Leviathan is a shut-in but he is still the third eldest brother. He is imposing, serpent-like and pushing you down. You stare up at the ceiling, the room illuminated by bright, white light that makes you close your eyes. You can feel his hands paw at your body, grabbing and touching at your exposed skin. You shiver under his cold hands that grip at your breasts, palming at your hardened nipples. He roams your body as if he owned it, letting his touch linger and fingers play along your tender self.

Your entrance leaks with heavy arousal that slides past your folds. You can feel something hard press against your thigh, jerking in motion, the hard feeling separating and something sticky spreading itself against your thigh.

“Both?” You ask in a breathless voice, swallowing the thickness in your throat. “I- I don’t-”

“I know you can.” He leans close to your face, breath hot as he nuzzles against your neck. Your pulse speeds in pace, blood pumping in your ears. Your heart beats against your chest, echoing loudly, the pulse point in your throbbing where his lips press against you, puckered softly in a lasting kiss. “You’re going to be the good girl I know you are and you’re going to take both of them so well for me.” he pulls away and he looks down at you, lips turned into a soft smile, the innocence of it ruined by the vulgar look on his face. 

You lie on the wooden desk, lowered and pressed flat against it. He looms above you, a swarm of butterflies that flutter in your stomach in an angry storm. The heat inside of your body rises, fueled by lust and fear, the serpent rises above you, his tongue spilling out, curling at tip. It’s drenched in spit, gossamer strands that connect it between the two split ends. His hand covers your face entirely, fingers sliding into your hair and scratching at your scalp as he tugs on the hair. Your neck aches, head turned to the side, as his cocks stretch your aching holes. It’s a pain that blinds you, that makes you scream in his name in broken cry, grabbing at the arm and scratching your nails down the scaled covered limb. You whine and buck your hips and he shushes you, his tail wrapping around your throat, lifting your head and sliding underneath your neck. The tail, scaled and dry slides down your spine, curving your body into a soft arch and the comfort of the desk leaves you. You are lifted into the air, his cocks inside of you. The swirled tips pushed inside and rubbing inside of you in a spiral that makes your mouth open and have a drool pool in your mouth. 

His hands, clawed and scaled, large and heavy cradle your smaller body. Holding you above the floor as an offering to himself as he pushes himself deeper into your body. His tail tightens and the tip of it slides it’s way onto your torso, the scales kissing his bent knuckles, the tip of it sliding to your jaw and entering your mouth.

Leviathan howls in pleasure, pressed close to you, a cock inside of you jerking sporadically, until you can feel thick ropes of semen drip out of your body. The loud clicking noises that fill the room echoes in your ears. He grunts and pants, spit dripping from his mouth and onto your stretched stomach. 

“I’m gonna fill your cunt,” he breathes out, eyes drenched in hunger and want. “I’m gonna release my load into your cunt. You’re gonna be nothing more than a cumdumpster for some fucking nerd.” He laughs wildly, teeth sharp and eyes crazed. “But that’s what you want, huh?” You cunt aches and he moves so quick and determined to find his own high that you can’t do much but be used a sex toy for him. “You should see your dumb, little face-” he sticks his cock deep inside of you, the both of them erected despite one of them spilling inside of you- “all fucked out.” He breathes sharply and pushes his tail deeper into your mouth until you gag around it, tears pricking at your eyes and body going rigid.

Your sex wraps around him tightly, the two cocks in your cunt stretching your rim past what you’re used to. It aches, pleasurable and painful all at once, a kiss by the serpent himself, something that bites and digs its fangs deep into you. His touch is addictive, unholy, a wickedness that spread across you as the monster claims you as his own- as Leviathan holds onto you with hands that are unrelenting. His tail is deep in your mouth, your moans muffled by the appendage in your mouth, singing to him, only to be quieted. 

He’s unforgiving in his pace, taking his brother’s sin and using you for his own selfish desires, taking the warm, soft walls that wrap around his cock so nicely, using you as a personal toy as you arch below him, drool spilling from the corners of your mouth, and dripping past your jaw. You are a mess. You are a mess because of him, mind slipping with only pleasure and the ache in your lower stomach piling over The coils burn hot, your body aching for an inch of release given to you by the demon who holds you with large, clawed hands that scratch at your skin. He can feel your approaching release, your eyes that water and stare at the ceiling above. You are curved on him, a fallen angel that is tainted by Envy. 

Your teeth are a small pressure against his scales, nothing in comparison to what he has felt before but all in the same, it’s lovely, a pressure so welcomed, so new and loved, that, he holds you close. He slips his tail out and curls it around your body, kisses at your neck and moans your name when you’re pressed against his chest. 

Wet, gummy walls tighten around him, pulling him close and you moan his name, clawing at his skin, your nails nothing more than a simple itch as you release against him. You moan and cry, blubber his name on your tongue while you spasm around his cock, calling for him to never stop. He releases inside of you, flooding out immediately, so desperate to bite into your shoulder, but fearing the blood that will seep into his mouth and stain his being in something greater than sin. He holds you close and feels the thick cream slide out of you. 

He’s gentle when laying you back down, slipping his cocks out of your abused bunt that he stares at with growing shame. He has ruined you, corrupted you with Envy- with himself. He kisses your navel, your sex a strong scent. You lay on the desk, thick discharge spilling your core, mixed with your own sweeter one. You close your eyes, trying to will yourself to stand and collect the clothes that were torn from your body. 

You can hear a soft curse and hands dance over your body in a frantic motion, fluttering around your heated body and pushing your legs. You whimper at the touch, furrowing your brows and relaxing once you return to your original position. A warm touch replaces the empty feeling in your body and you are pulled close, leaning your forehead against a chest. You can feel your body wrapped around something warm, something scented of the ocean and summer love.

Leviathan is many things. He is a man who enjoys anime, who collects figures and any other type of merch available. He is someone who collects and loves what he does. He knows who he is. He is an otaku. He is someone who brings you to his room to lie on a worn futon that acts as a bed for when you spend the night. Leviathan is someone who cries at the climax of a show and holds you hand tight. Someone who loves to talk about his interests and hear you talk. Leviathan is sin, something so grotesque and magnificent that you can’t help but become speechless when he sits beside you. Someone with fair skin, eyes like a forming sunset that shine with something that you can’t describe. Someone with teeth so sharp that a simple press pierces through your delicate skin and lets your blood prick at your body. He is everything that should be hated, everything so beautiful and lovely that you can’t help but feel an envy when he approaches another. 

Leviathan carries you, covering you in a thick jacket, your hands clenching feebly at the shirt that he wears, now crinkled. He holds you close to him, looks ahead and refuses to meet the eyes of the ground that he’s grown so accustomed to over the past years. He holds you close in his arms, pushing you towards his chest. His hands cradle your weakened body and he stops. You look up at him through tired eyes, lids heavy with exhaustion. Above you, he looks at you with a worried face, worry biting at his lips and the light that glows behind him creates a halo around his head, the light illuminating the purple into something so much more. His lips kiss at your forehead, a confession that he will never be able to say out loud, never a true confession, but always something so close to it. Envious of all that you are able to give him and something that he cannot provide back to you, he kisses your skin. 

[thefreakishmuffin]

Rating Hunter’s outfits (so far) from TOH

Did this once going over the different outfits of Jareth from Labyrinth and I’m gonna be doing so for Hunter because... Why not??

The Golden Guard (8/10)

His first outfit honestly looks really good. I like the design, the colors, the staff, the mask, and especially that one piece of shoulder armor. It gives it a bit of an asymmetrical look and I’m kinda digging it. Not much else to say. It just looks pretty good.

Gender Envy (7/10)

It’s a pretty good design and one of the big reasons I’m ranking it so high is because this is when we first get to see his awesome hairstyle and I am loving the blue and gold color scheme/contrast! Not to mention complimented by the red eyes? *chefs kiss* This triadic color scheme is bomb. the reason it’s only at a seven though? That vest looks way too uncomfortable to me. 

A ‘Bad but sad boy’ (3/10)

Let’s be honest with ourselves here. This bland, boring outfit isn’t doing our boy any favors. He looks fine here, but certainly not like the golden boy he is. Even Flapjack can’t seem to believe the fashion disaster he’s seeing. With all the gray and black it looks like he’s dressed for a funeral... Oh wait...

What a child solider right here... (9/10)

This is just another version of his Golden Guard uniform that is also missing the cape. He looks really good with the tunic just slightly more fitted and with the dark black pants and alternate collar to his shirt. He looks very princely here. And not the ‘I’m gonna sit in a castle all day’ kinda of princely, but a, ‘I am going to go out and fight a battle’ kind of princely. You go king! Or prince, I guess.

Feels like a full on Hexside AU here ngl  (5/10)

The outfit is a very standard Hexside uniform, but that doesn’t mean it looks bad. It looks very much like a few of the AUs I’ve seen out there where Hunter is a Hexside student. Won’t lie, as someone who can’t use magic naturally, the potion track would suit him quite well.

A fun episode for Hunter before he is irreversibly traumatized for life by Hollow Mind (6/10)

JUST LET HIM HAVE FUN DANGIT LET HIM HAVE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But aside from that, he looks okay. But that smile he’s wearing makes it all the more wonderful. 

Homeless Hunter (1/10)

I know he’s wearing this outfit because he’s hiding out at the school to escape Belos but... LOOK AT HOW THEY HAVE MASSACRED OUR BOY!!!!!!!!! Even Gus is judging him here!!!!!!!

Rebel Hunter (10/10)

What can I say about this outfit that hasn’t been said already? He looks amazing! He straight up looks like someone right out of the pages of an young adult adventure/fantasy story you’d find in your local library, and he is rocking it. And I won’t lie, I am a sucker for boots and the sideways belt with a little bag on the side. He looks like an anti-hero getting ready to take on evil and kick his uncle in the face!!

Grom AU Brown Suit (0/10) and Black Suit (11/10)

(Art by Dana Terrace)

Alright, I won’t even comment on the brown suit because that’ll take me all day. But the black suit? PERFECTION INCARNATE!!!! Our boy is slaying in those threads and I sincerely want another dance episode where we finally get to see him rocking this outfit in animation.

Let me know if I should do this for other characters!

[simeonisalesbian]

Hi! Sooo, I got this idea and thought it would be really cool if there was a headcannon for a female MC coming out as lesbian. I could picture Mammon finding a potion somewhere to turn himself into a woman and then the other brothers start doing it too. Lucifer would just shake his head at the brothers dissaprovingly but inside he wants to as well.

My gay ass loves this ask anon. The only thing better than demon boys is demon girls❤🧡💛💚💙💜(Also its really fuckin funny to me that all of them would drink the magic woman juice lmaooo)

Lucifer:

Very happy that Mc was comfortable enough to come out to them.

Is of course the last to take the potion and you don't even notice until you're called to his office later

Hey female Lucifer gives off big Lady Dimitrescu I think (so mark me down as scared and horny)

" You know it is your fault we are all like this Mc. I think a punishment for causing all this chaos is in order, no?"

Mammon:

WHATDOYOUMEANYOUONLYLIKEGIRLS!???? Er I mean that great human good for you….

He is very distressed now that he realizes you don't like him.

Then he remembered that they are literally demons so fuck it.

Bam potion magic stuff woman time babeyyyy

"MC! LOOKIT! I'M YOU'RE FIRST WOMAN NOW! Just know that I totally didn't do this to get closer to ya or anything!"

Leviathan:

You like girls? That's so poggers.

Didn't have high hopes you'd like an stink otaku like him anyway honestly

But then he saw Mammon changed in order to get closer to you

🌟Envy mode activate 🌟

"Mc look I'm a girl too now! I-er not that you have to -to date me or anything. It just wasn't fair that the others would be closer to you now."

Satan:

Has already pulled out a list of wlw books to recommend for you.

He is one of the last to drink the potion. Still drank it quite a bit before Lucifer though.

It’s not that he didn’t want to he just prefers to walk on the side of caution before jumping into a situation

There is a pussy joke to be made here I just know it.

Asmodeus:

Bold of you to assume Asmo has any attachments to gender or sex binary.

Hell the potion was probably his mammon just stole it first

The avatar of lust has had sex in all the genders and that's a fact

"OOO MC~! Don't I make the prettiest girl? You don't have to answer, I already know I am. I'm just your type too, right?"

Beelzebub:

Is very happy you were comfortable enough to come out and gave you a bag of rainbow candies he had on hand

His mood did a full 180 when he noticed his siblings changing to be closer with you

He wants to shoot his shot too :(

I- my brain is short-circuiting now cus I'm pictures a female beel and strong tall lady just abskbdbshsnshdjskks

Belphegor:

just kinda nods and goes back to sleep.. You're not even certain he heard you.

That is until he drinks the potion too. Belphie doesn't just follow his brothers blindly after all.

"You really thought I'd let the others have you all for themselves Mc? Don't be so stupid and come cuddle."

Tiddy pillow tiddy pillow tiddy pillow. I'm not even sure if I mean belphie laying on MC's chest or vice versa I just know I want it.

[featherfur]

I got questions about the daemon au— starting with names and what everyone’s daemon looks like? JC is a wolf, would WWX would be scare of them because is just an even scarier dog? Would that also play a part on JC self hatred?

You’ve unlocked something I can talk about forever. Please feel free to send in more questions because uh… this got long

Okay so:

Honestly, I like roasting Jiang Cheng so his daemon’s name is Camellia kinda like his dogs were named Jasmine, Princess, and Love. (Technically his parents would have named her but Zidian is literally just “purple lightning” so maybe his mom is also bad at names, just go with it) he gets to live with his bad name choices forever.

Wei Wuxian settles as a raven while young, something considered to be impressive and a sign of his intelligence, and his demon is Wei Liao, often called Liaoliao (meaning letting go, since Wuxian means to have no envies I thought it worked well). When he comes back as Mo Xuanyu, she’s in the form of his demon a crow (both for intelligence and the canon fact that they looked almost identical) but as WWX adjusts to the body she will slowly start to get bigger and take on more Raven like features but will never return to her original form due to soul damage.

Lan Wangji is a white stag, also named Wangji because any kid that names his guqin after himself should live his life reminded of it. (Also because I think it’s funny tho I am open to new names I just like roasting my favorite characters) given to him because Stags want to do two things: fuck shit up and fuck. Lan Wangji also wants to do those things.

Lan Xichen is a white doe, kind of running with the Twin Jades bit but he fits more into society (most daemons are opposite gender of their humans) then Wangji. Which on both a meta and literal way is fun for me and boi could I go into that. Currently unamed.

Nie Huaisang is a house cat, I’m thinking a very fluffy Maine Coon. Because he is very pampered and gives off a very tame aura, most people look at house cats and think about how cute and fluffy they are. They don’t really realize that cats are amongst the best hunters and utterly destructive to native environments and shouldn’t be outside without supervision because they destroy ecosystems. I thought it fit well with him, I think he started as a smaller long haired domestic and with Nie Mingjue’s death she started a steady shift into a bigger actual breed and very few noticed and the ones who did chalked it up to Nie Huaisang’s grief. Rather than his decision to fuck up the native ecosystem, ie the cultivation world.

Onto JC and his wolf problems below

I wrote a bit of meta before on my drawing’s post but essentially: Family is such a majorly important thing to Jiang Cheng that despite his daemon originally being intended to be a dog/canine of some type she instinctively shifted away from that even if it was painful.

Technically daemons do settle in the books at around 13-14 but while that’s when you hit puberty, at that point you are still very much who your parents raised you to be rather than who you will be, which is why personalities tend to differ so much between 10yr olds and their 17yr old counterpart. Personally I think they’re more likely to settle at around 17-20.

Jiang Cheng settles as a Harris’s Hawk during the war, whereas Wei Wuxian had settled earlier at Cloud Recesses. Harris’s Hawks are the only bird of prey to live in groups and be social animals, while they’re okay hunters on their own they’re much better with a team and do well for themselves. (I thought it was a good match of how JC isn’t as strong as WWX but it’s because his strengths lie in teamwork and leadership rather than genius and power)

He remains a Harris’s Hawk for a while but when Yanli dies the shock, pain, and hatred that he feels is enough to shift him and in my own words “marked the shift of ‘I will break you if you stand in my way’ from Jiang Cheng who was nervous and flustered easily like a bird to a ground predator ready to bare fangs quickly but still respectful of other ‘predators’ I.e. other sect leaders. Also brings forth the more feral nature Jiang Cheng gives into in order to protect his family.”

When Wei Wuxian returns he and Liao are ABSOLUTELY terrified of Camellia, and JC knows it. There’s no Fairy here, it’s just Camellia in the same room shouting at WWX the same questions her human is and snapping at him for all his shit. She doesn’t even have to growl, just yelling is enough to terrify him.

It causes major issues post canon when they start to reach out to each other again, WWX and Liao can’t stand to be near her so a lot of his and JC’s reunions are with Camellia… not there. Which means JC is splitting himself in half just for his brother to look at him, just to have a chance at his brother’s new life.

WWX hates it as much as JC does but no matter what he does he can’t squash the fear.

As for how does JC take it, well, I think this prior post answers it:

https://featherfur.tumblr.com/post/661884147721175040/personally-i-see-jiang-cheng-as-some-sort-of-cat

Or this one

https://featherfur.tumblr.com/post/670223241450782720/this-is-a-little-dark-but-man-the-idea-of-a-daemon

He absolutely LOATHES himself, to the point of lashing out at Camellia and she lashes out in turn. There’s a lot of blood spilled from each other over the first few months, hatred mixing with the love they’ve always had for each other. You don’t grow up hating your demon, your partner, you love them because they aren’t you as much as they are.

So it mixes and it gets violent because they can’t take their anger out on anyone else, everyone else is dead, and Jiang Cheng is happy that Wei Wuxian is dead!

But he isn’t! And Camellia knows it! But she also knows she’s the embodiment of protecting their home from Wei Wuxian.

But Jiang Cheng made a promise! He would never break it, he’ll always protect his brother from the thing he fears most, and yet here she stands as his soul and he hates her.

And he loves her.

Camellia is protection to the sect, love and affection JC feels towards them. She’s the embodiment of who he should have been, the protecter, the guardian of his home. She is a Wolf and Yunmeng Jiang Sect sees her and sees a promise to protect them. Everything Jiang Cheng stands for, everything that he is proud to be. Everything he strives to ensure is known by his disciples.

Jiang Cheng sees her and sees a broken promise to his brother, his best friend.

He hates her.

She hates him.

He loves her.

She loves him.