#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.

[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.

[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

[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."

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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.

[obeiii-mee]

So, I finally finished part 2 for the original ask. I’ve had a bit of trouble with writing the twins because I think this would affect them particularly bad. I hope you enjoy all this angst, cuz I sure as hell didn’t im fucking sobbing alright?

Pt. 1

Enjoy!

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The Brothers Reacting to MC sacrificing themselves to bring Lilith back, Part 2:

Satan:

-Satan felt like the stupidest demon in DevilDom. He was supposed to be the intellectual, the logical one, the one with more than a few spare brain cells to work with. And yet he never twigged there was anything going on with you. The signs were all there. You had asked him for very specific book recommendations for the past few weeks, about the Celestial Realm and the full power of souls. He even let you borrow some from his own collection without giving it a second thought!

-In hindsight, your goal was very obvious but at the time, he hadn’t even stopped for a second to consider it. It just didn’t seem like something you would be capable of doing. But you did. Of course you did. You were the most driven human he had even met. You managed to live for a full year with seven of the most dangerous demons in hell and make pacts with them no less, so anything is fair game when it comes to you.

-Lucifer and Lilith found him in the library, like usual, reading what seemed to be a very graphic book on different wars that took place in the human realm over the centuries. What can I say, the man wanted to know more human history for your sake. He was one of the few brothers who hadn’t even noticed you were missing and never thought anything was amiss. Sure, he missed your presence but the cynical fourth born isn’t exactly paranoid.

-Now, if it was Lucifer alone that had come to check up on him, Satan would have been very tempted to just ignore him. But obviously he noticed a slightly smaller, less threatening figure next to him and he forced himself to look up from his book. Lowkey hoping it was you because he often complained his brothers got to spend way too much time with you. Satan and Lilith technically never met, face to face. However, I like to think that since Satan was born out of Lucifer’s wrath, he has a small connection with his memories and therefore Lilith. After all, Satan was the only one that never participated in the war or actually fell down as angel.

-He never met her before. Yet he immediately recognised her as she came in. She had every trait you would expect an angel to have. Except she wasn’t an angel anymore of course. She was dead. Or at least supposed to be. Lucifer just stood in the doorway as she approached him. Lilith fidgeted in front of him as she tried to come up with the right words to introduce herself.

-“I’m really happy to actually-“

-She didn’t get to finish because Satan had embraced her almost immediately, almost like he was on auto mode and couldn’t help himself otherwise. She welcome the gesture, glad their first meeting wasn’t as awkward as she had predicted it would be. The eldest brother was watching, slightly in awe because, as far as he knew, the only person he had ever hugged before this was you.

-Of course, the spell had to be broken. Lucifer knew better than to step in and allowed his sister to explain. Satan was going to have a bad reaction nonetheless, but he might become even more aggressive if it was him delivering the news. Lilith never had to deal with this particular brother of hers or any of his fits but somehow, it was like she knew what to do.

- Their sister did her best to explain it to Satan as calmly as possible, as if that would make much of a difference. Satan remained oddly quiet throughout all of it, showing no reaction besides a neutral one. Lucifer found this strange. Yeah, his brother/son was usually the silent type, the sort of demon to think, not speak. But he expected some sort of emotion in there. Anything, really. Anger definitely. Maybe sorrow and misery. But not this.

-Lilith noticed the shaking before even Satan did. His body had just started convulsing on its own as he processed the idea of you laying there, unmoving and cold; dead. He involuntarily clenched his fists and he had to sit down before his legs gave over. Lucifer was still outright confused while Lilith struggled to soothe her brother. He hated feeling like this. All vulnerable and weak, like the skies of hell will fall on him and crush him. He was Satan for fuck’s sake. He was probably considered the most fearful creature in all of existence. He shouldn’t be feeling like this.

-But of course he did. You were always able to do that to him, bringing out that soft side of him he never knew he had. Or at least refused to acknowledge he had. The funny thing was, since you were the one being subjected to that side of his, he didn’t mind. Because you are MC, a literal ball of sunshine. Nothing him and his brothers deserved but you were still willing to spend time with them. The least they could have done was to protect you.

-They couldn’t even do that

-He couldn’t even do that

-Satan is even more retreated now than before, more hostile toward his own brothers and basically everyone else. He will snap at anyone for very minor reasons and lock himself up in the library even more than usual. Anything to get his mind off how much he must have disappointed you. It hurts too much to even hear your name being spoken. God forbid they choose another human to come down there as an exchange student because he will unleash all of his wrath on them on your behalf. How dare some lowly human try to replace you? He’s more prone to fits of anger now too. Long gone is his self control and calmness.

-The one person that understood him was dead. The one person he allowed himself to be close to and genuinely kind to was gone forever. Satan will never get over this. Or the fact that you were smiling so brightly before you died.

Asmo:

-He’s just so sick of it. So so so sick of it. So sick of watching everyone he cares about either die or get taken away from him. If he was a mortal he would have probably gone crazy. Maybe he already reached insanity and just didn’t realise it. After all, everyone has a breaking point, even demons. And once you go beyond that point, your whole world will shatter.

-To him, it seems almost impossible that just that morning he had seen you at breakfast, laughing along with his brothers and overall just being the intriguing, silly human you were. You were right there! Right in front of him, talking to him like it was any other day. And now he has to deal with the unbearable fact that he will never hear your voice again.

-Asmo was out, hanging out at the Fall as usual, when he realised he had missed several, frantic calls from Mammon, who at that point wasn’t aware that you were long dead.

-He brushed him off, initially, thinking his brother was just having another one of his melodramatic moments. So the fifth born went around Majolish, basically buying everything he could get his hands on to ignore the uneasiness creeping up on him. He could feel something bad was happening. He just didn’t know what.

-At this point, he was a bit unsettled which is very unlike him. He is pretty optimistic as a whole so seeing him so startled and on alert was a sort of disturbing sight to see. Lucifer called him after lunch and told him to come home. Normally, Asmo wouldn’t have taken his older brother’s words too seriously but hearing his strained voice on the other side of the phone forced him into action.

-He rushed home, faster then he had ever done before., because let’s be honest, he prefers being outside of the house more often than not. He searched for you everywhere, but you were nowhere to be found. However, he bumped into Lucifer and Lilith in the middle of the upstair’s corridor in his frantic search for you.

-Unlike his brothers, Asmo noticed Lilith immediately, way before he even acknowledged his brother. It was such a shock to him that he thought for sure that he was hallucinating, though things like that never happened to him beforehand. Asmo stopped breathing for what felt like centuries because he didn’t want to raise his expectations, he didn’t to be disappointed if Lilith truly wasn’t there and he was just making her up. He didn’t want to deal with the grief once again.

-However, Lilith remained exactly where she was and flashed him one of her brilliant, warm smiles that he had loved so much back in the Celestial Realm. That he, on more than one occasion, tried to copy because he wanted to have as much in common with Lilith as possible. He wasn’t imagining her and the moment he realised this, he threw himself at her, the worry of his hair being ruined long forgotten and now his only concern was that she would dissipate in thin air.

-Lilith did not yield and embraced her brother, she gave enough hugs today to last her a lifetime but she couldn’t be happier to see her beloved brothers again. It took every ounce of strength on Lilith’a part not to burst into tears from both joy and sorrow.

-Lucifer hated this. He hated having to cut in the happy moment and lay down the bad news. But he had do it. Because no one else would. He was the eldest. He was responsible for everyone. A sadist he may very well be, but it absolutely destroys him to see his brothers suffering from such extreme distress. He told Asmo everything as bluntly as he could, thinking that ripping the bandaid straight off would result in a better outcome.

-It did not.

-Mammon’s reaction to your death was expected, but Asmo’s took both Lilith and Lucifer by surprise. They didn’t expect him to be as emotional as he ended up being and both of them handled it awkwardly because the Avatar of Lust was usually such a confident and admirable creature, it felt weird to see him act in such a way. He fell to his knees in a moment of pure despair and cried enough tears to drown himself in them later. He sobbed for a long time and did not stop immediately, instead going through several stages of weeping, from hiccuping to panting and then back to crying. It was an endless cycle of sadness.

-Lilith half carried half dragged him to his bedroom, while her other brother watched, a bit mesmerised. Asmo usually loved having company and now that his sister was back, he 100% needed it but at the same time, he wished to remain alone for a while. It would be painful but he needed to gather his feelings in one place before he could even put together a conclusion on how he was feeling. So they both left and with the door closed, all the air seemed to suffocate him and drag him into endless despair.

-Asmo received a lot of damage from your death, changing his personality very abruptly. Compared to his brothers, his change in attitude is not so subtle and now he basically hates anything that reminds him of you. He no longer enjoys hanging out or clubbing at the Fall or even go shopping anymore unless it’s necessary because those were things he used to do with you! And now, they seemed so pointless he often wondered what was the point of actually doing it. The only sort of satisfaction he gets is being in your room because if he closes his eyes, just for a moment, he can pretend you’re still there with him, whispering words of comfort to him.

-Yes, he still has one night stands and tries to seduce people left and right but it’s a sort of distraction more than anything else. He doesn’t do it out of need anymore, but out of desperation to get you out of his head. He’s also been sneaking to the Human Realm a lot as of late, as if hoping to randomly bump into you up even though it’s not possible and he knows it. He’s just torturing himself further. Hopeless. Just hopeless.

-You made him feel so much more than just Lust. And now that he had you, even if it was for just a short amount of time, Asmo knew he would never feel that way to anyone ever again. He would never fall in love with anyone ever again.

-He knew the risks of getting attached to a human. He knew how much he would suffer in the end. After all, humans are mortals, they are not destined to live for long. And yet he went and did it anyway because you were too amazing to ignore. You gave him something he never realised he yearned for and you left before he could reciprocate.

The Twins:

-Neither Lilith nor Lucifer was surprised to find the two of them together, relaxing in the attic. It’s common knowledge at this point that the twins have a hard time being separated. And especially more so than before after the whole attic incident, which concluded with them refusing to leave each other’s side. Usually, you were with them too, of course, for good measure. Obviously, they weren’t able to find you anywhere like everyone else. Belphie got tired of searching and just suggested that they go upstairs and that eventually you’ll joking them.

-Lucifer was, understandably, extremely worried at how the twins would react to all of this. Just seeing their adored sister in the same room as them would be more than enough to cause them to malfunction. But if he let them know that you died mere hours ago? And for smuggling Lilith’s soul back into existence no less? It would be chaos. At least with his other brothers, their reactions he could more or less predict. But the twins were slightly different. Especially Belphie. You can never really tell what goes on inside his head.

-Beel noticed his sister before Belphie did. He was so taken aback, he tumbled backwards and off the bed, accidentally dragging his twin with him. It was quite a comical fall actually. Lilith would’ve laughed if it wasn’t for the circumstances. She missed them, of course. Truth is, she missed all of her brothers and their memories back in the Celestial Realm. It always hurt so much to think that she could see them but never really interact with any of them. Except through you since you were heir in a way.

-Beel was a mess, first of all. You can easily imagine the distress he was in at the sight of his little sister. His dead little sister. Dead because of him. It might’ve been centuries since Lilith fell from the heavens and got transformed into a human but he continued to carry that burden with him because how could he not? He should’ve been able to save both Lilith and Belphie even though, logistically speaking, it would’ve been impossible. He saw the despair in her eyes right before she disappeared below the clouds. That image had and will haunt him for the rest of his eternal days.

-He was on his knees before her in a split second, grabbing the hems of her sleeves and sobbing into them as if the whole of DevilDom was about to crash down on all of them. Beel was yelling incoherently, switching between begging for forgiveness and stuttering mid sentence, unable to get the rights words out. The whole mansion was filled with his distraught weeping and he just couldn’t stop.

-His sister knelt down and embraced him, almost awkwardly because of the position they were in, as she began crying as well. Out of exhaustion more than anything. She’s dealt with so many breakdowns in one day that she couldn’t handle holding her emotions in anymore. With the death of her descendant and the sorrow of her brothers, she wished from the bottom of her heart she had just stayed dead because everything would have turned out alright that way.

-Belphie was more cautious. He stood at the back of the room, watching as his sister hugged Beel and sort of held him in a way that would quieten him down. Careful. He casted Lucifer a glance, as if to ask “what the hell is going on?” before once again staring at the ridiculous sight before him. Usually, he wasn’t one to look to his eldest brother for help. There was some dangerous hatred he harboured for him deep in his heart after all. But he was so confused and conflicted, he couldn’t fight the urge to seek guidance from him.

-Lucifer didn’t know how long it had been since he last saw his youngest brother be that openly vulnerable. It felt like an eternity now, to be honest. He was like a rock hard, clamped sea shell since their fall as angels. He walked over to him and placed his hand on Belphie’s shoulder. For the first time in millenniums, his brother didn’t try to swat it away.

-“Lilith is back.”

-That was all he needed. Those three words. As soon as Lucifer finished his sentence, he ran straight into his siblings who were still crying on the floor. He almost bulldozed them over if it wasn’t for Beel’s strength. The youngest landed on top of them, almost starting to cry as well. Beel, seemingly tired himself out so much that he went a bit limp in Lilith’s arms, still gripping onto her for dear life as if she were on the verge of disappearing again.

-“MC is dead.”

-It was a horribly timed moment to drop that bomb in, to be fair. Lucifer tried saying it as casually as he could but he could hear his own voice crack and see his own hands tremble. His mind was focused but his body had betrayed him. The twins were so into the moment, so glad to see their sister after all this time, it was almost like they didn’t hear him. So he repeated the statement, this time in a more composed manner. Belphie immediately reacted. He got off his siblings and straightened his back, glaring at Lucifer in shock from the other side of the room. Beel stayed where he was, but craned his neck to gawk at Lucifer, who was standing solemnly, waiting for the predicted chaos. Lilith closed her eyes and winced.

-Beel was in outright denial which was surprising. He wouldn’t, or rather refused, to accept that you could be dead. I mean, the idea itself was propestrous, right? You’ve almost died once and you managed to outdo death. Or more accurately, your future self did. You could do it again, couldn’t you? Just the image of you laying dead somewhere was enough to send him in panic and another, this time almost silent, meltdown. He seized fistfuls of his hair and pulled, as a method of escaping the pain that came with the thoughts of you and death being correlated in any way. If Lilith’s death wasn’t enough to push him over the edge, this sure as hell was. Could demons go insane? Probably. Beel certainly felt like he was. Even with Lilith there comforting him, he had the impression he couldn’t stand or even look up from the floor.

-Belphie didn’t make a move to aid his brother or help his sister. He stood, teeth gritted and jaw clenched, staring at his oldest brother with an odd gleam in his eyes. For a few moments, he was motionless. Then, he turned on his heel and marched out of the attic, slamming the door behind him so hard that the whole room shook. Lucifer didn’t try to stop him. It would be meaningless anyway. He wouldn’t listen to him. And his sister was still occupied with Beel, who kept mumbling with tears trailing down his cheeks about everything being his fault and not being there when he should have.

-The twins did not even go through the same stages of mourning their brothers did. Beel was dealing with the grief of someone incredibly close to him by eating even more than he normally would, causing his siblings quite a bit of concern. But they couldn’t argue much. He was the epitome of gluttony in the end. Belphie didn’t change much in terms of his daily activities. He slept as much as he could during the day. And at night, he stargazed as he always did. But more bitterly than usual, despising the fact that he wasn’t going to enjoy another starry night with you ever again. He didn’t blame you for dying. He was angry you left and to do something so stupid as bringing Lilith back in return for your lost soul. He was angry you couldn’t be selfish for once and let yourself be happy with them.

-He was angry at Mammon too. He learned he was supposed to be with you earlier that day. He wasn’t. And now the two aren’t speaking. For some reason, he is slightly upset with Lucifer too but that is only because he was the one who delivered the sad news. But most of all, he was very furious with himself. Because he promised that he would never let anything happen to you again after the whole choking incident. He swore on his honour as a demon to protect you and he couldn’t.

-Don’t tell him they’re bringing another exchange student in. He will kill them. He 100% will kill them. He doesn’t want to replace you. And neither does Beel. He would probably eat the new student within a few minutes. But it would take a while until all of that is sorted out. After all, even Diavolo himself is bound to be mourning in his own way. Not like you were meant to know, but you were definitely the favourite child exchange student.

-It wasn’t fair you had to leave. It wasn’t fair that you didn’t even get to say goodbye. It wasn’t fair that the three of you couldn’t spend more time together. Beel won’t be able to ever taste your cooking again and Belphie won’t have anyone to cuddle with in the morning and be generally lazy with. And again, they had even more of a reason to curse their father for ruining the one good thing that’s happened to them since their glory days as angels.

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-The 7 brothers will continue to grieve your death for the rest of eternity, be assured. Their sister just as much of course. And at some point, the whole of DevilDom had to in a way as the prince himself wasn’t his usual, peppy self. At least Lilith’s presence had a calming effect on them but not one that could compare to the trauma of knowing you were truly gone. They would wait and with time, there will be healing.

-Except time doesn’t heal anyone’s wounds. It just teaches them how to deal with the pain.

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This took so much longer than planned, Jesus Christ! I guess I was really unhappy with it at some point and gave up, then sort of rewrote it which took a while. And now it’s done! I’m sort of proud on how it turned out. A bit cliche but I feel like it created the right atmosphere. Also, the last quote above is a favourite of mine that I thought would be a good idea to add in.

The twins are joined because I thought it would not only save time but also make more sense since the two are together almost all the time. Hope no one is upset I didn’t do the twins separately, it would’ve taken even longer then!

To add, 1,080 followers???? Wtf, I haven’t even posted anything in a while, thank you so much! You’re all too nice istg.

@doggonudez asked me to tag them in this post, so I hope this actually works lmao.

Al~

[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. 

[aspiring-wildfire]

MAG 166

Martin’s so unbothered and curious i love him

God the way Jon talks about killing not!sasha he sounds like he’s trying to convince himself like no!! Babe!!! You did good!!!!

Is Helen coming out of a frickin trapdoor??

Helen: I Will Cause Problems On Purpose

I love my knife wife

I feel like the eye ruling has interesting and alarming implications for the rest of the season and i am Afraid

Jon confirmed as the eye’s favorite avatar

I love how chill Martin is abt Jon being like top eldritch fear entity he’s just like “oh okay dope”

“Because I’m ashamed, Martin! Ashamed I destroyed the world and am being rewarded for it, the fact that I can walk safe through all this horror I’ve created like a fucking tourist, destroying whoever i please, the fact that I enjoyed it and the fact that there are so many others that i still want to revenge myself on!” JON BABY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH STOP THINKING YOU’RE EVIL AND BAD PLEASE (also does this mean Jon is the archives’ new Designated Sayer of Fuck??)

“...no,no i actually think you’re good on that front” “what?” “Yeah, i think we should go for it, get our murder on” FUCK YES MARTIN BLACKWOOD MURDEROUS BITCH OF MY HEART god they’re so perfect together and Martin is just so fucking genre savvy like he’s not abt to start feeling bad for killing monsters fuck that 100000/10, Martin i adore u

“Yes, Martin!” Helen’s so delighted omfg

“If you want to stop them and have the power to, then, they yeah, lets do it, let’s go full kill bill!” fuck it up baby

“...I- I haven’t seen it” god Jon youre such a dork i love you so much

“Oh Martin, I am so proud of you! Can I come?” Simultaneously: “no” (Jon’s exasperation here is adorable) “so that’s a strong maybe then?” Helen is peak chaotic energy she’s just vibin i love it

“Well, I’ll see you avenging angels later, don’t be strangers!” Helen you’re a delight

Did the buried just change people into worms?? I mean thats horrifying but also an odd choice

Poor Sam

“When had the crushing pressure in his chest become literal?” Oof okay that hits a little close to home

Oh wait the idea of the buried just making the metaphorical crushing weight of debt and poverty and stuff literal is... really unsettling and really fucking cool

What would happen if you escaped the buried in this world and just like... tripped into the vast? Like would that scare you or would it just be lik, catharsis?

Jonny’s really coming for capitalism in this season and I for one am absolutely onboard

This has really just further complicated my thoughts on the Buried

Like I’ve always been mostly okay with it and the idea of just having weight on you sounds kind of nice (weighted blankets are literally made for this im not weird for thinking it) but like,,, this statement is very unsettling and the thought of being just crushed and stationary for so long is A Lot

Woah wait the rain in the new world is tears from the eye that is so so cool

Jonny’s worldbuilding is amazing man

Oh god this is so fucking sad and so upsetting like to work so hard to get to the surface and then just be washed back down when you’re so close

Eughh no I get why the myth of Sysiphus is so unsettling

Choosing between fear and despair is an anxiety and depression #mood

Oh god the fighting between Sam and Richard and them chewing through each other oh my god i think I’m gonna be sick

Wow Jonny really said “the poor and working class tear each other apart for the dream of an unreachable future while trapped in the horrifying inescapable system of oppression that is capitalism” and i think that’s very sexy of him

“God i hate the buried” me too Jon me too (also how much trauma did that probably just dredge up for him oh my god)

Martin just being really fucking bored while waiting for Jon is so fucfking funny omg

“Come on Jon, how long does it take to describe scary mud” BABE

The muffled screaming is awful a+ soundscaping Alex

Martin interacting somewhat normally with all the victims they come across is my favorite like he’s really just taking it all in stride

“Seriously? A spade? isn’t that like, kind of insensitive?? Given where you are???” Martin just not having it with the Web’s shit is the best thing and i love him

he’s really just not fucking playing along with Annabel huh what a bitch i love you Martin

“I want to help you, of course” “no, thank you” what a genre savvy angel

Martin really just hung up on the head avatar of the entity of manipulation and pulling strings what a fucking power move

*faint sounds of distant wailing* “i know, right?” MARTIN

Honestly ofc he talks to all these people who cant respond or even hear him he talked to the tape recorders i really shouldn’t be surprised

[pocmuzings]

god the whole "oh my muse will protect" line when it comes to minority / diverse muses is so overplayed .. like bitch my muse is trans sure but they don't need your goddamn protection and they sure as hell don't need the protection of every muse in the rp. the thought is nice but it's not like they're the avatar hiding from the fire nation, they're a normal person

I AGREE.  im so sick of minorities needing to be seen as ‘protected’ or ppl think that makes them Weaker or Softer . like . no . just bc my minority is nice doesnt mean that theyre weak . it doesnt mean they need ‘protecting ‘ . it means they need some fucking solid plots that arent degrading to them bc u think of them as inherently weaker then u .