#im SICK of making normal avatars

[the-passer-outer]

getting so pissed off ppl on roblox are so uncreative guys we need more items for magnabots plus just the style of some of that stuff needs to be brought over to normal avatars

[melrosing]

im glad chappell roan has told ppl to fuck off lol like im sick of watching this cycle where people commodify artists and deify them and then denounce them and destroy them. can you people not just have a normal fucking relationship with art. artist makes the thing you like, you consume the art. consume it with friends! consume it a thousand times over! memorise every word of it start a blog about it tattoo it on your goddamn body! but you aren't entitled to the artist themselves! they are not your special interest, they are not your political avatar, they are not your best friend, they are just some rando and so are you, and that's fine. empowering even. stop worrying about what taylor swift's favourite breakfast cereal is and think about yours

[potato-lord-but-not]

had the thought that it might be the spiral, although idk how id make sense of that theory in the first ask besides for the fact that maybe it keeps asking how to do things as a human would because it forgot how to be human? idk like yk that one episode where the spiral avatar explained that it just became less human in a way, maybe the whole “how would you tie your shoes? in the perfectly normal human way?” is it showing its not human or doesnt know how to atleast not anymore. in the second ask it gave a puzzle, and it deciphered into “you are close” maybe that means its not the stranger, the flesh, or the corruption. also might i add, puzzles? puzzles are something that are meant to be tricky, meant to confuse you, what does the spiral do? confuse you. im not going to run over the third one for how it could be the spiral besides for again, puzzles. a little sick and i cant think thaat hard rn tbh. for the fourth one it says, “i am not them, for i am an it” another sign that it doesnt have a sense of an identity, what does that remind you of? again it could be saying theyre not they meaning its not multiple things trying to be one like the corruption. anyways just a silly thought i randomly had while drawing gay men. dont shame me too much if im wrong 😞

Honestly kinda vibe with this idea !!! although I think the fourth ask in question was a different person ?? idk that gets confusing sometimes.

[whitegirljoshuamacheath]

okay so martin. martin blackwood. you know how jon feels about him season 1, at least. he thinks martin doesnt belong, that hes incompetent. now i dont agree with jon, but--

martin lied when he originally applied to the institute. he was young and needed to take care of his sick mother, so he said he had a degree in parapsychology and got a job working in the library. later, after years of working in the library, elias moved him to the archive when jon was promoted to archivist. im gonna split this into seasons

season 1- intro to . basically everything. jon warming up to martin starts slightly in i believe mag 22 when martin comes back from being "sick", ie trapped in his flat by jane prentiss for two weeks. they bond a bit during the big worm attack on the archive in 39 with jon opening up about why hes such a big sceptic and jon, for a brief moment, thinking martin is a ghost because of a comment he makes about feeling stuck in the web of the archive, like he cant leave. martin makes fun of him for it for a moment but it really does foreshadow both the involvement of the web in the story and the fact that the archive employees really cant leave. anyway, martin gets lost in the tunnels during the finale and finds gertrudes corpse!

season 2- jons paranoia spiral! martin is one of jons suspects for gertrudes murder bc hes going a little coocoo bananas rn and martin is being NICE to him so it must mean hes trying to KILL HIM. made a million times worse by jon finding a note martin wrote saying something along the line of "if the others find out im lying"- which jon believes is about the murder but it is revealed that it is about him lying on his cv which i already told you about. and even though the entities arent like. known. yet. this helps to tie martin a bit more to one of his multiple entity connections! ill get into those later

season 3- mostly will focus on the later bits bc theyre the most interesting, also because jon is on his world kidnapping tour rn so i cant jmart it up. so, the unknowing. all you gotta know rn is that its a big scary ritual that they gotta stop. martin and melanie stay back at the institute to distract elias and holyyy fuck its like. insnae. martin is burning statements to get his attention and because of it, elias turns his freaky fucking eye powers on martin and tells him that his mom, who i believed either recently passed or will pass like. really soon. hates him and always has because he looks like his father who left them.

season.4. jons in a coma, all but braindead and elias is in prison bc he admitted to multiple murders at the end of the last season. so the institute is now run by peter lukas, avatar of the lonely. normally id explain a bit more about an entity when i bring it up but. its sorta in the name. peter makes martin his personal assistant, and like. basically grooms him into the lonely. then at the end of the season theres this wholeeee thing but to make a super long story short, martin actually gets trapped in the lonely (fog pocket dimension), and jon pulls him out and then they go live happily ever after in daisys safehouse in scotland

season 5- martin sees some good cows and thats it

thats. it.

okay sorry. yeah jon ends the world whoops ! the girls (jmart) go travel to the institute across the domains, fucked up little fear factories, and in one of em, they encounter not!sasha, the thing that killed sasha, the first archival assistant to die. she mocks sasha and martin, and jon finds out he can fucking kill things with his eyeball powers now. so he kills it. martin wants to kill more things. and by things i mean oliver banks, who helped jon get out of his coma and become a full blown avatar. because martin is jealous. god i love him. okay forgive me i do get fuzzy abt plot details in mid-late season 5, but they keep getting calls from annabelle cane, web avatar (spiders+manipulation) throughout the season, and eventually martin gets kidnapped by her. martin has always had ties to the web, actually. the web, the lonely, and a bit of the eye through his work at the institute.

okay now to the fun bit

to get the world back to 'normal', the eye cannot have a pupil. currently, the pupil is elias. jon, martin, and now melanie, georgie, and basira, decide that the girls (actually the women this time) are going to set the institute on fire while martin kills elias, because if jon does it, he'll become the pupil. jon had offered that at first, saying that if he was the pupil he could lessen the harm being done, big metaphor for the idea that a good person in power can fix a corrupt system imo even tho the system itself exists to corrupt ANYWAY. jons an impulsive fuck and kills elias before anyone can get up to stop him. martin, then, has to stab his lover through the heart as the building they're in collapses around them to save the world, either dooming them to death or the possibility of being sent Somewhere Else (<-the latter being a huge trope in tma post canon fics. love em tho)

they never find any bodies. which is good, bc if they were still there and somehow still alive, at least jon and probably martin would be beaten to death by crowds of people who had just been traumatized for weeks, though it felt like much longer to almost everyone. again, personal hell dimensions

!!??!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!? /positive. what a fucking guy??? hello??? thats so neatt,,,,, fog pocket dimesionnn,,,,,

[raevenlywrites]

Todays Archive Dive starts with ep 88: Dig, and goes through 89: Twice as Bright, 90: Body Builder 91: The Coming Storm, and 92: Nothing Beside Remains

Dig

Basira!

Oh no, I hate that shes all sus of Jon again Poor martin doesnt think he did it, sweet loyal boy

Oooh what is this discretion business about? Is Daisy gonna kill Jon????

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Oh boy, another leitner book

...is Down related to Vast?

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oh shit the caliope!

Twice As Bright

oh fuck an avatar! This oughta be good

no more questions? shes big mad

compell, oh thats interesting

jon:

jude perry:

...her story is actually surprisingly boring to me. Its so...echo chambering? mastrubaroty? idk. im just so fucking bored of listening to this fucker bloviate about how amazing flames are and how delicious suffering is and how much better this god is than any other god- ah, that's what it is. This avatar is like the most insufferable, self righteousness, asshole Christian. Not all Christians, obvs, but this particular type? fucking sucks. makes me disengage and debate skipping the ep. But im hoping for more world building/answers. the actress is reading it well though

"Feed it or it will feed on you" ooooh alright then

Michael! Oh not that Michael the other Michael. Alright then! Onwards and deeper in

Oh Jon dont do it-- too late :/

Body Builder

Aww poor Tim

Oh no. If he got sick, will Jon be okay out in the world?

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Mm, good ol body horror, yuck

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I love Martins style of recording. Id watch a whole ghost hunting show with him

Coming Storm

Oh hey, hes just a normal gu-- nevermind (also the sound fx game in this show is insane)

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Boo yay, Daisy found him :/

Yay Yay Basira!

Yeah! Go get Elias! Compell his ass!!!

Nothing Beside Remains

Elias you sneaking bastard!

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...i wonder why this statement...

oh, bc Elias is an enormous creep. right

"tingly". alright then

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Holy shit what?! we cant kill elias!? but he needs it so badly

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Well. Youve been officially Called, Jon. Time to truly start your quest

[undercoverpan]

Ok humans magic au goooooo

I don't wanna do elemental magic since there's already an avatar avatar au and it's absolutely lovely

I don't really wanna do a harry potter au because 1. Already done and 2. Hate that goddamn woman sm

But unfortunately that's all i got. Im so sorry

So ill just be making things up w very few rules and whatever

So magic. Everyone can do it. It's everything, from water to electricity to light to dark.

There's no escaping the mystical forces.

Im being basic and deciding that there are 3 levels of ppl who do magic: lower, middle and upper mages.

How do you level up? Its easy!

You die.

You straight up pass away.

Yeahhhhh death plays a very big role in this magic au. Inspired by the na'vi a lil bit here. Death is their rebirth. With every death, there is a new beginning. There is no escaping death, the same way there is no escaping life nor magic. There's no guarantee that you will be reborn after death as a more powerful being, but if you want more power, then that's just a risk you have to take.

Your death needs to have meaning. You can't just get hit by a car and come back as a middle water mage or smth.

After the first death, you're noticeably less human than before. You typically gain animalistic features–, fangs, horns, feathers, talons, scales etc.

Using this to make my human avatar ocs look actually cool. Sick of camo fr 

Yes they dress weird. They go absolutely bonkers with their fits. Practicality is an option when magic is involved.

Now moving on to the Sullys, recoms n RDA.

Jake wasn't really a mage, but thanks to him sorta rebirthing as a na'vi, he's a middle mage. I'm thinking earth–he's strong, constant, reliable, like dirt. This means that he gets the animal traaaaaaaits!!!

He might have lion-like attributes, crom him being a father trying his best. This means having a bit of a mane, bigger teeth, eyes w slits.

He can control the earth around him just fine. Need to bridge a gap? Just move some dirt. Think of anime, he can do the spikes from the ground thing, blah blah blah

He controls minerals too. This means he gives his family the most beautiful rocks in existence.

He uses it to form quick shelters from the earth to protect others during raids. He burrows into the ground and forms tunnels so they can move undetected and safely move the wounded

He'll use mud and dirt as puppets, making little shows for all the kids. They love it sm, they adore seeing the mini direhorses and ikrans he makes and the stories he tells. The only person who succeeds past his storytelling prowess is Mo'at.

Now onto his kiddos, Lo'ak:

Hasn't done his iknimaya yet, so not yet reborn.

He's showing early signs of magic tho. 

He heals a bit quicker than normal, so that's exciting. 

Kiri;

I dont think shes been reborn yet, but magic eywa Kiri bb

Like her mom, she controls plant life. She doesn't even need to connect to a plant in order for it to do anything for her.

She senses life all around and inside her

I think she can hardly wait until she manages to be reborn. Its her chance to be closer to Grace.

Will do the others soon. Maybe. Its nap time tho so dont count on it.

[siunytoons]

I SAW SOMEBODY DO THIS

so its like how ppl think they'd b aligned w fears as an avatar? girl idk I just wanna do it cuz boredemmm

Eye: ermm I dunno. I'm a little slow w observing stuff sometimes and I don't rlly care when people watch me. lwk indifferent to this one cuz I'm not that much of a curious person. so not that compatible I don't think! whoopsie daisies

spiral: hmmm. I'm like super sane. sometimes I'm disorganized sometimes I'm not, but that's not super relevant. I'm not afraid I'm going like, cray or anything. I'm just kinda there tbh. prolly not aligned!

The flesh: hrmm. maybe. like, I don't hate how I look, personally I think I'm pretty, but sometimes I wanna just reshape myself. but like, not obsessively. so also prolly not aligned

the lonely: honestly? yeah tbh. I've got friends and crap but I tend to be isolating myself. not like, on purpose or anything, but it just kinda happens. I gotta fight to actually be noticed occasionally and it TOTALLY sucks. maybe aligned!

the slaughter: nope. I'm the least violent person I know

hunt: also no. super spooked by being chased and chasing people. it makes me nervous and I don't think I'd be aligned well.

the stranger: hey queens! also not aligned. wow, I am on a nonaligned combo here. call me the average joe cuz I am powering through this! I never ever really felt like I wasn't quite human or a stranger to anyone. I'm like, friendly and nice and not super into blending into a crowd too much

web: err, no. maybe when I was like younger cuz like, I'd cry to get out of trouble. but what kid didn't do that. Im a control freak sometimes, but that was all kinda in the past tbh. I'm a way better person now and honestly Im proud. non aligned! (I hope)

dark: nope. sunlight's just better. sorry queens

end: girl if ur not afraid of dying I'm afraid of u sorry! (jk). Srsly though. DEF not aligned

desolation; NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT. whoever finds it fun to destroy things that make others happy? U make me SICK. def not aligned. love siun!

corupptionnnn: wow I just realized I snatched the "the" outta the fears after a bit. whoops! anyway, Im kinda indifferent to sickness and bugs. like, bees are my OPP. but I know they're natural and I share the world with them so like, why let it control me y'know? as for diseases, its whatever. I mean, it totally sucks ot get them, but also natural. non aligned!

buried: EW. DISGUSTING. NO. I absolutely HATE confined spaces. If I was ever an avatar of this I would DIE.

the vast: actually, maybe. this is the one I kinda lean towards mostly cuz like I'm always kinda head in the clouds lost in the sauce and all that jazz. I need an intervention for my constant spacing out. so like, probably my top one as of now. Plys, oceans and skies are kinda cool tbh. ESPECIALLY THE OCEAN. a little scary, but the beach oh em geeee. ily ocean <3

the extinction: who wants this. like genuinely. everyone hates this fear. KILL THIS FEAR. human life is NOT being eradicated. I love being alive

YURRT FINISHED!!!! What I've concluded is that I am a very normal person. thank you for listening to my tedtalk

[legokisser]

imagine if you were like a relatively normal rabbit guy living in like cartoon animals delaware or something and one day you receive a vision in your sleep from an unfathomable ancient God of chaos and destruction and rage and hes like Hey whats up. sooo im trying to choose someone to be basically my avatar in the mortal world and spread devastation and fire and death across the world and well you're the lucky guy. so like just agree and i'll basically channel my fucked up dragon energy into your puny physical form and make you a horrible unstoppable beast and you can basically fuck shit up everywhere forever. it'll be a blast i promise ive looked into youre dreams i know youre the kind of spite filled bastard who would be into that.

and youre like hmmm that sounds a little Problematic but also you have no friends and hate your job and hate your life and the world so basically why should you care. so you take the deal and for a few hundred years you run around with your cool new lizard satan power sowing distrust in the masses with your trickery and burning down buildings and eating farm animals whole while nobody's looking. and the more you destroy the more the hatred and fear you kick up amplifies your connection with your god powers, widening the scale of your rampage until there are no more cities left to raze, no more kings left to devour, any remnants of civilization are few and far between, and they all know to fear you.

so your god rolls up again like Heyyy you're doing a great job man im giving you a gift. take the power of my claws and tear through reality. go find other universes full of worthless squishy mortals to terrorize.

so youre like Okay cool sure sounds like the reasonable next step here. so you do that, ripping massive holes through reality and destroying everything that dares to exist within your reach. and you do this for what starts to feel like an eternity, endless violence spread across countless worlds, it all starts to blur together.

it gets fucking BORING so you kinda start slacking off, changing your form to enjoy the simple pleasures of mortal life without the stress of actually being one of them, but then homeboy dragon god comes back and is like Hey dude hold on. you can't do that we had a deal. i grant you my power. and you fuck shit up for all eternity right? you cant be doing this pussy shit with my power that's not what it's for.

and youre like well im sick of the destruction and the fire and the screaming it's all the same. it never surprises me anymore. can't i have a break every once in a while? and he's like FUCK no absolutely not. i made a mistake granting my power to you I'm cutting you off. you can keep what you already have but im not giving you any more and you can't have the boon of my dimension-rending claws anymore either. have fun with your smelly little mortals IDIOT! and he disappears.

and for a while you can kinda do whatever, fuck that guy, what does he know? as long as you keep causing mayhem every once in a while you can maintain your power. but eventually your antics get you in hot water with a particularly powerful empire, and they have particularly powerful mages, and they devise a magical trap to contain your power and seal you away for a thousand years. so you end up bound to a pair of enchanted golden bands locked in a chest in an ancient temple for like, wayyy too fucking long. not fun. not cool. big fucking bummer honestly.

once you're finally released, the first thing you see is this weird really tall ripped bird guy with sunglasses. and you naturally expect him to cower or whatever but he doesn't seem to know who you are at all, and he's confused why a bunny man with horns and claws and a tail came out of these weird bands he found while exploring the forest but he's, like, really nice to you and introduces himself as the bodyguard of the unikingdom.

you don't know what the fuck a unikingdom is but you're hesitant to tell a royal guard about your past, especially in your current weakened state, so you kinda just skirt around the issue and say you don't remember anything. so he offers to show you around and shit and you're learning about all the new things that have been invented in the past millennium and it's pretty cool you guess but that little lie sits like a pit in your stomach. it is your nature, your destiny to destroy it all, but hes so nice. no one has ever been this nice to you in your life.

and he introduces you to his friends and they're all really nice too and it just makes you feel even worse because you're getting attached now, but it's only a matter of time until you're forced to face the truth. the truth of who you are, who you have always been for as long as you can recall, a monster. why couldn't some jerk have freed you so you could just backstab them and regain your power? why did it have to be this guy? why is he so pretty what who said that

[olivedoesmagic]

Journal 103: wrapping up book 1

It was nice while it lasted. Being a doll a toy a rushusaha. And truly this suti still belongs to her and others who have taken me on. But I’m stitched back together again. Which means olive is no longer a student of mine. She is once again me and my own person. God that was an adventure. I wish i had written more of it down.

So I’ve been learning nuclear phyhics high ranking math through magickal systems and proving it on youtube form carbon dating cassette tapes, to recykclables and the sky, i now have a playlist on youtube of all my time travel escapades even down to books on target. And dollar bills. I have alot of evidence ive time traveled now and even caught alternate reality music on tape. Im not giving out my youtube channel though,. Its underground and would prove im olive brimstone.

It turns out i have facial dymorphsm. A dissorder where like a cat my face imprints on wats around me and well known preferences of the time. And morphs into what is liked and  beloved. Im also as a result of extreme reality sickness and ritual elleberate ellebereate ritual temporarily schizophrenia, and i dont mind. It made me a nuclear physhist, and cia agent but god was it alot of work. Also im banging slender man. I love him.

Im more so focused on time travel these days then reality shifting. ANd I think this for good reason. But the following before I leave this book closed are rituals, to manifest MMD music videos of your life, regular music vidoes, and a fictional story based off it. Its also designed so you dont have to work for it. But be warned you get nothing of payment in tese rituals but being known. As a fictional character. OK? OK.

So for teh fictional story write a bullet point outline and make a power point on the coolest adventure youve done. Then do 3 hexegrams, a sentence in the center, a circle, and stars and at the end leave an anime avatar and requests regarding your trope. Promise in your name to FICTONA that you wont pruse harms way towards the creatives and promise CREATA your likeness and you;ll never stop being written about. Carve your name in blood on the printed out power point and bury it at a crossroads or a grave. Even that of an animal to benign.

To get a normal music video slightly edit the mmd royal minortally.

Get in an environment and place yourself in an outfit or a green jumpsuit. Then tape yourself singing to music and being creative while daydreaming heavily what you wish to do. Then carve draw in chalk spray paint or draw in dirt three triangles towards where you did the center piece then towards its outskirts for the final stage a circle in spray painted blue. You can also use bedsheets to mark it. Then select an aniamteor off a list of imaginary quota and sesal it with a kiss imagininag a red line to a letter and you will be animated.

Welps gotta blast!

-Olive Brimstone

Journal 103: wrapping up book 1

[poetichibiscus]

SCREAMSSSSSSSS you have no idea how up my alley this is im literally filling out this post from EPCOT as we speak 💀💀💀 thank you so much for tagging me!!!!

rope drop or park close

both are very hectic and not really worth the trouble imho, but if I had to choose one I’d choose park close bc you get to see the nighttime spectacular and the pretty lights :0

hollywood studios or mgm

hot take but hollywood studios only bc i never went to mgm growing up so i don’t really remember anything other than hollywood studios

pirates of the caribbean or living with the land

whoever is making me choose between these two is sick and fucking twisted 😪 but pirates of the caribbean bc there’s more show scenes and animatronics, and those are my fav parts of any dark ride

avatar flight of passage or na'vi river journey

AVATAR FLIGHT OF PASSAGE!!!!!! YOU GET TO RIDE AN IKRAN??? YOU CAN LITERALLY FEEL IT BREATHING AGAINST YOUR LEGS????? C’MON NOW.

spooky decor or holiday decor

holiday decor bc it reminds me of, like, going with my mom as a kid 😭

mickey pretzels or churros

churros bc the pretzels are fun but they’re so mf dry :/

tron lightcycle/run or space mountain

space mountain ;0 TRON is SUPER SICK!!! from the queue to the ride vehicle itself to that first launch!! but its ride time is incredibly short, so given the choice between the two, I’d go with space mountain

test track 1.0 or test track 2.0

eh. I couldn’t tell you the difference between the two :0 I never did test track before 2.0 so

meet olaf or meet frozone

absolutely not i never meet the characters and I have no real interest in meeting either Olaf or frozone. Maybe if Frozone was actually a guy in a superhero costume and not one of those weird fur characters, I’d be more into itz

happily ever after or luminous

happily ever after. Epcot nighttime spectaculars have nothing on magic kingdom nighttime spectaculars pls do not make me laugh.

tomorrowland or fantasyland

fantasyland!!! I love tomorrowland’s retrofuturistic aesthetic with all my heart, but fantasyland’s princess & medieval vibes just speak to me

dinoland or tom sawyer's island

DINOLAND🗣️🗣️🗣️ bob iger if you can hear me. bob iger if you’re there. save dinoland i beg

deluxe resorts or budget resorts

ive never been to a deluxe resort so. the budget resorts are okay but they’re also expensive by normal standards so idk this one’s a wash.

world showcase or main street usa

I’d take romanticized 1900s Americana architecture over bastardized exoticism any day

moana journey of water or kali river rapids

Journey of Water Inspired by Moana bc I don’t like water rides and I love edutainment

millennium falcon smugglers run or star tours

Don’t make me laugh. Star Tours.

quick service or dine-in

im a quick service girlie :0 less expensive and you still get to sit and take a breather

splash mountain or tiana's bayou adventure

Tiana’s Bayou Adventure :0 I think I prefer the briar patch, country clay aesthetics of Splash Mountain, but I like the storyline for Tiana’s Bayou Adventure way more. I might be biased bc the last time I went on Splash Mountain I was like 12 and very scared, but I kinda think hyping the drop up as a really fun & exciting thrill as opposed to a really spooky and scary thrill made it more fun for me :0 I don’t like big drops lmao

meet mickey and minnie (dak) or meet mickey and minnie (dhs)

again I don’t love meeting the fur characters but animal kingdom is my fav part ever so probably dak

THANK U SO MUCH FOR TAGGING ME ❤️❤️❤️ (also idk where ur blog went whether u deactivated or changed your url ive been off of tumblr for a minute so idk :((( but wherever you’ve gone I MISS U!!!!)

Walt Disney World Would You Rather - Tag Game

rope drop or park close • hollywood studios or mgm • pirates of the caribbean or living with the land • avatar flight of passage or na'vi river journey • spooky decor or holiday decor • mickey pretzels or churros • tron lightcycle/run or space mountain • test track 1.0 or test track 2.0 • meet olaf or meet frozone • happily ever after or luminous • tomorrowland or fantasyland • dinoland or tom sawyer's island • deluxe resorts or budget resorts • world showcase or main street usa • moana journey of water or kali river rapids • millennium falcon smugglers run or star tours • quick service or dine-in • splash mountain or tiana's bayou adventure • meet mickey and minnie (dak) or meet mickey and minnie (dhs)

No pressure tags: @biromantic-barbie @summerchick13 @toystorymaniac22 @powerofthefirstorder @disney-marvel-starwars-blog @bb8-boppity-boo and anyone else who wants to participate :).

[quibllyfish]

mammon request bc i need them too 😭 going on cute lil dates with him (he insists he pays for everything, even if u touch a piece of clothing at the store it’s urs) just some v cute shit :))

꒰﹒🌐﹕Obey Me Mammon x Gn!Reader dating hcs. . . !

﹕lots and lots of fluff and pampering (with a small amount of shenanigans)

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა：❝—Hi again! I really hope this turned okay- Im not completely used to writing fics yet! I love love LOVE mammon though he’s my meow meow. Thank you so much for the detailed ask!! (I did not proofread at all btw so sorry) ꒱ . . ♡

-mammon, even though he’s the avatar of greed, is the most attentive boyfriend you could ever ask for. he absolutely adores you—cherishes you, and he’s not exactly sure how to guarantee that you’ll feel the same way about him. in fact, he’s not really even sure how to convey the depth of what he feels for you!! he’s never been good at the whole genuine relationship thing… 

-but he knows exactly what makes him feel loved!! mammon’s top love languages are without a doubt gift giving and acts of service; considering his nature, its reasonable that favors and presents are what he thrives off of. if those things make the great mammon feel special, then surely they’ll make you feel super duper great!!!

-one form of him showing this to you is dates—and not just normal dates. he’ll go to any length in order to make an occasion remarkable for you. 

-you like the outdoors? all of the sudden he’s bought a lavish cabin in the most whimsical, fairytale-esque forest in the devildom to whisk you off to. he’ll even beg satan to help him read up on the local flora and fauna so he can look ‘waayyyy cool and educated on plants and stuff’ for his favorite human!! be weary though, because if you two end up stumbling upon some kind of wolf or bear you wont be able to stop him from getting into a brawl with it ‘to protect you’. (inevitably you’ll end up back at the cabin having to patch up his wounds while he haughtily argues that he could’ve handled it if you hadn't gotten in between the two of them)

-you mention you got a stain on your favorite shirt? mammon is on it! next thing you know you’re being piled into a sports car and driven to a massive mall. every article of clothing you stop to look at is yours (even if he quips in that you have to say ‘pretty please, mammon?’ for him to buy you something—it’s only a bluff). if you try on clothes for him he’ll get soo so flustered—asmo’s right, you are really cute… grahhh!!! why does asmodeus get to think about you like that? you wouldn’t do this for him, right? mammon completely forgets his train of thought when you pull him into a tight hug and thank him for the gifts. 

-the first time you two have a ‘casual’ date is surprisingly fulfilling for him. you had had a really bad week. your classes were overwhelming you, you were low on sleep, and to make matters worse, when you were trying to get water your glass slipped out of your hands and shattered. mammon had been nearby—his head whipped around to meet the sound of you yelping. just as he was about to go on about how humans are way too clumsy, not like demons, he noticed tears welling up in your eyes…

-why did he feel sick to his stomach all of the sudden? it was as if alarm bells started going off in his head, ears buzzing as his throat tensed. mammon rushed towards you, disregarding the glass as he scooped you into his arms; pressing kisses onto your head as he uttered on about how you're okay and its just a stupid glass! he can buy a million way cooler glasses for you! he was about to offer to take you shopping for them before you wrapped your arms around him and asked him to stay in your room and keep you company for the night.

-of course, he obliged. he could totally, totally do that! even if his face was bright red at the thought of it. you both spent the night snuggling, tickle fighting, watching movies; most importantly, you two talked. a lot. about anything and everything under the sun. it was so easy to talk to you. this feeling was so unfamiliar—unlike other people, when you talked, you didn't make him feel like a let down. every word out of his mouth was met with a friendly response, banter, smiling. not once did you meet him with disdain or condescension. you looked at him like he was your entire world… 

-as the both of you fell asleep that night, mammon held you close to his chest. he could’ve sworn that, just for a second, he couldn’t want anything more than what he had right now.

[amor-immortalem]

Everything Undesired chapter 4

Chapter 3

Warning: mention of torture? Light victim blaming, Lucifer, Satan, and Beel commit murder.

“I see,” Diavolo had a contemplative look on his face. The demon lord, often seen with a jovial, bright smile plastered upon his face, now had replaced it with a more serious look as Lucifer explained just what had happened to his brother. “And you’re positive this is what happened to Mammon?”

“Asmo is certain enough that he would stake his title as Avatar of Lust on it.” Satan spoke up.

“I see, if that’s the case then I will permit you up to the human world to pay these women a visit. Make sure they suffer, all three of you.” The warmth in his voice, his eyes, now replaced with a cold tone and a wrathful look, absolutely enraged that a demon not just under his rule, but in his cabinet no less had been assaulted in this manner. He may have failed in protecting the Avatar of Greed from this but he would see to it that a crime this grave never happened again to one of his subjects. “I’d would go in your stead to deal with them myself, but I will stay behind and work to pass legislation to ban the making of pacts freely. This will not happen again; I swear it on my life and my throne.”

And with Diavolo’s permission the three Avatars were off, out for blood for the travesty that befell their brother. Once they were gone, Diavolo turned to his butler.

“Barbatos, did you foresee this at all? Was there not anything we could have done differently to prevent this?” For as angry as he is, the demon lord feels a certain sense of guilt for what happened to the white-haired demon. What kind of ruler cannot protect one of his subjects from something so heinous?

“In another reality, yes.” He nodded, “But never in this one specifically, my Lord.”

“What happens next?”

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The three Avatars stand outside the residence of the witches. Lucifer is the first to step forward, demon form manifesting from the wrath coursing through his being. The aura he emits is suffocating to all around him. A knock on the door is all the courtesy he plans to give them tonight.

When the door opens, there is a collective gasp.

“L-Lord Lucifer,” One of the sisters steps back as the three demons barge their way inside the building. “To what do we owe the honor of this visit from not only you, but your younger brothers as well?”

“Do not. DO NOT ACT AS IF YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’VE DONE TO OUR BROTHER!” Satan roars, his demon for making its appearance. He’s ready to go on the attack however it’s Lucifer that stops him with a simple wave of the hand.

“We know everything you’ve done.” The eldest’s voice is cold, gaze calculated. “You’ve not only laid a hand on one of my brothers, but my favorite one at that. That in and of itself is enough to warrant your deaths, but to cause him such suffering will ensure they are not quick.

With another wave of his hand, the Avatar of Pride bound the three women before letting his brothers have a go at the other two. The eldest was his.

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Asmo took a step into his brother’s room and was devastated to see the look on his brother’s face. He looked so broken; his cheeks soaked with tears as Asmo heard Arella speaking.

“You don’t have to do it if you’re not strong enough for it. I’m sure there are alternatives we could find if you can’t. Just remember, you’re not alone in this. We all will help you if you decide to go through with this.”

The demon’s curiosity was piqued. Just what we’re they talking about?

“’Rella, I can’t ask that of any of you. This is my punishment for bein’ so powerless.”

Asmodeus cleared his throat to gain her their attention.

“What are you two talking about? Did something else happen?”

Arella only picked up the phone and handed it to him. What he saw was enough to pull a gasp from the demon. It made him sick.

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As soon as it had begun, the torture was over. None of the three brothers had even broken a sweat at this point. The witches hadn’t even lasted that long. Blood and viscera coat the floor, bones stick out from odd places, one has pieces missing from her body here and there- bite marks and missing flesh, even a missing arm- all courtesy of the Avatar of Gluttony.

“Beel, are you hungry or has anger tided your hunger?”

“I'm famished,” The Avatar of Gluttony confirmed.

“Go ahead and dispose of their bodies then. Make sure no trace of them remains.” The Avatar of Pride nods to his younger brother.

It was then that they heard it- the screaming cry of a frightened baby. The sound was easy to miss over the shrieking and wailing- the pleas for mercy that would never come. One by one, their heads turned to the sound just upstairs as they all came to terms with the fact that a child had been born from this travesty.

Satan was the first to move as he climbed the stairs. Just off to the right was a tiny nursery and lying in the crib, he found the child. All of his instincts were screaming at him to do away with the infant. He almost did had it not been for Lucifer’s hand placed on his shoulder. They were soon joined by Beel as all three of them peered down at the tiny child below them.

“What do we do?” Beel asked.

“Do we take them with us? Or do we leave them to the proverbial wolves?”

Both brothers looked to the eldest, demanding an answer. For the first time, the Avatar of Pride doesn’t have the answer. Does he take the life of an innocent child or does he subject his brother to a lifetime of suffering? It's an impossible decision to make where either party ultimately loses in the end.

Lucifer reaches down and takes the infant into his arms, a pained look on his face as he scrutinizes the infant’s appearance. Suddenly, he’s flashing back to his time as an angel, back to the first time he ever held Mammon in his arms. The child is an exact carbon copy of their father, no apparent features from his mother or her sisters, this was the best case scenario, but the little one looks sickly- likely due to the lack of demonic influence that would have been received from their father had he been present during the pregnancy.

Finally, after remaining silent for what felt like eternity Lucifer spoke up. “The child doesn’t look long from this world. We’ll wait for morning. If they survive the night, we’ll take them with us- let Mammon decide what to do with them.”

The other two nodded as Beel went back downstairs to finish the meal he had started.

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“You don’t have to take him, Mammon.” Asmo kept staring at the photo on his brother’s D.D.D. as he spoke.

“He has no one else, Asmo,” The white-haired demon frowns. “I can’t just leave him to die and it’s not like I can just give ‘im away either. As much as I hate it, he’s the heir to everything I am- the next Avatar of Greed, the next ruler of the fourth layer. It’ll be hard at first, but I’ll force myself to look past what happened to me. This isn’t his fault, so why punish him for the crimes of his mother and her sisters? He’s innocent in all this.”

“Even now,” the Avatar of Lust chuckled sadly, “after all these years, you still have the heart of an angel, don’t you? You aren’t thinking about what this will do to you, are you? He’ll be a constant reminder of your trauma. Is that really fair to you?”

“It isn't, but when has life ever been fair? If life was fair, we wouldn’t ’ve lost Lilith- wouldn't ‘ve fallen from the Celestial Realm.” He wiped at his eyes.

“No. It’s not, but I still think this is a bad idea for you. None of us will stop you if this is what you want to do but you shouldn’t do it just out a sense of obligation.” Asmo placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “You should only keep him if you want to.”

At the look of resignation on Mammon’s face, Arella placed a hand on his back. “We’re here if you need us. If it gets to be too much, I can help care for him, okay?” She echoes the words she had said previously.

“Babe, you don’t-”

“I know I don’t, but I want to.” She smiled softly. “We’re in this together. All of us.” She looked to the strawberry blonde demon as he nodded in agreement.

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Satan sat in the rocking chair next to the crib while Lucifer was on the phone notifying Diavolo of the situation as well as speaking to Arella in regards to the baby. He studied his nephew, wondering just what might happen to the little boy. Over the hours since finding him here, the tiny half-demon seemed to be getting stronger- likely from just being in the presence of his brothers and him. It was apparent that the child would be coming with them. He wondered what his brother’s reaction would be to the infant. Demons were known to kill unwanted offspring out of panic.

It was the circle of life, the blonde supposed. Not what the child deserved, but if it led to that, there was really nothing anyone could do. He was drawn from his thoughts as quiet chirps sounded from the boy. He watched as the infant brought his little hand to his mouth and he started squirming in the mass of blankets he was swaddled in.

The Avatar of Wrath looked around for a bottle or really anything that could be a source of nourishment. Of course, the newborn would get hungry eventually- that's essentially all babies at this age, eat and sleep. The demon finally finds a mini fridge on the wall opposite the crib, right next to the changing table. He had never fed a baby before but he would be willing to try as long as it kept the boy satisfied and kept him from crying. A trial by fire as they say.

Rocking the infant carefully, he slowly got up and retrieved a bottle from the fridge. It was a lot smaller than he thought an infant should take but it was good enough for the time being. Thankfully there was a bottle warmer placed on a nightstand near the crib. He placed it inside, setting the temperature at that of a human’s normal body temperature. When the milk was sufficiently heated, he gave it to the child who then suckled it down rather quickly,

“Hey now, there’s no need to suck it down so fast. You'll choke if you’re not careful.”

Lucifer had rejoined at him at this point. The scene of his brother trying so hard to feed the baby almost made him chuckle. “I can take him, if you’d like, Satan.”

“Please, I really don’t know how to do this.” He pulled the bottle away so he could transfer the child to his older brother.

“It won’t be long until the dawn. Gather up some of his things as we’ll be taking him with us. I just got off the phone with Arella. She told me Mammon plans on keeping the him.” Lucifer only sighed, wondering if the Avatar of Greed was only doing this out of a sense of obligation and responsibility.

Green to yellow gradient eyes widen in surprise at the statement. “He’s planning on keeping him? I figured he wouldn’t want anything to do with the baby.”

“As did I but, for all of our brother’s flaws, he’s still genuinely a good person. I don’t think he can really leave behind someone who needs him- especially an innocent child.” Lucifer looks down at the child who has now finished the bottle. “Hand me a rag.”

“Why?”

“Well, I would prefer not to be spat up on and now that he’s finished eating, he needs to be burped.” The eldest moved the infant to rest against his shoulder as Satan handed him the nearest rag he could find. “Babies aren’t capable of burping on their own. Now, go gather his things. I’ll tend to him for the time being."

Next

Masterlist 2

[captainlevisteacup]

Oooh, an idea has struck. The brothers reacting to Dom Male!MC reuniting with his childhood bestfriend in the Devildom, only their bestfriend is now a high ranking/powerful incubus who has a fuck ton of influence & money. (Not nearly as powerful as any of the brothers or Diavolo, of course, but you get the point)

And while normally a simple childhood friend wouldn’t be enough to bother the brothers, DM!MC’s Femboy CH!Bestfriend is the optimum of gorgeous, with a lithe & toned body and an “innocent” charm to him.

Spoiler Alert, CH!Bestfriend has been in love with DM!MC since they were kids (though it was just puppy love back then) and is determined to never let him get away from him again, resulting in him being extra clingy and needy.

Another Spoiler Alert, DM!MC’s childhood bestfriend may or may not be a mix of a “Worship” & “Self Sacrifice” Yandere.. (Look up “The Dere Types Wiki” if your confused)

You have some very interesting ideas😂 im so sorry this took so long, I didn't want to post it until I was back up to my full working capacity after getting injured and after breaking up with someone😁

Anyways, without further ado, here ya go😘

The Brother's Reactions to M! MC'S Yandere Childhood Incubus! Friend

Warnings: Violence, Language, Blood, VERY SLIGHT sexual themes, some non-consentual touching in Levi's section, brief mention of drugging in Beel's

Lucifer

At first, didn't think twice of MC having a childhood friend

But when he heard the word incubus

He got the smile on his face

You know the one

Lucifer "innocently" is around whenever the incubus is around

Its starts off small

Little poisoned glances from the incubus here and there

But eventually it escalated and turned into him putting a possessive arm around MC's waist

Lucifer snapped

The second the Incubus was alone, Lucifer followed him down an alley

Slammed that fucker against the wall and held him there by the throat

The incubus started laughing, even when Lucifer tightened his grip

"You'll never get rid of me. I have connections to everyone, Fallen Angel. I've loved him since before you even knew he existed, and a prissy peacock like you isnt gonna stop me from making him mine, even if I have to drug and kidnap him"

Lucifer only smiled and released him

The incubus smirked, daintily dusting off his lithe figure

Thinking he won, he shouldered his way past Lucifer

Only to stop short in horror

Deep growls greeted him

Lucifer didn't even bother hiding the screams of the incubus as Cerberus ripped into him

After a while, he signaled Cerberus to stop

As the incubus lies on the ground whimpering, Lucifer calmly says:

"Now that I've shown you just what I'm willing to do to protect MC, I'll make you a deal. MC cares about you, as a FRIEND. But his heart belongs to me and me alone, and mine belongs to him. If you can understand and respect that, I'll allow you near him. But one wrong word, one wrong placement of a hand, and I won't hesitate to finish you off myself. And believe me," he says with a dark chuckle "I won't be as gentle as Cerberus."

Mammon

This man immediately is on high alert

Someone trying to take what's HIS?

The incubus makes him more greedy than ever

Decides not to leave MC's side for a second

Even when he's sleeping

When Mammon can't help the incu-bitch (his nickname for the childhood friend) being around, he acts sort of like a child, which makes him look like a dick in comparison to the incubus's calm and innocent facade

Mammon tries to tell MC there's something up, but he just chalks it up to Mammon being Mammon

One day, MC randomly receives news from the human world that his mother contracted something contagious and was placed in ICU

The incu-bitch was, of course, right there when MC started tearing up, letting him cry into his shoulder

Mammon sees this and starts to protest

This leads MC to snap and tell Mammon he's being a child

Mammon leaves them be and thinks hard

Comes to the conclusion that maybe MC is right, and he begrudgingly decides to apologize to the incubus

As he approaches him, Mammon catches a glimpse of the Incubus's *expensive* phone

Unable to resist, he throws a coin against the wall in the opposite direction.

When he turns to look at the noise, Mammon snatches the phone and yeets off to his room

When he gets there, he opens the phone- no lock- and is startled by what he sees

A fake texting app, along with the messages telling MC his mother was sick

Mammon was about to run to find MC, when he heard a slight chuckle

Looking up, he saw the incubus...holding a knife

"You just couldn't stay away, could you? You've been a pain in the ass ever since I got here. But no matter, once MC sees how *cruel* you are to his defenseless childhood friend, he'll want nothing to do with you. And he'll be mine to fuck and own as I please."

Mammon gritted his teeth and ground out "Making MC think his mother was gravely ill just to get close to him when he's vulnerable? You're disgusting. I actually care about MC, and I respect them more than you ever will."

The incubus snorted, and raised the knife.

"Oi! What do ya think you're doing with that?" Mammon yelled

He raised the knife....and slashed it across his own arm

He then threw the knife towards Mammon, threw himself to the ground, and yelled out in pain

Suddenly, MC burst into the room

Mammon sputtered out a panicked explanation, but MC cut him off with a stare

He kneeled down next to his friend, who reached up with a bloody hand to cup MC'S face

MC put his hand over the incubus's....and sharply bent it backwards

He leaned down and whispered into his ear: "I heard everything, you little shit. Now, get the FUCK out of my house and away from my boyfriend, and don't even THINK of defiling my life with your presence ever again"

After he left, Mammon cautiously said "boyfriend, huh..?"

"Shut up mammon"

Levi

Oh, this won't do

Immediately feels threatened and triggered

He is the avatar of Envy, after all

His response?

Prove to MC nobody can know him as well as he can

He does this every single time the incubus is near

"MC, I got you your favorite drink!"

"MC, I ordered you some food. Don't worry, I already know what you like"

Flinches whenever the incu-bitch touches MC. It literally makes him cringe

His suspicions are confirmed when the incubus shoots Levi a malicious glance next time he touches MC

Levi snaps

Challenges the incubus to a video game duel

He surprisingly accepts

He cheats like hell and beats Levi

Levi goes into his demon form and rages

But MC thinks he's just being a sore loser

He tells Levi to back off and to go cool down

Once Levi storms off, the incu-bitch thanks MC for standing up for him

Then, he promptly tries to make a move on MC

He reaches out a hand to unbutton MC'S shirt

MC slaps his hand away, but not before noticing writing on the Incubus's hand

Before he can pull away, MC snatches his hand and sees cheat codes written on them

Gets super upset and tries to get up to apologize to Levi

The incubus pulls him back down by his wrist and pins them to the couch

"MC, don't you realize? You're all I want, all I need. I WORSHIP you, MC. And you're going to be mine. Nobody else can have you. And you're going to love me, whether you realize it right now or not. You'll learn with time to need me just as desperately as I need you"

Starts to take off MC'S clothes in spite of their fighting and protests, the incubus shushing him

"Shhhh, I know you don't see it, but this will make you see."

Levi slams open the door, tail lashing and face white with rage

"Get your normie hands the fuck off of my human. Now."

The incubus nopes the fuck out. He may be a high ranking incubus, but he still isn't as strong as one of the seven demon brothers.

Levi holds MC tightly as they fumble over an apology

"Shhh MC, its okay. I'm here now. Let's watch some anime and calm down together, yea?"

Satan

Do I even have to explain this one?

Is hostile as soon as MC even MENTIONS a childhood male friend, let alone an INCUBUS

Honestly, the Incubus is a bit scared of Satan

But, he decides he wants MC more than he fears Satan

So, he swallows his fear and patronizes Satan in tiny, unremarkable ways

Ways that would only be noticed by Satan

A stray hand here and there that lingers a LITTLE too long

Wiping a crumb from MC'S lips during a meal

Tucking a stray hair behind MC'S ear

Every last one of these actions makes his blood boil

It gets so bad that Satan is just in a perpetual state of rage, never leaving his demon form

Satan starts passive aggressively insulting the incubus's intelligence

"Oh, you mean you don't know how disestablishmentarianism impacted the overall congruence of Midwest society? Thats odd, its fairly simple. Practically common sense."

Is shocked when MC got livid at him, because he was being condescending for seemingly no reason

Starts to get angry at MC

"Can't you see? He's trying to turn you against me. Just LISTEN, DAMNIT!" He says as he grabs MC'S shoulders

The incubus barges in and shoves Satan away from MC

"Are you ok, MC? Did he hurt you?"

The amount of white hot rage in the room was tangible

He can't do it anymore

Slams the incubus against the wall

Knocks him to the ground

But when he falls down

A bunch of photos fall out of his jacket

Not normal photos

Horrifying ones

One of MC while he showers

One of MC sleeping

One of MC changing

Even one of MC and Satan having a steamy moment

MC goes still...and then SLAPS the shit out of the incubus.

He wordlessly turns to Satan, eyes pleading

"It would be my pleasure, MC" *evil grin*

Cue Satan dragging the incubus off by his hair

Asmo

P A S S I V E A G R E S S I V E

He sees this lovely incubus with NEARLY perfect hair, a lithe and toned body, and a seemingly innocent attitude, and he just wants him gone

He's been with plenty of Incubi, so he knows what they're like

Because of this, he doesn't want this one anywhere NEAR his darling MC

Comes up with a plan to use all his fashion design connections to outdress the incubus

He knows they're vain by nature, so he comes to the conclusion that this is the best course of action

But there's a problem

"Is that a statement piece from Priya Lacroix? She hasn't even released her collection yet"

Asmo.exe is not responding

He knows that HE is the only one Priya would ever give an early release to

So why does THE INCUBUS have her statement piece?

And WHERE is his phone?

Complains to MC, but MC doesn't take him seriously because he's too busy catching up with his friend

Asmo gets jealous and storms off to do a stress relieving skin routine

As MC and the incubus hang out, the incubus's phone goes off

Only...the ringtone is sinful indulgence

Mammon storms into the room

"AHA! I FOUND YA ASMO, YOU ANNOYING LITTLE- huh?"

"I/N? Why do you have Asmo's phone?"

"MC, you have to understand, I just want you to realize I'm the only right one for you. You NEED to realize you can't be with anyone else. Because you're mine, MC. You always have been."

Screeching could be heard in the distance, then footsteps quickly getting closer and closer

"THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY" Asmo yells as he slams open the door

"As if MC would choose a crusty, obsessive, STEALING, lying, probably STD having Incubus like you over me! Now give me my phone back and get out of here. And while you're at it, take off that Priya piece. There's a reason I'm the only one allowed early access."

Beel

Honestly doesn't think that much of it at first

He thinks its nice MC reunited with one of his childhood friends, and an Incubus at that

But when he meets the friend, something just feels off

He gets a weird sensation, and its not hunger

Its like his senses are on red alert

The incubus was nice enough to Beel, seemingly charming and genuine

But Beel couldn't help but feel rubbed the wrong way, with a sensation similar to seaweed against legs in the ocean

He doesn't want to mention this to MC, because he's convinced he's just overreacting

He feels a little sad that MC is too busy for him, but he does his best to give them time together

One night, he had made some food in the kitchen and decided to bring MC and I/N some

When he neared the door, he almost dropped the plate

He heard a loud thud, and MC saying "Hey, I said no, okay?"

He gently opened the door and looked at MC, who immediately forced a smile to his face

"Hey MC, I brought you guys some food. Is everything ok?"

"Thanks Beel, that's sweet of you. Everything's fine, I promise"

Beel relaxed a bit, although he still knew something was off.

The incubus excused himself to use the restroom, encouraging MC to eat without him

Beel and MC sat down, and Beel scarfed down his portion

Chuckling, MC offered his plate to Beel, who gladly accepted

The incubus opened the door shortly after with an expectant look on his face, as well as rope and a gag in his hands

Upon laying eyes on MC, a shocked expression came onto his face as his eyes darted between MC and the empty plate

"How are you still conscious?" He blurted

Confusion flashed across MC'S face. "What do you mean, I/N?"

"You drugged it, didn't you?" Beel spoke up.

"I thought it tasted odd," Beel continued "but I never would have guessed you would actually drug MC. I'm guessing you couldn't handle that MC rejected your advances, so you drugged the food while MC was distracted talking to me. Am I right?"

The incubus chuckled. "Guess I was wrong about you. You are more of a threat than you seem. Heh, I guess you're not just a talking stomach after all."

A loud smack could be heard shortly thereafter.

But the devastating blow didn't come from Beel

It came from an enraged MC

"Trying to drug me I could keep my cool over. If thats all you did I would have just told you to stay the hell away from me. But the SECOND you spoke to Beel like that, you signed your own death warrant."

Before he could react, MC summoned the brothers one by one, Beel explaining the situation.

"Well, MC, perfect timing as always. I was just beginning to get bored" Satan drawled

*screams*

Belphie

It takes a yandere to know one

Belphie doesn't want to alarm MC though, so he decides to outmaneuver the incubus without him noticing

It starts small, with I/N reaching out to put an arm over MC'S shoulder, and Belphie's arm already being there

Eventually, they start glaring daggers at each other the second MC looks away

After a while, Belphie decides to up the ante

Religiously falls asleep on MC when I/N is trying to spend time with him

Goads the incubus so much that he corners Belphie when he snaps and can't take any more

"Listen, I know exactly what you're doing. But if you think that YOU can take him away from me, you're sorely mistaken. MC is mine whether he likes it or not. And if it turns out to be the latter, well, let's just say he won't have much of a choice in the matter, nor will you have any control over it. Got that?"

Belphie does the one thing he knows will get the outcome he had painstakingly built up to the past couple weeks: he laughs

"Ah, you have a good sense of humor, know that? Funny stuff. All kidding aside, MC already belongs to me. So your child's play isn't gonna cut it. Got THAT?"

With a choked cry of fury, the incubus pulls out a knife and stabs Belphie

Belphie, having planned this, falls to the floor just as the door opens to reveal a shocked MC.

"BELPHIE! Shit, please be okay! What the FUCK is wrong with you, I/N?"

The stunned Incubus could only stammer out a couple words

"I- he...was gonna...tried to take what was mine. Tried to take you..."

MC laughed bitterly and shoved him to the floor.

"I don't know what sick world you're living in, but I belong to Belphie. I love him. And I hate YOU. Now I'll leave you be so you can deal with THAT. Ta ta." He says as he scoops up Belphie and heads out the door

"Deal with what?" I/N nervously asks after him, backing up warily

The incubus stops when his back hits something hard.

Gulping, he looks up...

"Hello, I/N, I'm Beel."

"Nice to...meet you? I imagine you're one of the brothers?" He replies shakily

Beel smiles. The light doesn't reach his eyes.

"Yes, I'm one of the brothers. You see, I'm Belphie's twin."

Across the house, Belphie smiles at the faint screams, MC curled up next to him after patching him up.

He succeeded in protecting what was his. He deserves a good nap. Holding MC tighter, he goes back to sleep.

[frangipansi]

i love love love your writing! your levi x mc swimming one was so beautifully written it made me smile so big! i was wondering if you could write some belphie x mc angst? maybe them getting into a fight or miscommunication or whatever u prefer! (im a sucker for angst) if theres a brother u feel more comfortable writing that for feel free to switch! tysm hope ur safe and healthy

Aww! Anon!! you make ME smile so big! Thank you so much, you’ve no idea how happy I am to hear that.

NOW... admittedly, Belphie is not one of my faves (fighting Luci for that wooden spoon award) and I surprisingly found throwing him into a bit of angst difficult, BUT, not one to back down from a challenge, hopefully I have not disappointed. Enjoy!!

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Belphie was falling in love; he understood completely how the others had become smitten with MC. She had a calming effect; a way of defusing tension and bringing people together. She’d get herself into trouble; literally putting herself in harm’s way all for the simple reason of fixing their broken family.

The two of them were currently enjoying each other’s company in the common room; Belphie resting his head on her lap while she read through an old demonic textbook, one hand absentmindedly fiddling with his hair.

He took in a deep breath and looked up at her. “Hey, MC…”

“Mm?” She hummed, tilting the book from her view and looked down on him.

“We have a rare night tonight where the human realm stars are visible. I thought maybe we could watch them together.” His question had a hesitance to it but he was hopeful.

She gave him a smile but shook her head. “Oh Belphie honey, I’m sorry, but my night’s already booked out.”

“Oh.” Belphie nodded, his eyes darting from hers before he smiled. “That’s okay. I can always ask Beel.”

Her smile widened, hand ruffling his hair before she returned to her book.

Belphie’s heart raced at her touch and her smile swirling within his mind. She had grown so comfortably close with him, and it was only a matter of time before he would summon the courage to tell her how he really felt. It should have been easy, he could tell she liked him; but at the same time she just made him so nervous.

The darker of night had come and Belphie had strolled out of a late night pizzeria with Beel at his side; a stack of pizza boxes in his arm and top box open so he could eat while the two walked to Belphie’s favourite spot to watch the rare sight of stars.

Smiling at the simple pleasure of being able to watch his brother enjoy his food innocently and unabashed; Belphie looked ahead and near stumbled over his own feet. He froze at the sight; MC holding the hand of the arm slung around her shoulder belonging to Mammon. She had a look of sheer delight as Mammon’s face dropped to her neck; undoubtedly peppering her skin with playful kisses as she appeared to start giggling and tilting her head to get the Avatar of Greed to relent.

“Beel… I – I want to go home.” He murmured as he turned around.

“Hm?” Beel looked to his brother; a look of confusion as he shoveled another slice of pizza into his mouth. “I thought you wanted to star gaze?”

“Forget it Beel… I changed my mind.” Belphie began walking in the direction of Lamentation, not waiting for Beel’s reply.

“Are you hungry?” the question came so suddenly and Belphie lost his composure; turning back on Beel and growled as he smacked the pile of boxes from Beel’s arm.

“No I am not fucking hungry!” Belphie snapped, kicking the mess of pizza and boxes across the cobble stone streets. “Damn it Beel, not everything is about food!”

“My pizza…”

Belphie’s mind was reeling. How could he have been so stupid? So blind that he hadn’t realised that his love was unrequited? But to make things worse, the love she had was for the idiot of the bunch; Mammon who was so clouded by making a quick Grimm that he was lucky to be able to form a cohesive sentence, was the one to win her affections.

And to top it all off, he took it out on Beel and his Pizzas. “Belphie…” He glanced up at the sad but worried tone of Beel but he just couldn’t calm down; he couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so heart broken. It hurt, beyond any explanation.

“For fuck sake Beel, grow up!” He snapped, punching a streetlight and creating a great kink in the beam before storming home.

By the time MC and Mammon returned home; Beel had cleaned out the fridge and retreated to his room while Belphie seethed in the common room within his own growing sorrow; continuously scolding himself for being so idiotic for thinking MC liked him the way he did her, but also for being so mean to Beel.

Of all brothers he could have unleashed at; it just had to be the one who he was not only closest with; but the the most emotionally in tune to those around him that he too would now be hurting just as deeply.

He closed his eyes, curling his body into itself when he heard her giggling. “Shh, shut up Mammon… you’ll have Lucifer breathing down your neck. We’re so late home.”

“Ahh!” Mammon scoffed with all of his usual bravado that would normally make Belphie laugh, but instead now just made him sick. “Ya still think THE Mammon is scared of old Lucifer? Ha! I ain’t scared of no d– wait, what are ya doin’?”

“Texting Lucifer, telling him we’ve just walked in.”

“Oi! Cut that out!”

Belphie sighed deeply at her giggling; wishing like anything that he was the reason for her making a sound like that. “Go to bed.” He listened to her command as she kept chuckling.

“Ya comin’ with?” Belphie could hear the smug grin on his brother’s face; it took everything within not to sit up and hurl a pillow into his face at full force, desperate to peg him down a notch.

“In a moment; I wanna check on the common room fire; the protective gate isn’t over it.” Belphie looked to the fire; silently cursing himself for being complacent, completely forgetting to set the gate back in place after loading the pit with wood.

He remained utterly still as she came into his view; watching her as she took hold of the fire poker to even out the burning logs before carefully putting the gate back in place.

She dusted off her hands, turning in place and jumped. “Oh! Belphie.”

He glanced up, their eyes locking and he felt his heart sink as she smiled at him before she noticed how upset he looked. “Belphie honey, what’s wrong?” she asked; crouching down by the couch and slipped a hand into his while the other brushed the unkempt fringe from his face.

“Did the skies end up not being clear enough?” She questioned with a sad smile.

MC really had no idea the pain she was causing him as she tried her best to comfort him; he so desperately wanted to yell at her, condemn her for making a decision so stupid as to date Mammon, but when he looked up into his eyes he could only return her smile with his own and nodded.

“Yeah…” his words laced in a quiver he wished he could hide. “Not clear at all.”

“Oh honey,” She gently chuckled as she sat herself on the empty space of the couch in front of his lap and draped her arms around him; her actions and pet name for him just fueling the ache bubbling inside himself.

“Maybe tomorrow night?” She suggested. “I wouldn’t mind keeping you company either if you think there might be a slight clearing?”

He sighed and hated that he nodded. “I’d really like that MC… thank you.” If he couldn’t have her love returned, he could at least for a moment longer, pretend that she was his; regardless of just how much it would hurt.

[gutterballed]

Statement of Timothy Stoker on the disappearance and subsequent.... replacement of persons Jonathon Sims and Martin Blackwood. Statement taken to direct from subject, recorded by subject. Recording from July 2, 2021.

Statement begins.

Foregoing formalities, Jon, I think the worst part of it all?

I already knew.

You know?

Like, it doesn't take a genius to put the pieces together. Martin being so protective of you is normal, but Martin being hostile to everyone, not so much. He was too much, and he was too guilty. Offered to tell me so many times, and he kept coming on about it -- and I know how he is with your secrets. Rats you out the first opportunity.

But "you deserve to know" "one day I'll tell you" "it's.... complicated Tim" sure. Just say you did this.

So Martin did it.

And, Martin is new. I don't know him, for sure. You're both weird, and not right, and fuck me for enjoying that, huh? You're DEFINITELY new. I know it's not unheard of for you to come back hurt, but missing an eye, and suddenly your eyes are freaky? I know neither of you were particularly trying to HIDE that you weren't the original versions of yourself, but. Yeah.

And im not stupid, what can Martin do?

What's he GOT?

He wouldn't kill someone, not himself.

He'd do it somehow else, someway to-

[An echoing scuffle is heard in the distance and there is silence, the gentle wheeze of lungs trapped in dusty tunnels for too long]

[Click]

[Click]

Okay. Sorry, that was Basira. She was looking for.... something.

Maybe me.

Who knows.

If it is me, she's one of the people I'm out here for, so I'm certainly not making it easier for her to find me.

Anyways. Yeah, Martin wouldn't be the one who killed someone with his hands. Not that he's not capable, I think all of us are at this point, just that he's not the sort to actually do it with his hands. And it's Jon, even a different him, I don't think he could bring himself to do it. I don't think he even COULD. Like, physically.

So, whats left if you take away the physical kill them?

Of course they're in the lonely.

Of course. I'm not stupid, Jon. And Martin! If he's telling you this, or if you're somehow cued in too, I'm not dumb. Fuck, neither of you are even a little capable of hiding shit from us, when it's like this. Maybe Basira, but she hardly counts. Half expect she knew too, and just wouldn't tell me. Having too much fun dragging me around at all hours of the night hunting them down.

But, no, I knew. And when Martin said it wasn't Jon, I knew then too. And in a million guilty stares I knew. I knew.

But I didn't want to.

Is that so much? And, God, is it so much to ask that you not get kidnapped Jon? For even ten minutes can you not get in trouble? Because this time I don't think I can help you. If you ever once talked to me maybe I could, but you always have to do it fUck-

[Click]

[Click]

[A shaky breath]

.... you always have to do it alone. Every time.

Jon...

Oh, Jon. Jon what are we going to do now? You looked so bad, Jon.

You're so far gone. And, Jon if you're listening, I know he can't hear me.

...God I was right there... I wanted to hug you, mate. You couldn't even see me. I wanted to hold you, keep you aware and alive.

Hilarious that I still get like this with you. Like we're in college again. We're adults now, it's not my JOB to make sure you're not smart mouthing the wrong jock just because you know more than him.k Christ, you know, I wish I were there! It's ridiculous, I couldn't even DO anything, but I keep thinking that I could handle being lost, if we were lost together. Maybe we could.... find him.

We couldn't. I know we couldn't.

But, maybe just me would be enough? For a bit?

It's not.

You two have something going on that I don't think I'd ever understand.

I've been planning for it either way, though. I don't think Martin is an option, and I don't want to try my chances with Peter. Theres this woman I've been stalking down, I don't think she's strong enough though. Really shows you the nepotism of it all with Martin. But it may have to be her, I doubt Peter would actually send me to The Lonely, what with how close he is to Elias.

If Elias hasn't killed me yet, he's got something for me. Or he just knows Jon isn't enough, and Martin's barely eye. Basira is a fine hunter, but shite for what he needs. Daisy, God, she's barely even alive.

Needs me, I think.

Or he expected me to die when I did for them.

That's funny.

Jon, did you know I died?

Christ, you must have been bad.

Hah..... so. I'm giving a statement. I know you hate rambling statements, but to be fair you can't hear me. So even.

So, Martin and Jon got replaced. Somewhere around April, because I gave a statement about how I didn't die the 27th. They've since been... affectionate, if you invite them. They've been borderline pleasant, but suspicious all the same. Last week Martin gave up the ruse, and told me what happened to them. And for anyone who found this- fuck you.

Fuck you for finding my stash, fuck you for listening, fuck you for being here.

An unabashed, fuck. You.

Also, if you haven't understood what happened yet, Martin Blackwood is a follower of The Lonely. I don't know about avatar yet, but I'd say he's close. He's... really close.

Hes also one of my closest friends, and a coworker, fellow Archival Assistant to The Archivist, head archivist to The Magnus Institute. Somewhere in April, a different Martin Blackwood came to our universe, from an adjacent one where Jon had fucked everything up for EVERYONE, and he took both my Martin, and my Jon, and stuck them in The Lonely. Which means he's much more powerful than my Martin.

Probably.

Don't like that, still, but okay.

These two replaced them, and took their place. He confessed as much to me last week.

Following this I asked if I could see them, later, at work. After work, he agreed. He brought me to see them, first Jon, second Martin. They both were very clearly gone. Barely human, barely had faces anymore. They were all wisp, fog falling from their mouths to feed whatever this was. You both looked... bad. I don't think either of you even recognized I was there. That I was saying anything.

To Jon I told him about how I got lost in Helen's halls that first time. Michael's halls, really. How we were there for weeks, how we meandered, how it was hell. I know you didn't hear this one, so I'm not repeating it. It's none of your business.

To Martin I.... confessed.

To him?

Weird, when I have to turn around and face Martin? So I guess sorry for sort of confessing to your boyfriend. Again, I'm not telling you. Just feels a bit shite, considering our friendship.

That's my statement.

And, it's my final one.

I'm sure I fed Martin plenty with all of these, and now I'm positive you never heard a single one. I told you so much more than I ever thought I'd tell anyone and you didn't hear a single one. You didn't.

I've wasted my time, and wish I could say I wasted yours but you didn't have time to waste in the first time.

So thanks.

For doing this.

I'm going to keep lying about doing research until I get sick enough to go back up, and im going to try to not get spotted when I do. Drop off some of the information I haven't been sharing and see how that makes me feel. If it's not enough, I'll figure something out. As of right now, Basira is positive I've figured something out for our ongoing investigation into Jon and Martin, and I'm not... sure if I should tell her.

So, im hiding. From Jon and Martin, who I just don't want to see. From Basira who wants to know what I found. From Elias, who keeps staring at me. I might put in for my vacation days, I've accrued a good amount by now, that might be nice.

Ask Elias to not tell Martin. Don't want to hear the smarmy reminder that he probably already knows.

I'm.... trying not to be lonely.

So, bye Jon. I'm sorry you're lost.

And if you find him, can you tell Martin I miss him? You two aren't dating for ME so can you tell him I was... being honest? That I love him? Play wingman for me for having recorded all these useless statements?

End of statement.

[marveling-chrisevans]

Im Right Where I Belong | Chris Evans x Reader

Pairings: Chris Evans x Reader / Chris Evans x You 

Warnings:  Little angst, and some fluff/ okay very fluffy (to me) 

Words Count: 1,519

Prompt: “Im Right where I belong” - Emily’s 5k writing challenge @my-emotional-self

Summary: You and Chris, live together and no matter how many times he offers you can’t bring yourself t quite your job due to your post and always needing to run when things got bad. What happens when your world falls apart just a little.

Tag-List: @patzammit @torntaltos @smoothdogsgirl

A/N: so this is the first challenge I’ve ever participated in, and  I am all knew to this whole fan fiction thing, but I wanna get more involved so as always if you have a prompt or an idea. or anything let me know - id love to write for you, for fun. 

Another day, another dollar. Another minute where you feel like its about time you drive your car into a tree, who would miss you at this point right? You question this every day Why you went to the dead end job you knew was not going to go anywhere, why you kept going back even though you knew there was nothing in it for you. The one highlight of your day is the moment you walk though the door at home, and are immediately greeted by the sound of a dog barking and jumping on you, like he thought he would never see you again, and is just happy to see you “Dodger stop, we can’t do this every day” you laugh as the dog has his front paws on your shoulders licking you in the face. Walking further into the house you see a tall man standing there as he turned around and smiled at you “hey Beautiful, I didn’t get home till late, I didn’t have time to cook. So I ordered Chinese” He smiled his beautiful blue eyes at you. You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck “its okay, I know your not the best cook, and it was already a hard day” You smile and peck his lips as he gasps “hey Thats Steve, not Me” He smiles back at you “Y/n, he sighed as he looked at you, what happened today” “Chris, you know just the normal stuff, getting yelled, the whole I’m better than you mentality, but always keep a smile and in that customer service voice because they are always right, even when they are not. And if I say anything that’s my job.. I just need a different job” You replied with a shrug as you go to the fridge and poured yourself a glass of wine “how many times have I told you that you don’t need to work, that you can quit any time, you know I can support the both of us, easily” he sighed wrapping his arms around your waist from behind as he kissed your neck softly “and you know why I can’t quit, because that is your money, and as much as I was a princess in a fairytale, I’m not. Bell, I’m not held captive, I’m not Cinderella, I didn’t loose my shoe. I want you. I don’t care how much money you have or if your movie just beat avatar in the best grossing movie of all time..” You sighed as you have had this fight before and you were just not having it right now not after the day you had but you couldn’t drop it. “When we moved in together I thought you were going to drop this whole thing, Chris I’ve told you my past and that my family we work, we always work. We support ourselves no matter what because you never know what is going to happen” you shook your head “im going to go take a shower let me know when the food is here” you said to him and walked away before he could get a word out. Chris stood there and sighed heavily watching you walk away. He heard the door bell go off about 10 mins later. He went and paid for the food and set it out on the table. You stood in the shower, letting the water run over your body as you just needed to unwind and the rain fall shower setting was by your favorite one to relax too. You cleaned yourself and then went and slide some pajamas on and wondered out of the master bedroom and saw the food “how long as it been here?” You wonder looking at him as he was sitting at the table 

Chris looked up at you “uh just got here, I heard the shower turn off so I just waited for you, and I want you to know y/n, I never meant to offend you, I know that is how your family has always made a living, but I want you to know you have options. I know you are not a princess in a fairy tale, and I am no prince, I make mistakes. I say the wrong thing. I just hate seeing you so stressed out over this job, and I know you hate that place. I know you want more out of your life.. I just want to show you the entire world. I want to show you what the world has to offer.” He said simply back to you, Well he was in the process of talking you watched him get up and close the distance between the two of you, he set his hand on your silk night gown. He gripped onto you as he kissed the top of your head. You always felt weak under his touch, it could have been the stress or the fact that he really in your world was prince charming. He had saved you countless times from your past, and the abuse that you had received. You worked because you knew at any moment you might need to run. The next day, the moment you walked into your job,  and it happened, they fired you. No reason what so ever. You felt like the world around you was crashing around. You cleaned off your desk and got into your car. You sat there for a good 10 mins before you went home. You walked home. Chris wasn’t home, he was on set of that new tv show he was doing. You went and drew yourself a bath, getting fired was either going to be the best thing that happened to you, or it was going to be the worst. You climbed into the claw foot tub and slide into the bubbles as you sat there. Dodger came in to join you. “dodger no, its not bath time.. no don’t think about it” you said to the puppy who had his paws on the edge of the tub and you could tell he was thinking about joining you. He was a pup who loved the water after all You laughed slightly and pushed him away with your hand “buddy go lay down” you said and gave him a kiss. You slide your body under the water for a few moments and felt a body climb in behind you. You quickly shifted and looked behind you “oh my god don’t do that” you said as you saw it was Chris not hearing him come into the home 

“we wrapped early and and I was going to come home and shower and surprise you for lunch, but I saw your car in the drive, what happened?” He wondered wrapping his arms around your body You sighed as you leaned against his chest and looked up at him with your head on his shoulder “i got fired” you said “but its fine, like you said I didn’t really like that place in the first place, so really could be the best thing that has ever happened” you smiled up at him. He knew what working meant “you know what that means then?” He wondered with a smile and kissed you softly in the most tender way “we can now try for that baby we have always been talking about, you dint have to worry about maternity leave, or the morning sickness and bed rest you are worried about with preeclampsia running in your family” he smiled as he bite his lip softly. You made a face and looked at him as you grabbed some bubbles and rubbed them on his face making his beard that was already there look like Santa and started to laugh, without responding him “say ho ho ho” you said as you started laughing. Chris shook his head and did as you asked as he dunked you under the water and flipped you around so you were facing him. You sat on his legs in the tub and wrapped your saround his waist so both of you fit comfortably, He loved you and wanted to make sure you were okay, with everything that happened “but seriously y/n” he sighed and pulled you slightly closer resting his forehead to yours “are you good? I know we fought about it a little bit but I know you were helping people and that’s one thing you loved” You nodded as you smiled at him. Before you respond no one was watching dodger as he leaped in-between the two of you pushing you apart. He barked at the bubbles as you screamed “Dodger” you couldn’t help but laugh as the puppy came up and kissed you a hundred times. Once he said you looked at the man of your dreams the man that light up a room with a single smile “i am right where I belong” you replied to his first question then leaned over the puppy who was just enjoying the water, your little family. You kissed the man you loved. Your soul mate.