#my exact thought was “I think they might kill me if U asked for a pepsi

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Based off true events

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pls tell me u screenshotted the whole thing im busy with some other famfom stuff rn i wanna read it so bad

LOL I literally just copy pasted it into notes bc I still had the window open when I heard he deleted it so find below….

Back in July, I promised you some further thoughts about Blood and Cheese… and Maelor the Missing… after my commentary on the first two episodes of HotD season 2, “A Son for a Son” and “Rhaenyra the Cruel.”

Those were terrific episodes:  well written, well directed, powerfully acted.   A great way to kick off the new season.   Fans and critics alike seemed to agree.  There was only one aspect of the episodes that drew significant criticism: the handling of Blood and Cheese, and the death of Prince Jaehaerys.   From the commentary I saw on line,  opinion was split there.   The readers of FIRE & BLOOD found the sequence underwhelming, a disappointment, watered down from what they were expecting.   Viewers who had not read the book had no such problems.   Most of them found the sequence a real gut-punch, tragic, horrifying, nightmarish, etc.   Some reported being reduced to tears.

I found myself agreeing with both sides.

In my book, Aegon and Helaena have three children, not two.  The twins, Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, are six years old.  They have a younger brother, Maelor, who is two.   When Blood and Cheese break in on Helaena and the kids, they tell her they are debt collectors come to exact revenge for the death of Prince Lucerys: a son for a son.  As Helaena has  two sons, however,  they demand that she choose which one should die.   She resists and offers her own life instead, but the killers insist it has to be a son.  If she does not  name one, they will kill all three of the children.   To save the life of the twins, Helaena names Maelor.    But Blood kills the older boy, Jaehaerys, instead, while Cheese tells little Maelor that his mother wanted him dead.    (Whether the boy is old enough to understand that is not at all certain).

That’s not how it happens on the show.   There is no Maelor in HOUSE OF THE DRAGON, only the twins (both of whom look younger than six, but I am no sure judge of children’s ages, so I can’t be sure how old they are supposed to be).   Blood can’t seem to tell the twins apart, so Helaena is asked to reveal which one is the boy.  (You would think a glance up his PJs would reveal that, without involving the mother).  Instead of offering her own life to save the kids, Helaena offers them a necklace.   Blood and Cheese are not tempted.  Blood saws Prince Jaehaerys’s head off.   We are spared the sight of that; a sound effect suffices.   (In the book, he lops the head off with a sword).

It is a bloody, brutal scene, no doubt.  How not?  An innocent child is being butchered in front of his mother.

I still believe the scene in the book is stronger.  The readers have the right of that.   The two killers are crueler in the book.  I thought the actors who played the killers on the show were excellent… but the characters are crueler, harder, and more frightening in FIRE & BLOOD.   In the show, Blood is a gold cloak.   In the book, he is aformer gold cloak, stripped of his office for beating a woman to death.    Book Blood is the sort of man who might think making a woman choose which of her sons should die is amusing, especially when they double down on the wanton cruelty by murdering the boy she tries to save.    Book Cheese is worse too; he does not kick a dog, true, but he does not have a dog, and he’s the one who tells Maelor that his mom wants him head.   I would also suggest that Helaena shows more courage, more strength in the book, by offering her own own life to save her son.   Offering a piece of jewelry is just not  the same.

As I saw it, the “Sophie’s Choice” aspect was the strongest part of the sequence, the darkest, the most visceral.   I hated to lose that.   And judging from the comments on line, most of the fans seemed to agree.

When Ryan Condal first told me what he meant to do, ages ago (back in 2022, might be) I argued against it, for all these reasons.    I did not argue long, or with much heat, however.   The change weakened the sequence, I felt, but only a bit.   And Ryan had what seemed to be practical reasons for it; they did not want to deal with casting another child, especially a two-year old toddler.  Kids that young will inevitably slow down production, and there would be budget implications.   Budget was already an issue on HOUSE OF THE DRAGON, it made sense to save money wherever we could.   Moreover, Ryan assured me that we were not losing Prince Maelor, simply postponing him.   Queen Helaena could still give birth to him in season three, presumably after getting with child late in season two.   That made sense to me, so I withdrew my objections and acquiesced to the change.

I still love the episode, and the Blood and Cheese sequence overall.   Losing the “Helaena’s Choice” beat did weaken the scene, but not to any great degree.  Only the book readers would even notice its absence; viewers who had never read FIRE & BLOOD would still find the scenes heart-rending.   Maelor did not actually DO anything in the scene, after all.   How could he?  He was only two years old.

There is another aspect to the removal of the young princeling, however.

Those of you who hate spoilers should STOP READING HERE.   Spoilers will follow, at least for the readers among you.  If you have never read FIRE & BLOOD, maybe it does not matter, because all I am going to “spoil” here are things that happen in the book that may NEVER happen on the series.   Starting with Maelor himself.

Sometime between the initial decision to remove Maelor, a big change was made.   The prince’s birth was no longer just going to be pushed back to season 3.  He was never going to be born at all.   The younger son of Aegon and Helaena would never appear.

Most of you know about the Butterfly Effect, I assume.

Yes, there was a movie with that title a few years back.   It’s a familiar concept in chaos theory as well.   But most science fiction fans were first exposed to the idea in Ray Bradbury’s classic time travel story, “A Sound of Thunder,” wherein a time traveler from the present panics and crushes a butterfly while hunting a T-Rex.  When he returns to his own time, he discovers that the world has changed in huge and frightening ways.  One dead butterfly has rewritten history.  The lesson being that change begets change, and even small and seemingly insignificant alterations to a timeline — or a story — can have a profound effect on all that follows.

Maelor is a two year old toddler in FIRE & BLOOD, but like our butterfly he has an impact on the story all out of proportion to his size.   The readers among you may recall that when it appears that Rhaenyra and her blacks are about to capture King’s Landing, Queen Alicent becomes concerned for the safety of Helaena’s remaining children, and takes steps to save them by smuggling them out of the city.   The task is given is two knights of the Kingsguard.   Ser Willis Fell is commanded to deliver Princess Jaehaera to the Baratheons at Storm’s End, while Maelor is given over to Ser Rickard Thorne to be escorted across the Mander to the protection of the Hightower army on its way to King’s Landing.

Willis Fell delivers Jaehaera safely to the Baratheons at Storm’s End, but Ser Rickard fares less well.   He and Maelor get as far as Bitterbridge, where he is revealed as a Kingsuard in a tavern called the Hogs Head.   Once discovered, Ser Rickard fights bravely to protect his young charge and bring him to safety, but he does not even make it across the bridge before some crossbows bring him down,  Prince Maelor is torn from his arms.. and then, sadly, ripped to pieces by the mob fighting over the boy and the huge reward that Rhaenyra has offered for his capture and return.

Will any of that appear on the show?   Maybe… but I don’t see how.   The butterflies would seem to prohibit it.  You could perhaps make Ser Rickard’s ward be Jaehaera instead of Maelor, but Jaehaera can’t be killed, she has a huge role to play as Aegon’s next heir.   Could maybe make  Maelor a newborn instead of a two year old, but that would scramble up the timeline, which is a bit of a mess already.   I have no idea what Ryan has planned — if indeed he has planned anything — but given Maelor’s absence from episode 2, the simplest way to proceed would be just to drop him entirely, lose the bit where Alicent tries to send the kids to safety, drop Rickard Thorne or send him with Willis Fell so Jaehaera has two guards.

From what I know, that seems to be what Ryan is doing here.   It’s simplest, yes, and may make sense in terms of budgets and shooting schedules.  But simpler is not better.   The Bitterbridge scene has tension, suspense, action, bloodshed, a bit of heroism and a lot of tragedy.  Rickard Thorne  is a tertiary character at best, most viewers (as opposed to readers) will never know he is gone, since they never knew him at all… but I rather liked giving him his brief moment of heroism, a taste of the courage and loyalty of the Kingsguard, regardless of whether they are black or green.

The butterflies are not done with us yet, however.  In the book, when word of Prince Maelor’s death and the grisly manner of his passing (pp. 505) reaches the Red Keep, that proves to be the thing that drives Queen Helaena to suicide.   She could barely stand to look at Maelor, knowing that she chose him to die in the “Sophie’s Choice” scene… and now he is dead in truth, her words having come true.   The grief and guilt are too much for her to bear.

In Ryan’s outline for season 3, Helaena still kills herself… for no particular reason.   There is no fresh horror, no triggering event to overwhelm the fragile young queen.

And the final butterfly follows soon thereafter.

Queen Helaena, a sweet and gentle soul, is much beloved by the smallfolk of King’s Landing.  Rhaenyra was not, so when rumors began to arise that Helaena did not kill herself, but rather was murdered at Rhaenyra’s command, the commons are quick to believe them.   “That night King’s Landing rose in bloody riot,” I wrote on p. 506 of FIRE & BLOOD.   It is the beginning of the end for Rhaenyra’s rule over the city, ultimately leading to the Storming of the Dragonpit and the rise of the Shepherd’s mob that drives Rhaenyra to flee the city and return to Dragonstone… and her death.

Maelor by himself means little.   He is a small child, does not have a line of dialogue, does nothing of consequence but die… but where and when and how, that does matter.   Losing Maelor weakened the end of the Blood and Cheese sequence, but it also cost us the Bitterbridge scene with all its horror and heroism, it undercut the motivation for Helaena’s suicide, and that in turn sent thousands into the streets and alleys, screaming for justice for their “murdered” queen.   None of that is essential, I suppose… but all of it does serve a purpose, it all helps to tie the story lines together, so one thing follows another in a logical and convincing manner.

What will we offer the fans instead, once we’ve killed these butterflies?   I have no idea.   I do not recall that Ryan and I ever discussed this, back when he first told me they were pushing back on Aegon’s second son.   Maelor himself is not essential… but if losing him means we also lose Bitterbridge, Helaena’s suicide, and the riots, well… that’s a considerable loss.

And there are larger and more toxic butterflies to come, if HOUSE OF THE DRAGON goes ahead with some of the changes being contemplated for seasons 3 and 4…

GRRM

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⛈☂ Mall Emo, Mall Time, Mall Crime!☂⛈

 • (human!Marshall Lee x reader)  • r a t i n g: t e e n & u p • 2 1 0 3  w o r d s  • p o s t e d 04.10.2023     🌧 navigation  • s u m m a r y: what do you do when the cashier at a store is a dick? cheese it!

You couldn't wait to see Marshall again. Even though you had seen him a few days ago, you couldn't help but brim with happiness at the thought of seeing him again. You felt electrified, no matter how dumb that sounded, it was exactly how you felt. You smudged on dark eyeliner, pulled on your skinniest jeans, decked out your wrists with enough bracelets to cut off circulation, and wrapped one too many belts around your hips.

Two to be exact.

When you saw Marshall you practically strangled his waist with your grip. He sighed and hugged back.

"Are you trying to kill me or are you just happy to see me?" He said, strained. You pulled back enough to see his face. His beautiful, otherworldly face, his piercings, and his relaxed, dark eyes, which had a red undertone.

"I am never letting you go," You mumbled as you embraced him one more time before pulling away.

"Way to break a promise." He laughed, raising his brows and walking by your side to the entrance of the AAA Mall, one of the only malls around.

"I meant that in a more… metaphorical sense." You shrugged with a smile. Even the annoying mall, with all its lights and people and sounds, couldn't make you upset around Marshall. You were low-key obsessed with that man. In a mostly healthy way.

You walked through the mall, having been there quite a few times before. Why meet in a mall? There wasn't… a particular reason. It was one of the only notable places around. Sometimes you got food there that was edible. The vibes were okay, and Marshall liked staring at the Gridsound displays from time to time. Now that you thought of it, that was the biggest reason.

The AAA Mall wasn't crowded most days either, and you two, both unemployed artists, went there on the dead days- Monday through Friday. When the stores were a relative ghost town. That suited your sensory and human sensitivities. Nothing was worse than people staring at you. Besides the dry sound of dry skin on extremely dry paper, or nail filing. It felt like the sound itself filed down on your teeth. You never quite figured out why people stared. Was it your fashion? Were people that bored? Theorizing was useless. All it did was make you more anxious.

You looked up at Marshall. When you just started hanging out, he asked why you were looking at him like that, but eventually, he accepted that at times you stared like a cat at the nearest object. He was understanding, and whenever you needed some help, he was there. He was a good guy. A little bit of trouble, but you were too, and that was fun.

"It's cold in here. I can feel my blood turning into ice cubes…" You shivered, speeding up your pace as you looked around at blank mannequins and generic posters of conventional-looking white people. The embodiment of salt as seasoning.

"Hm?" Marshall blinked, glancing at you. "I think it's fine." He slipped his hand into yours, and you gasped.

"I'm convinced you're cold-blooded," You murmured, his hand cool and dry, his black nail polish chipped under your fingers.

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?" His calm voice was not suited for the absurdity of that phrase.

"Dude… why the hell would you ask me that?" He feigned immense devastation at your sound question.

"So, you wouldn't?" He stopped, giving you the saddest look.

"You should've been a darn actor…. of course I would. Now let's move, my something is about to fall off." You pulled him behind yourself gently. You passed by a breakfast diner called Kingdom. Not even. Their pancakes were super soggy.

Every store was a carbon copy of the next and the last, clothes so blank they were fit for a pharmaceutical ad. Warning- buying these clothes might be deadly. You'll die of boredom. Unless you only wear a shirt and nothing else. You know what they say, public indecency is a fashion statement! For the record nothing is wrong with being basic; it's fun to make fun of capitalistic copycats which probably don't even let their workers pee in a bottle, all for an off-white cardigan fit for a widow cosplay. You could even get a handkerchief in the pharmacy nearby.

Marshall slowed and you both marveled at the display- the store. Electric guitars with glossy, colorful, and rich exteriors, mics that cost as much as two pairs of eyeballs on the black market. The store was also filled with various tech. The interior was red and orange, covered with a checker pattern. No one was inside, only the cashier. They were taking a nap on the counter. Soft music played on the speakers. The sign above the entrance flickered. "Gridsound", lit up by a warm glow.

Around the corner was one of the most interesting shops in the AAA Mall, which said something. Flame Topic, a huge corporation trying to make money off people with an alternative style, essentially the same widow cosplay repackaged in a leathery, dark package.

You passed by it as you waved to one of the clerks, a person you knew, Flamber. A funky name for a funky person who was much better than that store but didn't wanna be another unemployed hoodlum.

The store right next to it was an exceptionally empty craft store, Raggedart. The cashier had resorted to doodling in a sketchbook, seated between the aisles. He wore a frumpy, muted in color, messily stitched-together sweater. You turned your head to the side.

Gum & Dia. The owner was Dia Gumm Baldwin, an older woman who had as much scandal surrounding her as she did money.

You hated that store and all of its tacky fast fashion, but the belts seemed okay. Just the belts. You wandered around it, pondering if you should get anything. Marshall was encouraging, at times to fault, so you stayed quiet as you pictured your life with a particular pair of socks. Riveting stuff.

There were a handful of people in the store, and its open nature made you worried, your shoulders tensing and nails digging into your palms. A clerk in all green and a green hoodie over their head with spikes atop it spoke to a couple of customers, gesturing to another section of the store.

You stood closer to Marshall.

"The cashier is looking at me funny… they can't handle the autistic swag," You whispered. He chuckled.

After a lot of meandering around the store, you settled on some belts. Marshall didn't seem interested in getting anything, instead inspecting the enticing crap around the checkout as you paid for your crap, setting the money on the register.

The cashier, a woman with brown hair and a crazy look to her glared at you. She looked so mad you'd think she was staring at an arch-enemy of hers.

"That's not enough."

You dug through your wallet, but no matter how many times you counted the money, you couldn't get the number right, or you didn't have enough money, hell knew, by that point your brain was shutting down.

Your mind blanked, your heart filled with panic and nonsense. You shook, feeling cold yet hot, everything in your eyes blurring and time stopping yet going too fast at the same time. It felt like a nightmare- a nightmare where a tsunami was about to wash over you, and you stood stupid, frozen by icelava. The scenario? Entirely different. The feeling? The utter dread? The same.

You didn't only stand stupid, you felt stupid. You wished you could control it. Control the anxiety.

Marshall found your hand. You didn't react, hand limp and cold. You tried to ground yourself. You were floating off into nowhere mentally as the judgement of the customers and cashier built.

"Ugh, what a weirdo, how can it take so long to pay?" Said a person behind you in line. The person next to them snickered.

"Can you please move it? What, are you scared or something?" The cashier had an air of suffocating smugness about her, glaring at you. You searched for a shred of understanding in her face. She flicked a crumpled-up check at you, and you could only stare in horror.

"Probably one of those people afraid of the world. One of those "mentally ill" ones, you know, the ones seeking attention," Whispered one of the people behind you as though you didn't hear. Not like they have a shit if you did.

Marshall strained to not strum the cashier a new one, also standing like a deer in headlights. An all too familiar reaction to conflict from him. He leaned down to you.

"I'm not saying we should take the stuff and run, but, if you want to, we totally could," He whispered, standing up straight right after as if he hadn't said a thing to you.

Your eyes darted to the register. Your mind went fast, thinking of the pros and cons. It all merged into a big lump of panic. You were filled with feverish worry.

You grabbed the things, gripping them for dear life, running toward the exit as fast as you could. Marshall was nearly perfectly in sync with you.

You ran out of the store and the belts beeped loudly, security chasing after you. Your mind and muscles screamed at you, but you yelled over them.

"You're way too supportive!" You addressed Marshall. You glanced back. The guards were hot on your trail of petty theft. They pulled out their walkie-talkies and gave you icy looks from under deeply furrowed brows. Their thick black and white uniforms, making them look like penguins, slowed them down significantly.

"Sorry for being nice and great and the best," Marshall murmured with utter seriousness as you breezed past the front entrance and past to the parking and beyond. You turned around and around until you were far enough to catch a breather.

You both panted. Your heart burned with cold fire and you buzzed and shook with excitement.

"I don't even want these…" You blinked slowly at the belts in your hands, the post-shoplifting clarity hitting you like a Mitsubishi 3000GT VR-4 Spyder. Your panic had begun to ebb and it felt awful. Also like getting hit by a Mitsubishi 3000GT VR-4 Spyder.

Marshall looked down at what he had grabbed with even more confusion than you. He had grabbed random crap. A pair of chains with crosses and a black face mask with a cat on it.

"Neither do I care about this chain. Do you want it?" He asked unsurely. Your eyes sparkled. Shinies.

"I'll have that." You grabbed them out of his hands, dropping them into your pockets.

"I care more about those assholes judging us," Marshall sighed, leaning against a wall. You hummed and frowned.

"I don't get it, is it so hard to stay outta our business? Do I have a sign on my back saying JUDGE ME?" You raised your arms to the heavens.

"I sure didn't put one there," He replied with a mischievous tone. You huffed, glancing at him up and down.

"You wouldn't do that."

You looked at your back.

"It's true, I care about you. It's my dirty secret." He turned away, covering his face dramatically.

"Awww! You're rotten!" You shoved him ever so softly. He looked to the side.

"In more ways than one." You fastened the belts around your hips, tags still on. Marshall raised a brow, silently questioning your sanity. He should've done that when he met you. Too late now.

"If anyone questions me I'll turn them into protein powder." You smoothed out your clothes, crossing your arms.

Marshall opened his mouth. He closed it, giving a thumbs up and a shaky grin.

"Let's go to the City Of Thieves bar and then home." You stretched, walking. He followed without question. He tended to do that, especially if you were in a new place, he was like a lost puppy.

"Home?"

"My apartment." You glanced at him.

"Sounds good." He smiled softly, reaching his long arm around your shoulders.

You waited at the bus stop. The bus rolled in, coming to a slow halt. You got on and made your way to the last seat which was almost always empty. The bus was pretty empty too.

"I am not paying for this bus," You whispered to Marshall as you stared outside at the sunset. His grip tightened around your shoulders comfortingly, pulling you into him.

You could hear his smirk.

"Me neither."

[pinkberrypocky]

pmmm rewatch live notes: ep 1

ive been rewatching pmmm w my friends who haven't seen it before and have decided that i am incapable of being normal abt it so uhhh.... gonna dump the notes i took during ep 1 here. they are entirely incomprehensible ramblings of a madman but the goal is to synthesize some actual analysis once im done w the watch through. im convinced there is significant color symbolism related to the colors of the holy quintet but idk the exact symbolism for each color so there's a good amount of notes of just instances of those colors that i think could help me pin down the symbolism later on so there's that too a gift for u (or i guess a hurdle if u don't care abt color symbolism but honestly if u don't care abt color symbolism i don't understand u). idk i thought it might be silly for like maybe 1 other guy out there. also my friends bullied me into it (read: hyped me up about it until i relented)

ok buckle in folks this is solidly two pages on google docs

first scene happens bc madoka remembers it from another timeline 

spiraling time is it the future or the past does it even matter

brightest thing in intro is her hair ribbons bc they are what links madoka and homura across time and space 

everything else is desaturated

god madoka w her in the intro bc god madoka saves and treats all the magical girls like that when she saves them from their witch future 

hard to tell what the world is like bc does it even matter 

no matter what the setting is homura will fail to save madoka and madoka will sacrifice herself 

also adds to the eerie effect 

madoka’s mom tells her to use the red ribbon

madoka never chose her fate for herself, she’s always doing what others want and what she thinks is best for others 

the scenery has a weird juxtaposition of greenery and industrial things which mirrors the juxtaposition of the magical girl stereotype and the psychological horror reality 

the classrooms are like bird cages 

homura walks in like she’s not seeing everyone and not really there bc she’s living in the past which is also the future 

THE ANGLE WHEN HOMURA FIRST TALKS TO MADOKA

like idk what that loom w the dramatic lighting means but it means Something

the way homura doesn’t hide that she knows the way to the nurses office shows that she’s getting desperate and tired of this cycle

insisting that madoka call her homura even though they “just met” shows how important their relationship is and how much she yearns for their old dynamic 

when she confronts madoka in the hall she shows emotion for the first time showing how much she cares about this 

it seems cruel but in reality she is grasping at straws to protect madoka 

she doesn’t care if she has to be seen as cold as long as madoka is safe

homura knows the math so well bc it’s the same every single fucking time

the symbolism of kyubey with the spikey evil statue that’s all rusty and the shadow where it merges w him 

when madoka reveals she has seen homura in a dream and they brush it off bc haha we’re just middle schoolers this is a magical girl anime nothing weird would happen

red in the scene where homura tries to kill kyubey… kyoko’s color… what does red represent in this show?

kyubey reaches out to madoka asking to be saved bc he knows that’s her weak spot , that she will always jump into danger to save other regardless of her own well being 

when homura appears trying to kill kyubey there are chains what could this represent 

chained to her cycle, chained to kyubey, chained to madoka 

they form the shape of a cross bc homura is jesus, she takes the brunt of the harm and the blame in an effort to save the others 

use of collage in the witch labyrinths is disorienting and jarring it doesn’t fit and it’s confusing and creepy and unsettling 

language is similar to german at times maybe a reference to historical german witches 

sayaka protects madoka in a  hug like embrace when they first end up in the labyrinth symbolizing the way she is to the end a protector

mami makes sure to act unbothered and not scared when she meets them to keep her persona of a magical girl who saves ppl despite the horrors of the reality 

the fact that mami uses guns alludes to the horror of magical girls hidden just beneath the surface 

the use of the word contract also shows the severity and adult nature of what they are about to embark on

[nogenderbee]

TYSM<333 Ok- so like obey me boys(everyone but if you don't want to I'm thinking Levi, Satan, Solomon, Beel and Belphie) x reader who's a witch? Like practices divination, tarot, spells, maybe deity work? I'm a witch myself and I practice most of these things. (If u need any help can can totally help u with like practices, and other things witches practice)

Thank u<33

~Indigo🎠

Oh my yes! All Obey Me squad was a little too much so I picked your preferred team! To be honest I was interested in witchcraft some time ago but then gave up, although I still do tarot! So I hope I won't get much things wrong and that you enjoy <3

Levi, Satan, Beel, Belphie, Solomon with witch!reader

SPOILERS: for lessons 16 not sure if it's this lesson tho- for Belphie

⊱ oh? So you're a witch? Huh, maybe that's how he will get second elder give him his money back...

⊱ those are first thoughts Levi had when he discovered that you're a witch, second thoughts were like "alright, definitely not pissing them off and not going out of my room untill exchange program is over" do I really need to mention he HAD to get out at some point?

⊱ at first he's very distant from you, not only he's scared of socializing but he's also not good at it, so he doesn't want to accidentally piss you off and experience witch's wrath

⊱ although as the time pass and both of you warm up to each other, he starts seeing you as character from that one anime with way too long name where main character was a witch!

⊱ whenever you practice any witchcraft while he's around, he'll get excited saying how he saw the exact same or similiar enough spell in anime

"OMG!! You're just like the main character from [insert way too long anime name] while they were casting spell to kill the final boss blocking their way!"

⊱ he's too scared to help you with anything though... so I'm afraid you'd have to ask one of his other brothers

⊱ Satan definitely figured out by himself that you're a witch, be it because of reek of magic or maybe cards he saw peeking out of your bag

⊱ definitely knows some spells that you don't and uses it asking you for many favors which depend on your relationship

⊱ he'll either ask you to pull a prank on his eldest brother or something like that or will tease you asking for passionate kiss if you're together

⊱ if you ever want to practice something, he's always up for that since he knows a lot and he probably will be very helpful for you

⊱ but don't expect him to hold back any criticism, although he's not completely mean either, he'll just say his honest opinion and then tell you better way to do it

"You're really casting it like that? Sure it is good if you want to risk your life. Before you do all of that you should..."

⊱ definitely asks you for tarot reading before pulling a prank on Lucifer and depending on the result, he'll either do it himself or make someone else do it for him

⊱ don't worry tho, he won't use you, he might not be scared of you but he still doesn't want a witch to be mad at him

⊱ Beel is probably the only one who doesn't care if you're a witch or not

⊱ like... it's nice that you know magic so well and you're interested in it because he's really supportive of it but he doesn't see why he should see you in other way

⊱ as a demon, he met witches (maybe not much, but he did) and mostly didn't had anything against them

⊱ if you ask him tho, he'd gladly help you with whatever you might need, just expect he'll be snacking a bit while doing it

⊱ but if you specifically told him not to eat while helping you with anything you might've wanted, then he'll try his best to not do it but expect him to not last long

"YN... we have been doing it for a while now... can I just get myself one small snack?"

⊱ if it happens that he knows a spell or anything that you don't, then he'll even offer himself to help you with it

⊱ I LOVE BEEL, HE SO TEDDYBEAR

⊱ definitely gets you any resources you can't necessarily get yourself

⊱ Belphie knew you're not a normal human the first time you entered the attic

⊱ I mean... demons can tell if someone or something is magical or not, so it's not a surprise that he could tell that you have much to do with magic

⊱ and so when he finally discovered that you're a witch, he kind of started to consider if you're not gonna turn him into a frog after killing you like some witches would

⊱ but once your relationship gets better, he becomes really supportive of all of this

⊱ he knows a bit of spells so he'd be glad to help you with some if you'd ever need any help

⊱ he's probably also interested in tarot reading or divination, so you can give him reading for practice with sure that he won't make fun of you because he'll fall asleep faster

"Don't worry, everyone needs practice... I can asleep while you're doing the reading tho, right?"

⊱ to be honest, he's probably a little scared to fall asleep around you tho, especially first few days after killing you

⊱ likes to scare second elder with "be careful or they'll turn you into a frog!", his reactions are just always extremely funny

⊱ Solomon was already interested in getting to know you since the two of you were only humans on Devildom but when he discovered that you're also interested in magic, he become interested in you even more

⊱ he definitely would love to exchange spells, potion recipes and much more with you

⊱ everyone is afraid of you to be honest

⊱ like when you're together, there's high chance you'll end up experimenting with magic and all

⊱ you literally don't even know how many times the two of you failed at casting spell because of distraction that none of you expected (if you're experience tho, fault is probably at his side to be honest)

"Oh, another failed experiment... but I think we're getting closer and closer to discovering our first goal."

⊱ definitely keeps contact with you even after exchange program

⊱ so after your year ends, everyone is relieved because Devildom is not in danger anymore but now human realm is

⊱ you guys would be chaotic duo, I know it

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[tortoisebore]

PERSPECTIVE FLIP — REMUS — DOOR SCENE

specific & unusual asks game!!!

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disclaimer: this is like 2,200 words bc i got carried away and wrote it all in one go on my lunch break. i think it got rid of all my italics in the copy/paste process & i don’t want to take the time to fix it and it is NOT edited and most likely NOT properly aligned to the actual door scene but………,,,,.here u go

(nsfw-ish) (they’re doing lots n lots of kissin)

Sirius was stuttering, fumbling, flailing and covering his face and Remus couldn’t breathe. Words kept spilling from his lips, slipped through his fingers and lay heavy and stagnant in the air between them, but Remus was catching about every other word—maybe less—because this was sounding too much like a confession, too much like an explosion of the exact same type of desperation that had been burrowing restless and hungry in Remus’ chest for two months.

“—and I know it’s selfish for me to disappear and come back again just because you make me feel better, I know that.” Sirius’ voice was frantic, high, too fast.

Remus’ vision was narrowing.

“I don’t want to do that to you but I am selfish, and I missed you, and I needed you, and I can’t—I don’t want there to be nothing, Remus, but I can’t—”

Sirius was still going, still stuttering through that mess of a monologue but Remus’ brain had slammed the brakes, caught at the words ‘I needed you’ and refused to let them go. His heart dropped to the floor, his stomach lurched so hard it hurt and his fingers began buzzing with the same kind of adrenaline he felt before tip off—I needed you.

I needed you.

Sirius stopped abruptly, had said something about ‘stop fucking talking,’ and covered his mouth with his hand, was staring wide-eyed at the baseboards, and Remus wanted to devour him. Wanted to touch and mark and scratch and pull and consume. It enveloped him, blurred everything in his vision besides Sirius’ form across the room, tense, nervous—watched through what felt like a thick fog of want, need as Sirius glanced up, looked at him—

And Remus was gone.

There was no stopping it this time. No convincing himself he was imagining this, no control over the twitch in his fingers, over his mouth as “Sirius,” left his lips before he could think to stop it. It was the only word he knew, the only word he needed—Sirius, Sirius. Sirius.

“Yeah?” And his voice was so small, so timid that the sappy, hopelessly enamored thing in Remus’ chest screamed, banged against his ribs, begged him to go.

“Tell me if I’m wrong.”

It didn’t make sense even in his own head—he hadn’t so much as moved an inch but Sirius was staring at him, unblinking and breathtaking, and nothing could make sense when they were this far apart. Remus couldn’t think with this amount of space between them, needed to be close so bad that for a moment he thought it might kill him.

Sirius said something else, something that sounded like ‘what?’ but wasn’t entirely coherent through the fog around Remus’ head, didn’t even register as a word when all five of his senses were tunnelling, trapped and sucked into the black hole on the other side of the room, and then he was moving. Crossing the space between them, charging towards the black hole, begging to be consumed and ripped apart.

He blinked and his hand was on Sirius’ face—gorgeous, flushed skin hot against his fingers, a pulse flickering wildly against his palm that he wanted to bite, wanted to sink his teeth into, and then he said it again.

“Tell me if I’m wrong.”

It made more sense now, here—Remus was begging to be told no, to be pushed away and forced to stop before the want pulsing hard in his blood pulled him under entirely. His control was wearing thinner by the second, hanging by a thread with that pulse against his skin, the dark, wide set of Sirius’ eyes, the freckle just below the shadow of his lashes that had taunted Remus’ daydreams for months, the slight part of his lips—and he was holding his breath. Waiting, and Remus couldn’t fucking do it anymore. He gave in, let the screaming thing in his chest pull him under, and kissed Sirius.

His skin burned with it, wanted more more more the second their lips brushed but it only took a split second to register that Sirius wasn’t kissing him back. Dread slid down his spine like ice, froze his heart and hurt, and he pulled back fast and looked away, ready to apologize, ready to let Sirius leave—

But then Sirius’ cool fingers were wrapped around his wrist, pressing to his pulse and holding him there, pinning him. Remus didn’t want to have to explain, didn’t want to have to admit that he’d thought of nothing but kissing Sirius for the better part of a month and a half—wanted to worm out of his grip, hide and never come out—until he met Sirius’ eyes again.

His expression hadn’t changed—frozen, wide, dark eyes with a slight ring of gray around blown-out pupils, parted lips that Remus had felt against his own, would never forget the taste of. Sirius shook his head a little, just barely, and breathed a quiet little ‘no’ that Remus didn’t know what to do with. He watched, waited, held his breath, and in the span of a single blink, Sirius was on him again. Pulling him down, letting him in, kissing him back, and Remus’ brain fucking exploded.

And he could have cried, could have fallen to his knees because Sirius was so soft—his lips and his skin and his hair, all soft and malleable beneath Remus’ hands as he finally let himself touch. Sirius’ pulse was still hammering against his palms and within seconds he was making the sweetest little gasps, exhales in the shape of short puffs of breath against Remus’ skin, quick inhales in between kisses. And then Sirius was chasing after him, pulling him closer, silently asking for more with a brush of his tongue across Remus’ lip that nearly had him falling over.

White-hot heat slid down his spine and a low noise left Remus’ throat before he had a chance to stop it. He would have taken a moment to be embarrassed about it if his brain didn’t shut off again at the feel of Sirius’ lip between his teeth, if he didn’t pull something high and breathy from Sirius’ own mouth in return.

He was considering backing Sirius into the wall, or the door—maybe he could fumble his way blindly towards the kitchen and get him bent back over a counter—when Sirius pulled at his hands, tugging them away from his face. The dread was back for a second, cold and icy, ready to drop and send him running, but then Sirius’ arms were flinging around his shoulders, fingers slipping into his hair, nails scratching against the back of his neck, and Remus was on fire again.

He let himself pull Sirius in, got his hands to work with him and slip down Sirius’ back, and he wanted to scream at the feel of his body beneath them. Slight but strong, lean and almost willowy, and he was thinking ahead again, wondering if he could get away with slipping a hand under the back of his shirt, when Sirius’ tongue was back against his lip and the want pulled Remus under again.

Somewhere in the back of his head he was aware that he was moving, pushing Sirius in a random direction until his back hit something solid that Remus hoped was a wall, but his brain went blissfully, beautifully blank the second he let himself taste Sirius’ tongue. And Sirius melted into it, went lax against the wall or the door or wherever the fuck they were and gripped harder at Remus’ hair, pulled another low sound from his throat. He was breathing hard, panting into Remus’ mouth but chasing after him when he tried to pull away and let him catch his breath.

Then it was hands—Sirius’ hands sliding down the sides of his neck and to his chest, pressing firm and then grabbing, slipping low enough that Remus’ fingers went a little shaky before they pushed up under his shirt, cool against his burning skin. And Remus fucking moaned with it, a humiliatingly needy sound that would have made him want to sink through the floor if Sirius didn’t gasp with it, make a sweet little noise of his own and drag his nails down Remus’ stomach in reward, and—

Oh, Remus was going to go fucking insane—he was going to lose his entire goddamn mind and it was Sirius’ fault—instead of feeling satiated with the closeness, satisfied with the feel of Sirius’ hands on his body, his tongue in his mouth, Remus burned with hunger. Need to be closer, need to touch and kiss and taste and mark every inch of his skin, to swallow whole and consume and devour. He’d never needed someone like this before—never felt so entirely overcome with desire even while holding their face and shuddering against their hands on his skin. He felt afraid of the feeling for a moment, in the split second in between biting a little too hard at Sirius’ lip and gasping at the feel of his thumbs toying just under the waistband of his sweats. But there was no place for fear here, there wasn’t room to second-guess or doubt, so Remus gave into it, let it continue to pull him under, would let it tug at his limbs and threaten to drown him until Sirius told him to stop.

He listened when that screaming thing in his chest told him more, let his hands trip down the backs of Sirius’ thighs and tried to mumble some kind of halfhearted request against his lips that he was sure got lost on the way out but Sirius got it anyways—of course he did. Remus pulled him up, felt Sirius’ arms tight around his neck as they found an easy balance and oh, this was better. Sirius pinned against the wall, taller now to give Remus’ neck a break, hands in his hair as Remus’ fingers gripped at his thighs, and yes. This was so much better.

Sirius—gorgeous, smart, fucking perfect Sirius—let his head fall back against the door, pulled in sharp breaths and Remus’ vision narrowed to the pale expanse of his neck, begging to be kissed and licked and bitten, and he thought he might have groaned when he pressed his lips to the line of Sirius’ jaw, worked across to his ear and took a moment to let his teeth catch on the closest piercing. If his eyes had been open they would have rolled back in his head at the taste of his skin, hot and sickly sweet as Remus licked across his pulse and became instantly obsessed with the feel of his hammering heartbeat beneath his tongue.

And Sirius was making the most perfect noises, whimpers and gasps and gorgeous little hums when Remus gave in and sucked a faint mark to his pulse, kissed and tasted the skin around it in some twisted form of apology. His hands were back in Remus’ hair, tangling through it in little jerks in time with his heaving breaths. Then he tugged sharp, pulled Remus away from attacking his neck and kissed him hard, opened his mouth instantly, soft and pliant and perfect.

Remus was thinking about the logistics of getting his fingers on Sirius’ skin, wondering if he could pin him against the wall hard enough to slip a hand under his hoodie when Sirius delivered a sharp, hard tug to his hair. His skin lit up, burned like he’d been electrocuted and his hips jolted forward with it and burned hotter still at the sound Sirius made against his mouth. Every thought in Remus’ head jumped to that feeling, to the noises spilling into his open mouth and the white-hot desire sliding up and down his spine as he did it again—pressed Sirius further into the door, created the friction they’d both unknowingly been craving. He couldn’t stop—did it again and again and again until Sirius was whining against his lips with every thrust forward, until he found enough balance within the rhythm of it to get a hand under Sirius’ hoodie, to press his fingers into his skin and feel all the bone and muscle and blood beneath it, to wonder what it looked like.

He wanted to see, needed to know what his hands looked like on Sirius’ body, needed another glimpse at the tattoo he knew was just under his fingers, needed to watch Sirius writhe and arch and come apart under his touch. Wanted to put him back together when he was done and exist in all the fracture lines left behind.

Remus was working out whether his room or the kitchen counter would be closest—he still had no fucking idea where they were in the hallway, figured his room was probably closest but involved more turns he didn’t feel confident he could achieve blind, but setting up shop on the kitchen counter left less room to spread out. Maybe he could knock all the shit off the table in the corner—he could find another laptop if that one broke in the fall, no problem—

Before he could decide whether the kitchen table was the right height to reach Sirius from his knees, there was a sharp knock on the other side of the wall that sent his heart dropping to his stomach and his body jolting away from Sirius.

They pulled apart so fast that the back of Sirius’ head thunked against what Remus could now see was the dark wood of the front door. Sirius was panting, lips bitten red and spit-slick and perfect, cheeks flushed a gorgeous shade of pink, eyes dark and wide as he froze and stared at Remus in silence.

[bugcatcherwill]

I DON'T EVEN THINK I CAN SAY ANYTHING ABOUT THE LAST CHAPTER MAN [IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE] I JUST. YOU COOKED MAN AS ALWAYS CAN'T FUCKING WAIT FOR THE NEXT ONE

I think I've said this before [I think it was on anon but I SWEAR it was me just before I got comfortable sending asks off of anon out of fear of sounding stupid or something G RHJFJEJFJFJ] but oh my fuck dude Kobb and Rezek's friendship [🏳️‍🌈 /silly] is SO SPECIAL TO ME especially because I've been rereading the earlier chapters of ratc so I can explain the plot better to my qpp and god I love seeing how far they've come it FUCKS ME UP SO BAD /POS

The way they both went from being so distrustful and angry with each other to this IMMENSELY VISCERAL UNBREAKABLE TRUST AND FAITH between them. The way Kobb was the first out of ANYONE that Rezek told about Frifer. The way that Kobb was the first one it felt comfortable/safe enough with to hug [after they left Korok Forest way earlier on in the story] and probably just be that close with in general. THE WAY THEY STILL FIGHT AND ARGUE SOMETIMES BUT ALWAYS MAKE UP AND GROW CLOSER WITH EVERY MISTAKE. The way that in the last chapter Rezek was the one to stop Sledge from charging into the Lynels when they thought it had killed Kobb because it SO INTENSELY BELIEVED AND TRUSTED that Kobb would be okay, and how it knew it was still alive when they all teleported back to Akkala before it even sat back up. GOD YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND THEY MEAN SO MUCH TO ME I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

I've been calling then stormshelter,, thinking of other names but I might just stick with that,, UGG HHHHH THEY'RE SO LOVELY THEY'RE SO IMPORTANT TO ME WILLNYOU COOKED SO HARD WITH YOUR CHARACTERS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

YEAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH

God I could talk about Rezek and Kobb for hours it's unreal. One part that I really love about their dynamic is that usually when you see clashing within the party in fiction it's over misunderstanding and/or hearing the wrong parts of convos (which I can't stand which is why they will never appear here lol)

But no Rezek and Kobb are both "Oh, I understand everything. I just think you're wrong" lajhskdfasdk

I still remember back during the Korok Forest arc where I was like "okay who's going to be the one to get everyone to go back to Rezek". At first I was gonna make it Sledge since it had its whole first encounter with Rezek and knew it was hiding more than it let on. But I ultimately decided on Kobb because I was like "No. It would be such a good example of Kobb's character if it was the one to go back to Rezek instead."

I JUST GRAHHHHHHHH KOBB NEVER EVER GIVES UP!!!!!

I feel like it was THAT moment that solidified what I really wanted to do with Kobb. And then its dynamic with Rezek as consequence. LIKE REZEK THOUGHT ALL OF THEM WOULD GIVE UP ON IT WHEN THE INEVITABLE HAPPENED BUT THEY DIDN'T AND THE ONE IT CLASHED WITH THE MOST SPEARHEADED THEM RECONCILING AAAAAAAAAA

AND THAT LED TO KOBB BEING THE FIRST THAT REZEK OPENED UP TO ABOUT FRIFER LIKE U SAID YEA YEA

MY FAVORITE CONTRAST BETWEEN THEM, PERSONALLY, IS HOW THEY'RE EQUALLY EMOTIONAL/ANALYTICAL BUT IN OPPOSITE WAYS

Kobb's very emotionally controlled while Rezek has a tendency to let its emotions get the better of it. BUT THEN WHEN IT COMES TO COMBAT THEY'RE THE EXACT OPPOSITE. Kobb is often a little too eager to hop into battle (as seen in the Rito AND Lynel arc) to prove a point, while Rezek is EXTREMELY controlled and patient while in battle. (Exceptions notwithstanding Rezek was just being a little silly in its duel with Ire).

WHICH MAKES THE MOMENT WHERE REZEK GOES "I still believe" HIT SO HARD because it has so much trust in the combat-side of its brain when it says that Kobb is still alive it believes it 200%.

Stormshelter tho omg,,,,,,

[orbitfalls]

🧠 lily evans…. my tragic girl (4 the ask game!!) also bonus and not a character but pandalily if u ship ( am also intrigued by ur bartylily hc’s if u have any delicious ones >:) )

hi anon!! this ask had a little sleepover here in my inbox cuz i was on vacation, but ask and i shall supply!!!!

MY best lily hc is not a hc at all, it's a little AU idea i like to play around with in my head but will probably never write. the concept is this: harry and james are both killed that night on halloween, but lily survives, is framed for the murder, and imprisoned in azkaban instead of sirius. she manages to break out of there with a personal vendetta against both voldemort AND dumbledore (who got her imprisoned the same way he did sirius in canon) that she intends to make everybody's problem, and thereby takes her own side entirely in the war. i like to think she plays it lowkey in the beginning, infiltrating hogwarts barty-style to manipulate students and spy on dumbledore. here, she would meet barty (they both would be both quick & paranoid enough to see through each other's disguises i think), and i think their interests would align to a degree that would surprise even themselves. i imagine she'd eventually seek out voldemort through him and meet bellatrix, creating a (to me) dead interesting trio-dynamic of the three most devoted characters in canon. and i think they should destroy the world together. and take over hogwarts. anyway this is getting long but feel free to come throw me an ask about it and i'll love to elaborate more if youre interested!!!

now for pandalily, i'll admit i'm not the world's biggest shipper, but it's mostly just because theyre a little TOO different imo, and i don't find them all too compatible. i think lily is a deeply loyal and devoted character, and i think pandora is the exact opposite of that - i think she's extremely emotionally detached, impulsive and untamed. i think lily might be fascinated by pandora the way she would by a fictional character, and that maybe she might even develop some sort of projective 'this could be me if i stopped worrying what others thought' kind of crush, but i don't think it would ever get further than that, and i think pandora would be indifferent about lily entirely. imo pandalily works when both characters (tho mostly pandora) are watered down, and i do enjoy the ship, but i prefer the characters more extreme!!!

bartylily works better to me because theyre both sort of spun around the same core devotion, but still manage to compensate for each other's flaws, which i think gives them a really compelling dynamic. it's hard for me to even point at a specific hc cuz the captivating thing to me is the correlation between their characters that everybody somehow missed until the bartylily movement randomly began rising on tumblr not too long ago. i just know they would go a little too hard on the academic rivalry, everybody thinks they hate each other until one day you see them sharing a joint behind the greenhouses on the lawn and you realise that hatred is such a precise and severe emotion to these two people that it is both crucial- and entirely detached from both their characters, and whatever it is that they share, it has nothing to do with hatred and everything to do with boredom. i think they pick fights in classes and purposely take opposite stand points simply for the thrill of it, because theyre both bored out of their minds.

[aroacee-of-spades]

nyx im losing it over the last episode if good omens the timeframe makes no sense

hi sorry i took a day to respond to this!! (btw part of the reasoning for this is that ur ask pushed me to finally create a table listing every single time that aziraphale's clock displays throughout s2, which is why most of this will be abt the clock)

i will actually launch into essays abt the timing of the last episode i'm not even kidding

to be perfectly honest with u at first i thought it was trying to mimic books, when timing would change to fit a scene (and not to point fingers at writers who do this ig but i just don't typically like stories like these lmao) but even that doesn't explain the damned clock (i am so done with the clock, its presence haunts me) + why would Neil ever have any reason to mimic amateur writing???

anyway, i'm killing myself over any way to make sense of the timing in that episode rn.

like unless if the way time works in the uk has changed since i last lived there, and if aziraphale changed time during the Halo Scene (this also brings up the question of How Much and What Else did he change, which to the latter i don't think he changed Anything) which btw in the Halo Scene, its 6am and while i can't find the exact time at the start of The Ball (if u can pls tell me i'd love to expand on this, rn it's just a bunch of ramblings put into a google doc) or- more technically i found One tiiiiny scene from the bts clips that MIGHT be the correct time but i have yet to check this lmao (according to the clip it's 6:30pm which, if true, only adds to the utterly bewildering timeframes)

BUT ALSO everybody seems to have a sense of time (as seen in the nina, "i havent slept in 30 hours, order accurately & fast") which means that MAYBE IT'S JUST US?? which makes this whole thing so much more confusing bc if thats the case then why. whyyyyy. Why would you EVER use a working clock??????

i have SO MUCH to say abt the timeframes at the END especially. but before i do, i really wanna know what u think (btw this isn't me trying to pawn my answer on u i just really wanna know ur opinions on Everything gomens related haha)

i also wrote this during my breaks as i worked and i'm now done and am Very Tired and cannot fathom doing anything other than resting on the sofa and rewatching gomens:)

[amyisherenowitsokay]

Hey mutual *wink*

Anywho so I’m a little hermit and I only read the same like 9 fics over and over again and I was re-reading What We Become and I was like what the hell happened to the Professor? Like did he try to figure out how to fix himself or did he embrace it? Like what happened to my boy Professor Membrane and also their MOM?!

(If you’d prefer to leave this to the audiences imagination and not answer then it’s chill)

Also I ADORED how you wrote that fic with vignettes :0

Have the bestest day, thank youuu!!

What We Become (link for reference; warning for new readers that it's a doozy). I gotta put that on ao3 eventually, huh? I think if I do though I'll split it into quarters. Thoughts for another time.

B r u h because tell me why I wasn’t already following you??? I was so confused when tumblr recommended me your blog and I was like, uh, yeah, I know, I follow them already??? But apparently not. I have rectified this crime post-haste.

Lmao because what a vibe, I do the exact same shit. I love burning through new stories but I also my precious handful. It’s such a comfort to have a story in your back pocket that you already know you like, ready and waiting for you whenever.

SO, Professor Membrane eventually learned to live and adapt. I think I touched on it briefly but he eventually is into the changes that the serum cause in his body. Not sleeping or eating as much is great, because it leaves more room for SCIENCE!™️ to happen.

I don’t think his relationship with Zim could ever return to what it was pre-serum. Membrane facing the reality that his own neglect led to a literal sci-fi monster creeping into his life—and that of his kids—long enough to for him to trust him so blindly is understandably traumatic. Zim could’ve killed him on purpose, on accident, on a whim, etc. A boy he treated like a son was actually a creature who deeply betrayed all of them, even if he didn’t mean to. That’s something you can maybe forgive, but never forget. So Membrane gets to live forever, yayay, and learns to adapt to his new body. But there’s a boundary between he and Zim that never really goes away completely.

There is however also a new bond, eventually, much longer down the line. As ill-executed as it was, Membrane would also eventually recognize that Zim acted out of love, not cruelty. He wanted his loved ones to live forever, and THEIR loved ones to live forever. Zim also does everything in his power to make the transition as comfortable for them as possible. Check-ups, vitals, the occasional medicinal or technological remedy to any and all hiccups that have or might happen. The effort is recognized.

Mama Membrane is actually not someone I thought about in the “yay everyone gets to live forever” category, but oooh what an interesting question.

If we recall, Zim traded the Tallest for a limited amount of serum. Three precious vials. But he bartered the serum, not the recipe. Three was all he got.

I like to think he considered Mama Membrane, but only got so much leeway with the Tallest. He was already asking for a lot. Something had to give. He had to prioritize.

It would be a hard pill for all of the Membranes to swallow that she wasn’t included in the bargain. It'd also be further complicated by the fact that even if they did have extra serums, they wouldn't be able to ask her consent. Given how disastrously sudden-immortality had on a mentally stable, highly rational man like Membrane, the reality of the situation would be simply that, vial or no vial, Dr. Mrs. Membrane wouldn't have been able to join them in immortality. It'd probably be incredibly painful, even with the rationalization that, immortality or no, they would've one day had to face her eventual passing anyways. It'd just emphasized how unfair her sickness was, and how much it'd robbed from all of them. Just super unfun and really shitty in general.

I think it might motivate them to start seeing her more, if and when she could tolerate it. Check in on her more frequently, and deal with their own traumas about what seeing her awoke inside them. Maybe everyone gets the therapy they need to face the living ghost they let the very real, unwell person their mother/wife was. Maybe immortality might make them better appreciate the finite, and be more willing to face hard things when they knew they only had so long to do so.

[poolnoodling]

Hi! Thank you so much for replying to me 😭🙏to sum up the idea I have, it’s basically before geto massacres the village and defects + before he has his conversation with yuki (Basically when he’s going thru the worst of his depression) he unknowingly gets gojo pregnant. once the jujustu higher ups somehow catch wind of it, they set up a plan to ether try and kill the kid once it’s born because of how powerful they would likely be, or, have a plan to turn them into the next weapon of jujustu society and treat them the exact same way they did Gojo. Whichever would be up to you, both I think would be interesting. Would geto completely throw away his plan? Or would he just go even more insane with it? Would gojo terminate the pregnancy? Would gojo defect and turn enemy on jujustu society as well?? It doesn’t have to be a/b/o ether. I just really enjoy messy and intense story lines, and while I’m not the biggest fan of Mpreg in general, I think unplanned pregnancy trope makes for alot of drama and miscommunication ESPECIALLY if it’s with satosugu who already are a complete wreck. 😭 I also think it’d be cool to tap into geto and gojo’s backstory, the family dynamics they had with their parents and how it affects them now. I absolutely adore the way you characterize them in your other two fics, and I’d love to see what you’d do with this idea if u decide to make it into a fic. If you have cash app I wouldn’t mind commissioning it!

hellooo my love. ah wow. thanks again for even enquiring - i'm flattered that you'd trust me with your ideas. never thought i'd be asked to do a request!! i'll caveat again by saying i can't promise anything - working full time and upcoming travel means i can barely get to my own wips right now, as long as you know that!!

ok so. generally i never read mpeg, never considered writing it either. however..... ah lol i'm fkn so typical. i've been sitting on this idea ALL day thinking of ways i could make it work for you. downed a double espresso on lunch, started scrawling... tell me why in the centre of my page is BABYTRAPPING........... listen you want it messy and intense that's where my mind goes!!! (any chance to make gojo the morally dubious one i'll take it with both hands - i love him messy, i love him dark, i love this concept where he is impulsive and can't go about empathy all too well, true to canon no?? i'm not talking anything SUPER dark here.... just..... an interesting coincidence.... i could make it work i promise)

because?? hear me out. ST noticing SG's downward spiral but not knowing how to address it (hence miscommunication - absolutely can do), feeling SG slip from him, losing that control... convenient time to get pregnant right? SG finding out while he's right on the cusp of doing something stupid??? mmmm. if you're giving me the freedom to pick which direction he falls, i'm leaning towards SG throwing away his plans, staying put - ST's plan to keep him works. 'cause while i enjoy SG going insane i FUCK with ST going insane sooo much more. so pushback from the higher ups?? absolutely can do. i love the idea of them wanting to snuff out an unstoppably powerful child, this tracks with me. but i want ST with the strings here. SG just a bystander in ST's plots. how ST reacts to the higher ups opinions.... i could take this to messssyyyy places. after all he might well have been the one to kill the higher ups in canon.... i could pull on that thread and you wouldn't have to ask me twice lol

AHH. so many ideas. but yeah, reading your prompt, this is where my mind took it, or what feels most right to me. i'd make it a/b/o i reckon - this feels most comfortable to me. it's okay if you think differently to any of this - please hop into my inbox and message me! i'd love to talk this out with you! wanna know what you think, what you like, don't like :)

(and while i'm FLATTERED that you'd offer to commission this, i couldn't possibly. i'd love to collaborate more on ideas with you and possibly get something in words - if and when i get the time - should we take it somewhere real good...... but i wouldn't ask for payment on this. what if you hated it?!??! couldn't live with myself lol. no my love it'd be my pleasure - when, IF, i get round to this!)

[dakotafoxandtheobstacles]

12/30/23

As we approach new years eve i can't help but reflect. Allison i don't think you know the damage that you did that day. Like you cannot just chalk it up to you being a coward. What you did was so incredibly selfish and hurtful i don't think ill ever understand it. You lied straight to my face while we were together. And then you gave yourself an hour to draft a text talking about "its not you its me" when everything you said over the phone, and discord, and through text and when we were together was saying the exact opposite. I will never fucking understand why you did what you did and more so I don't understand how someone can fucking do that. I didn't even have the chance to process it because i was just so fucking hurt by it.

At 26.5 years old, I have been hurt in countless ways; for my academic hoes, my ACEs score is 5. I have been fucking abandoned and discarded like trash in more ways than i can count to the point where it no longer feels like a coincidence it just feels like this is what is meant to happen to me. Based on the patterns I am the variable that is not meant to be loved. I am simply a tool for others to use to figure out what they really want. And what they want is never me. I don't think it is ever going to be me. I think I am just going to keep getting left behind and dropped. Again and again and again.

Sam, Ally, Allison, Keith, Fred, Moms, Dad:

You have all hurt me in each unique way. I am so fucking angry at all of you. I am so angry because each of you have contributed to all the reasons and ways that I hate myself. Having what has happened to me over and over and over again leads me to believe that these situations and feelings will never stop happening to me. I feel like there must be something so wrong with me for things like this to keep happening. I really don't understand what I did wrong or what is inherently wrong with me. I don't get it.

I am trying so hard to get better but this time of year the guilt i feel for simply existing is fucking overwhelming. I feel so guilty for everything I have done or been involved in. I feel like all I do is poison everything I touch and that people should keep their distance from me because of that. I can't help but feel that in addition to being born wrong I guess I have had herpes for over a year now and every day i feel more disgusted with myself. Every person im attracted to im terrified to get too close to because I will tell them about the herpes and they will never want to touch me or have me touch them. And the ones that would like colin was looking for an exit strategy the whole time.

I think it might be impossible for people to love me. Allison made it clear she was incapable of it. Ally tried to twist me into something more appealing to her. Sam ruined me, without even warning me of the possibility and then ghosted me like the 6 months we were fucking weekly meant nothing at all. Colin, Peyton, Abby, Anna, and more who ive wiped from my memory all were just with me until they could be with someone they actually wanted to be with. Peyton didn't even bother to hide it from me.

And I am so angry at my parents for introducing all of these thoughts and behavioral patterns to me in the first place. What the fuck is wrong with yall. none of you should have been parents until you treated your own shit because now i have to pick up the pieces and foot tooth and nail to make sure i don't fucking kill myself. its not fucking fair i did not fucking ask for this and now i have to deal with it. i am so fucking mad. Why did u guys do that i don't get it. Jen always took better care of casey than she did me. she was never emotionally there for me especially when i needed her to be. bonny fucking groomed me and probably abused me. and my dad never wanted me in the first place.

really im just so fucking tired of feeling like i am going to be abandoned at any time because i dont deserve anything but myself.

and i'm supposed to try to heal while there is a fucking genocide being paid for with my tax dollars???? War criminals get free health care but I fucking dont????? fuck u fuck everyone its all a bunch of bullshit i fucking hate this world and my self so like what the fuck is left honestly.

[wretcheddthing]

If ur looking for excuses to talk about Venali! What were her first impressions of her party members, and how has her opinion of each of them changed? (Gale especially!)

for u. from me. btw. besides the fact it's super thoughtful that you're asking about Ven unprompted, this is a FANTASTIC question

it's all going under the cut :) (also if you have any OCs from literally anything i'd love to hear about them !!! don't matter from what i'm curious about the things you like too <3)

In Order Of Meeting

Lae'zel She appreciated how direct Lae'zel is as soon as they met. No questions asked, they're in a situation and they need to get out of it. She appreciated the brevity and resourcefulness Lae'zel showed on the nautaloid. As she learned more about Lae'zel and eventually Vlaakith, she started to become kind of protective of her but in a subtle way. Sorta like, "Hey not to give you my two cents unprompted but I think probably this whole 'chosen by Vlaakith' thing may not be that good for you based on the whole. Everything about her." Was also SUPER flattered when Lae'zel came on to her because who doesn't love being hit on by a hot githyanki warrior, even if she did ultimately turn her down for the wizard. By end game, I think they're fairly close. Ven would kill and die for any of her friends, Lae'zel is no exception. She was so, so proud of Lae'zel when her quest was resolved and how much she'd learned and grown.

Shadowheart Ven fought demons trying not to pry into Shadowheart's past before she was ready to share. I mean, Ven has her own secrets. She didn't begrudge Shadowheart for having hers. She is very snoopy, though. She was touched when Shadowheart started to open up to her more, and learning her deal with Shar was pretty similar to learning about Lae'zel and Vlaakith. Like, "heyyyy worship who you like I'm not gonna judge but I think probably this is not beneficial to you in any way." and she was right. It honestly broke her heart seeing how all her friends displayed resolve because it never really helped any of them. She also completely ignores how her own resolve is detrimental to her, but she's very much a "do as I say, not as I do" person. Ending Shadowheart's quest hit hard for Ven if only because seeing the change in her as someone with a mission and little else to someone with some sense of self but no direction really started resonating as she started coming to terms with appreciating the magic she was given.

Gale

She likes Gale :)

She has a lot of experience with wizards and was ready to have the exact same annoying, ego-battle interaction with this one before she learned who he was. She was pretending to be a prodigy herself, so she certainly knew of Gale of Waterdeep, former chosen of Mystra. Ven isn't particularly religious herself, but of course has heard just about all she can about Mystra, good and bad. She already wasn't huge on the goddess because it seemed to her that she was just kind of a dick (based on stories told to her from people who weren't active worshipers - thank you Minsc for talking shit about her also. Ven agreed.) Learning of her relationship with Gale, the power imbalance of it all, and the lengths Gale felt he had to go to please her left a very bad taste in her mouth. Try as she might, she couldn't help but be charmed by the guy, though. His hobbies are so domestic, it lines up with her interests Perfectly. He just also has a whole complex because he was groomed by an Actual Goddess since he was a young man. She was pretty quickly entranced by the passion he has for talking about his interests and honestly didn't have any problems helping him out with his little hunger problem because magical items are So easy to come by (also i know my playstyle well enough to pick and choose items i know will never be used. easy gale snacks). Plus, they're both huge history buffs - there is no shortage of topics for discussion between them. He also surprised her a bit with what he approves and disapproves of - his neutrality on some things aligned with hers in a way I personally didn't expect. She was already half in love with him by the time gandalf showed up to eat their cheese and tell gale to kill himself, but it Really solidified her beef with Mystra and want to stabilize Gale, both literally bc of the bomb in his chest, but also mentally. Like noooo don't kill yourself you're so hot (and also important to me) aha. When he chose her over the world at the end of Act 2, she really thought she'd marry him like right then. And Then he was like "oh hey, i can become god! wouldn't that be cool? to be god? i can probably do it better than the other gods." Man, if she weren't head over heels in love with him she would have been Way less tactful about calling him an idiot. She indulged him as far as she could without netting negative approval, but she really had to put her foot down when he started talking like it was a done deal. As far as Gale had helped her come to terms with her magic and its utility, even to some extension the beauty of it, she needed him to find the same appreciation in the mundane. And so they balanced each other out. I haven't actually finished Ven's game yet (i'm going to later tonight ;-;) but I DO know Gale will propose and she's going to accept. Without question. Just in time to see the new epilogue. I'm going to lose it. I'm going to lose it.

Astarion: She did NOT like that guy at first. Not because he's kind of an asshole just as a personality trait, but specifically because his first act toward her was an immediate betrayal (tricking her into thinking he needed help before pulling a dagger on her). Not! Cool! Sure, it was handled pretty quickly after that, but he was on thin ice for a while after. Granted, he didn't like her that much either because she kept offering to help people. She was very, Very distrustful when he tried hitting on her because as far as she knew, he couldn't stand her. It made no sense. I don't think there's a fleshed out convo for it, but Ven as a character would immediately see he's not being genuine and she also would Not appreciate the angle he was taking in trying to get her on his side. Learning his backstory changed things pretty quickly, though. She finally understood the motivation behind his previous actions and defended his autonomy at Every point she could. When he started being like "Hey so this ascension thing.... sounds pretty good for me! No downsides to that, I think" she was like. Hey what's the deal with all of my friends desperately wanting things that are actively bad for them? Sure I don't have a great sense of what's good for me either, but that's different. These guys are trying to kill themselves. In Gale's case literally. I think after dealing with Cazador, they had their first genuine heart-to-heart where they realize that there's no way they're getting rid of the other. They never become Super close, but by the end of the game there's an unspoken understanding that if one needs help, the other would come. They'll never be rid of the other. Silent ride or dies.

Wyll It's hard not to be immediately charmed by Wyll, and she didn't try to fight it. That guy is Dashing. Proficient duelist, superhero backstory, good with kids - what's not to like? He does unfortunately have the same problem as everyone else where he's resolute to a fault, but something she finds refreshing about him is that he is fully aware of this fact. He made his choice with Mizora, stands by it, and would do it again if he had to. Hell, he was punished severely for not killing Karlach and takes it in stride. He is the embodiment of a hero to the people, and she loves that about him. She just also wishes he would prioritize himself even once. Even One Time of his own volition. But since he wouldn't, she helped him shoulder some of that responsibility. She also really felt for him since her situation with magic-granting entities is very similar to that of a warlock. Since she has no easy way to control her issue, she vowed to help him with his. She talked him out of his pact with Mizora, Begging Wyll to trust that she wouldn't let his dad die as a result. And she didn't! She saved them both like she promised she would. She really loves the guy and just wishes the best for him going forward.

Karlach I will never make a character that hates Karlach becuase it is impossible for Me to hate her. Even in a pretend way. Besides, Karlach is another one of those characters it's So hard not to be charmed by. You get this whole impression that she's some murderous devil hellbent on destruction and then you actually meet her and she's just super funny and has such an upbeat physicality about her it's infectious. Ven isn't in love with the fact that Karlach would rather ignore the pressing issue of her heart exploding than think through her next steps, but she also can't fault her for wanting to live as much life with as little worry as possible given the whole Absolute thing. If only there were time to handle both with the appropriate care. Karlach's quest also hasn't been resolved yet bc. I haven't finished Ven's first playthrough, but I don't think she's gonna let her just die. Karlach doesn't deserve that. She actually stands out to Ven in that she needs to fortify her resolve to keep going. I think Ven will admire her greatly for that, despite feeling guilty that it's the only way to keep her alive. She'd wonder if she has the strength to accept her own issues the same way Karlach has.

Gonna go fast for the non-origins characters bc I just realized I wanna see the epilogue so so so so bad which means I’m about to do the final quest with Ven for the first time which is going to drive me up a wall.

She likes Halsin well enough but he had no lasting impression on her other than “man that dude is Huge”. Also she wasn’t as flattered by his interest in her as she was with Lae’zel, but it wasn’t outright insulting like with Astarion.

She really likes Jaheira and they keep up the playful ribbing dynamic throughout. I like to think Jaheira becomes Venali’s confidante. Someone she can go to for anything. Advice, to vent, someone to speak some sense into her. I also really like Jaheira. I really like Jaheira.

Ven also likes Minsc and talking to him leaves her in a better mood. If only bc he says something that no one else in the entire world would ever come up with organically and it makes her laugh.

And that’s what I got! For now! I’ll probably be posting more later tonight once I finish the game and see the epilogue. It might change me as a person.

Edit; I forgot about Minthara I didn’t get her in Ven’s first game but . I’m out of my mind about her so I’m also playing her in another playthrough and bc of patch 5 I’ll have a chance to recruit her for the first time! So thoughts on that Down The Line

[buttered-milky]

Putting notes for myself and anyone else who might want to expand on this(?) here as I watch this for the fourth time in my life:

Spoiler warning for Jennifer's Body, if anyone cares

First off initial thoughts actually before I start the watch - this is a p good template for any sort of AU.

bi4bi. girlbossing. eating men. “She asked for no pickles” as literally an opening dynamic. The fucked up demonology of trying to sacrifice someone. Loser4loser alliances all around. Just some really weird girl trying to work through complicated feelings for her best friend.

(Secret bonus: the best friend can throw up ferrofluid which is so cool to me)

Okay speedrun the main points of Jennifer: she is a succubus. except she doesn't really fuck people, just seduces and then eats them. she was created because she was erroneously offered as a virgin sacrifice to satan, and since she is not a virgin, she came back wrong. she has to eat people to keep herself in good health. I mean, the worst that happens to her in the movie when she's hungry is that she gets grumpy and looks a little sick and sometimes her hair falls out. but the eating is kind of an innate instinct anyway. it's implied she can't eat normal food since she throws it up. she can be killed pretty much any way, though the movie advises stabbing through the heart to be safe.

OKAY OKAY MOVIES STARTING TIME TO ESSENTIALLY LIVE TWEET THIS AS NOTES

Jennifer…owns a horse?? I did not notice that in my first three viewings. it's not important to these notes but it's important to me

Ur damn right hell is a teenage girl. Also I like the firsthand telling of this. I don’t think writing this in first person would be the worst actually. Plus I mean…eddie is a storyteller. Like Needy!

Jennifer's cheerleader status is a free excuse to make Steve a cheerleader

Mein Gott the constant flirting between Jennifer and Needy. of course that would be necessary in any silly fic and any AU but yknow

The immense potential of “I wish more guys wore eyeliner” coming from Steve. the immense potential of bonding over how pretty rockstars are

Don’t u just love when trying to protect ur friend’s reputation ends up getting them erroneously sacrificed (not included in the fic idc that much)

They absolutely must hold hands. And eddie absolutely must have an “am I sure about this” moment

I cannot believe I didn’t consider the possibility Jennifer got drugged beforehand she is like Extra incoherent in those ten minutes (not important to the fic but again important to me)

Y’know under normal circumstances I’d put chrissy in chip’s place but I see this as post s4 so…but do what u want

I Love the came back wrong trope. Plus her slow smile here is so

The POWERFUL homoeroticism of “Are you scared?” And then kissing your friend’s neck after they nod

Writing Steve as Jennifer also has immense potential for bitchy moments. That’s like Jennifer’s main fucking quality. Although I do tend to think one of the only reasons Jennifer kills so many people is because she’s a bitch in the first place. Like the curse cranks her up to eleven.

Survivor’s guilt Noted

COLIN IS MY FAVORITE CHARACTER IN THIS ENTIRE DAMN MOVIE HES SUCH A LOSER okay back to notes

Dying and coming back wrong and getting Disney princess abilities so animals will watch you kill someone Noted

Needy is such a good Eddie template her mom is also presumably working nights

Side note to self: the bimbo heart outfit is actually very cute use that in a drawing.

They SHOULD watch rocky horror together

MY GOD COLIN IS SUCH A NERD if I didn't want this to last more than ten seconds as a fic I'd make Eddie him. he is the exact same brand of alternative kind of pathetic loser boy I love him. maybe in someone else's oneshot but not in my fic

"Are you scared? I mean I thought boys like you were really into vermin and death and shit" noted. "I need you frightened" NOTED

seeing your undead best friend while having sex NOTED

Ah yes, the important aspect of supernatural strength. crank that jock strength up to eleven babey

"We always share your bed when we have slumber parties"

there is also something to be said about killing everyone your best friend is even remotely interested in all while hardcore flirting with them

not relevant to notes but relevant to me: the band that sacrifices Jennifer kinda has some homosexual tendencies I never noticed Side Eye "that's a hot murder weapon" "it's a bowie knife" "bowie? nice" okay

"I woke up, and I found my way back to you" "I couldn't bring myself to hurt you" and of course "we can play boyfriend-girlfriend like we used to" all in the same scene

While we're here: I’m not gonna do this but if anyone else runs with this idea and also likes rockstar eddie, you gotta remember the band from this movie quite literally did sacrifice Jennifer for fame. Some lameass bar band did that. Idk man just saying there’s potential there ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

ridiculous ass high school dance outfits GO

man she's trying super hard to drown him girl just go crocodile mode death roll that shit

oh I forgot she can just have shark teeth whenever she wants. okay cool. oh and she can (kind of) fly (it's just hovering like she's in the exorcist)

"I thought you only murdered boys" "I go both ways" BISEXUALITYYYY (yet another reason I need Steve to be this)

whoever I choose to be my chip stand in has to die (unless, of course, I just don't care that much. which for once I might not.)

"I think I already died but I woke up when I heard your voice" is this a chip line? yes. is it still so fanfiction? yes

yeah I do think I will keep the "biting my best friend's neck and then levitating us both and holding onto her with my legs" bit

aaaand absent parents coming in clutch for that sad sort of fucked up ending! Steve Harrington I have never been so glad to have never seen your parents even once it transfers so well onto this au

I will probably not include the aftermath bits in a fic but it is a pretty cool implication

I am making no commitments to writing any of this, but if anyone else wants to use these notes/ideas for something, go for it. doesn't even have to be a Jennifer's body au, there are just some banger lines here regardless.

Vampire eddie this vampire eddie that blah blah WHERE are the Jennifer’s body Steve fics Hm??? There is potential here I must say

[obey-me-rot]

You're Mine

A/N: I guess as a writing blog I should be doing some writing right? Honestly this has just been the biggest headcanon I've had in a while since I started playing Obey Me of the brothers just...like Devildom culture must be so different! And then the whole pact thing with human masters must be so different as well! I just view them as big animals just wanting to get your attention u wu. Warnings: Jealous boys, public shows of dominance and a lot of biting.

It's almost painful being in the Devildom sometimes.

A cultural exchange program amped up to 100 %.

As much as you loved the brothers, you also were meeting some pretty cool demons in RAD. Surely you were the human student everyone was so excited to meet, but none of them really talked to you, you know? But there were some that were brave enough to overlook your pact marks and dive into a conversation.

Even some were bold enough to talk to you out of school!

Making so many friends was so exciting, especially since you still thought of yourself as new! Wait till the brothers see how many new demons you have met!

Problem is you forgot how weird demon culture is, especially when it has to do with a demon and their master.

"MC?"

Lucifer blinks as he notices the demon approaching the two of you, pausing your daily walk with him as confusion turns to familiarity and you run up to greet your friend.

The first thing he notices is how they are a low ranking demon, so there’s no need to be hyper aware of any sort of threat. In this instance he doesn’t need to look to make sure his pact mark is visible to the demon.

His mark was embedded right in your iris, so anyone could see whose protection you were under.

He smiles politely as you turn around to introduce them, the demon waving at him shyly as if remembering that, yes, this human made a pact with Lucifer and therefore should not be messed with in any way. Yet there was no sort of violent tendencies coming from this demon, which put him at somewhat of an ease.

That is, until the demon takes a hold of your hand.

It’s a simple touch, one that a human would mistaken for a sign of friendship and camaraderie. The demon was speaking excitedly about a new flower they had seen over at the Botanical gardens and how much they wanted to show it off to you.They tighten their hold and Lucifer has to dig his fingernails into his palm from ripping their hand off.

You had no idea what it meant and the action would most likely scare you.

And Lucifer wanted you to trust him as much as possible.

“Would it be okay if Lucifer comes along?”

“...y--yeah! I don’t mind!”

Hesitation mixed with fake happiness, this demon really thought that he would get some time alone with you, didn’t they? They probably planned this whole thing out and whatever excitement they were showing you was just a front to hide their true intentions. Besides, look how they are hanging off of you, they want to make a pact with you so badly it’s almost disgusting.

Might as well get rid of the pest now.

“Come on MC, I want to show you the huge petals--!”

“OW!”

You and the demon look back to see Lucifer biting down on one of your fingers, your ring finger to be exact, while making eye contact with the pest. His teeth are not necessarily breaking skin but the pain of the bite made all your attention go back on him, turning around to tug your finger away and cradle it close. “Lucifer what the hell!”

He smiles and tells you not to worry about it, your retort falling on deaf ears as Lucifer’s eyes fall on the demon one more time. Their eyes are wide and they have immediately taken two steps back, their back as straight as a needle as Lucifer sends them one last look that lets them know of his intentions.

Leave now or I will gut you in front of my human.

You turn to apologize to your friend for putting them in such a weird situation but the demon is already long gone, no sign of them ever being in your presence as you look around aimlessly.

“They left...” you frown and look at Lucifer, “Next time at least warn me.”

“If I did then you would have probably forbidden me from doing so.”

The Avatar of Pride smiles as he takes your hand, interlacing his fingers with yours as you kept talking about how you would apologize the next day. But Lucifer wasn’t listening, he just kept staring at you as you talked, happy that his master wasn’t particularly mad.

That demon would have to learn to get his own, this human was already his.

He had finally gotten you all to himself.

Mammon had a photoshoot today, making you tag along so he could finally show off his modeling skills. And it would help him out as well. The product they were trying to sell did not appeal to him one bit and he just really needed you as inspiration.

And inspiration did you give.

“Oh gorgeous Mammon gorgeous! Lean back and close your eyes.”

The cameraman was giving him compliment after compliment, excellent after excellent, it was as if all eyes were on him at that exact moment. He smiled as he thought about how you must be looking at him. His shirt was open, letting the cloth hang off the side of the couch as the camera focused primarily on the low riding jeans that showed off the boxers he was promoting.

“Perfect! Perfect!! Now turn around and stare into the camera!”

His eyes opened and his head turned expertly, Mammon smiling as he tried to make eye contact with you--

Only to see that you were gone.

Camera flashes stop as he bolts up, turning to look for you before his eyes focused on your form.

There you were...talking with someone else.

“Mammon?”

He doesn’t stare at the cameraman, only gets up and stalks towards you and the demon currently holding up the lights. Both of you turn to face him, a voice speaking loudly about a five minute break as Mammon stands behind you and hugs you from behind, placing his chin right on your shoulder as he looks at the interloper.

“Are you taking a break?”

Mammon smiles as he buries his face in your shoulder, hugging you tight as the demon tells him he did a wonderful job. Without raising his head, Mammon speaks up.

“MC, who is this?”

“Oh right! Haven’t introduced you. He is a friend from RAD! We sit together in Pactology 101.”

“Well we used to sit together...”

“We talked way too much in class, didn’t we?”

It’s like nails on a chalkboard when he laughs, Mammon feeling glad that he was closer to you so he could hear the sound of your laughter instead of the ugly screeching of the intruder taking up your attention. Did this guy think he was stupid? That he couldn’t notice all the goddamn pheromones he was releasing? Mammon shakes his head back and forth, breathing in your scent heavily as he tries to leave his own behind.

This guy was embarrassing himself with how badly he wanted to form a pact with you.

“MC.”

“Oh oh, remember when the teacher caught us texting in class?”

“I think he might want to just put us back together cause we are still causing trouble!”

The Avatar of Greed frowns, did you not hear him?

“MC…”

“Well the teacher knows we are a good match, doesn’t he?”

“A match made in hell, I would say.”

Why was this guy still talking? Why were you still listening to him?

“MC….”

“Hey after this...would you want to go get some coffee, MC? If you’re not busy.”

“Nah, I only have this toda---FUCK!”

A pair of teeth tug at your earlobe, Mammon growling in your ear as he makes eye contact with the annoyance in front of him. He should be counting his lucky stars that you were still in the room, if Mammon found him anywhere else this demon would be nothing more than a meal for his familiars.

“MC, you have to stare at me or else I’m going to take longer.”

You rub at your ear as Mammon lets go of you, breaking eye contact with the other demon as he gives you his signature pout. He didn’t want you to see him be all scary, Mammon wanted you to see him like the number one demon he always tried to be for you.

“And you had to bite me because of that!?”

“Because you weren’t paying attention! You have to keep your eyes on me or else I’m not going to sell this stupid product. In fact--”

He drags you back to the couch, yelling at the cameraman that he would be posing with you so he could actually get through this photoshoot instead of doing a solo shoot. The man sighs but calls makeup to get you ready, Mammon smiling as he sits down right next to you.

The farther you were from that guy the better, all of his master’s attention needed to be on him after all.

Of course something like this would happen. Bad luck seemed to follow Leviathan wherever he went.

"Did you see the finale of it live?"

"I did!!! My movie theatre put it on the big screen and everything!"

Levi was glad that you were a nerd just like him. It was refreshing and probably one of the biggest reasons he had decided to make a pact with you.

Well, he had tried to kill you first and then make a pact with you but it was still a special story! Who would have thought that he would land himself a human master with his own interests!

Though he guessed that was a bad thing now.

He couldn't keep his thoughts in check as the clerk of the comic store kept talking to you, Levi annoyed that he couldn't keep up with the conversation you two had. It was about some comic cinematic universe that had been adapted in the human world and he honestly didn’t want to put anymore thought into it because of how close the clerk was getting.

Dammit he should have bought the new manga volume in Akuzon...but you had been so cute irl asking him to get the manga in this comic store you found,and if his master was begging him so cutely then what else could he do?

“I actually got the limited edition of this one movie--”

Nobody cared.

“It was up for a lot in Akuzon but I’m glad I got my hands on it--”

Stop talking!

“And I have a pretty cool viewing set up in the back--!”

Stop talking, stop talking, stop talking, stop talking to MC!

Levi frowns as you gush about the movie some more, glaring down at you for letting your attention stray from him. But why should he be surprised, of course your attention would stray. Him being the yucky otaku that he is, of course you would go with the demon who took his interest and actually turned it into a profit--

No.

No! It wasn’t your fault! It wasn’t even his fault! It was this demon’s fault!

Thinking they looked so cool with their most basic of interests. If Levi could expose them for the fraud that they were, MC would be able to see the absolute fool that this demon was making themselves out to be. Smiling a lot more, inching closer as they talked, even offering to take you to the back of the store--!

People may say what they want about Levi but at least he wasn’t this desperate to get on the good side of a human...at least the first time he met you.

His eyes fall on the back of your neck, hair conveniently placed out of the way as he remembered something Lucifer had discussed with him and Mammon after they had made their pact.

You will not think rationally when you are with them, make sure to monitor your actions so you don’t embarrass yourself.

That’s what he said but…

Surely Levi wasn’t going to embarrass himself more than this demon already has.

“This is the one with the symbiote creature, right? And you got the bonus deleted scenes! Honestly I would be so down with watching it right--EEP!”

Levi made sure to let his tongue lick the back of your neck first before biting down, wanting to make the bite as painless as possible. Although he guessed that not making you feel pain was out of the question as he felt you tense up, his tongue swiping against your nape one last time as he pulled back and tugged on the back of your shirt.

“MC let’s go. They don’t have it.”

You turn to look at Levi, hand on the back of your neck as you tell him that he could have gotten your attention in any other way, but he knew for a fact that he had made his point across with the demon in front of him.

Summoning Lotan in his own home was one thing, summoning Lotan in a store would probably cost a lot…

Even if he knew brothers wouldn’t blame him with how nauseatingly this demon was trying to approach their master.

“MC, here.”

Satan breaks his pencil, but it seems the two other people don’t seem to notice.

“And it's the first edition too, but I took it out just for you.”

You smile and mention about how you didn’t need anything fancy for the assignment, just a simple book that talked about Devildom history. Which Satan agreed, this bug was acting like he owned the entire Royal Library. A pass to get a first edition title wasn’t that rare of a fucking find--if he wanted, Satan could call up any of his connections and get about 16 copies of different first edition titles that spoke not just about the Devildom history but about whatever the hell topic he could get his hands on.

This guy wasn’t that special yet he was acting like he had just given you the world on a silver platter.

The demon sat down at the table you and Satan were studying at, looking at you the entire time he explained how to open the book and how to make sure it stays in its pristine condition.

Which made Satan break another pencil.

From what you had mentioned, this guy was just someone you knew from RAD. You labeled him as the ‘smartest person in the class’. Which was a bit of an insult on his part but he guessed that as long as he wasn’t the one in your class it didn’t count as an insult towards his person.

He, of course, being the smartest demon you know.

But Satan didn’t have to be the smartest demon in RAD to know what this nuisance was doing.

If he were to read you any book on Devildom demonology, certain demons needed a human master. This insect in front of you would count as one of them. Lower demons usually tend to be without guidance and need a soul to feed from. In comes a human master, being able to fulfill that need with a pure soul of their own. The demon feeds and in return, develops a sort of ‘affection’ towards their master since they are now the hand that feeds them.

The same couldn’t be applied to Satan or his brothers, however. As the seven demon lords, they are able to gain the sustenance they need from the feed of other lower demons under the sin they were made in.

They are free to form pacts, but it’s not like they need it.

A good metaphor would be that they are essentially ‘picking off the plate’ of the lower demons, making the lower demons only cause minimal casualties up in the human world as they feed and keeping the seven lords from going feral with hunger.

Of course, things were different now. Satan had you now, a human all of his own.

Essentially, someone was trying to ‘take a bite’ of his favourite food, and Satan hated sharing.

Friends be damned, politeness be damned, he needed to show this demon his place.

“Isn’t it fascinating? The cover was made with a demon’s skin.”

“....really?”

“Yes. I believe it was from recently dead demon’s during the first Celestial War. Do you want to feel?”

You nod, curious about the black and shiny cover as the demon holds out his hand for you to take--

Only for you to yelp as Satan takes it first, dragging your hand back so it would be close to his lips as the Avatar of Wrath’s teeth bite at the skin near your wrist. You hiss in pain at the sudden sharpness, quickly pulling your hand back and staring at your demon as he gives the annoyance one last pointed stare.

“That is how demons started their pacts before we arrived in the Devildom, wasn’t it?”

The demon nodded slowly, his eyes darting to the mark on your wrist and then back at Satan. He opened his mouth to try and speak up but seemed to decide better against it, giving you one last smile as he stood up. “...I’ll...I’ll go get you the second volume. That one might include more accurate and updated information on pact markings.”

Satan smiles and nods as he scoots his chair close to you, looking back at you tracing the mark on your wrist with a frown before putting all your attention back on him.

“Did demons really used to form pact marks like this?”

The Avatar of Wrath shrugs.

“I was only guessing, he was the one who left thinking it was the truth. Here, let’s go look for a book on our own.”

Asmo would like to think that he had perfected the fake smile to the point he could keep it up for an indeterminate amount of time.

“MC! Try this!”

Yet the corners of his mouth twitched as he watched one of your friends, who happened to be a store clerk at Majolish, open the door to your dressing room to hand you another outfit they had picked out. And it wasn’t a bad outfit--!

Just...did they have to keep opening the door every single time?

Granted, he shouldn’t be in your dressing room in the first place but he insisted he would stay since you were only trying some shirts on! It wasn’t like he was seeing anything inappropriate and your pants were staying on the entire time.

This sight was okay for him because he was your demon and you were his master.

So it wasn’t right that some random nobody kept coming in to hand you shirts that they thought looked cute on you! That’s what you had Asmo for!

Yet here he was, secluded to sit down on the little chairs that someone would usually toss the unwanted clothes they wouldn’t buy. Which was already doing horrible things for his self-esteem.

“I learned a couple of things by working here. See? The color really matches your hair.”

The Avatar of Lust scoffs when he hears that. What exactly did the demon learn? How to match colors? Oh look, someone learned the basics of the color wheel, someone give them a medal.

“And since you are wearing something long at the bottom, it’s only fair that you go with something short on top.”

This demon is going to win an award for making basic observations, Asmo could already see it. What a future they had ahead of them.

“These colors are summery too so...it goes great with the weather!”

Oh he wants to gag, Asmo’s heard enough.

“You don’t think it’s too revealing? I do like the color though…”

Before the demon can answer, Asmo grabs your shoulders and pulls you back to him with a smile as he makes you look in the mirror.

“I think it’s revealing enough for the summer look you are going for...except can you maybe get it in a light pastel? Any color would do it just needs to be a pastel color if we want it to go with the light color of your bottoms.”

The demon deflates at the sudden lack of contact with you but nods as they step out, waving goodbye and stating once again how ‘gorgeous’ you looked. Which Asmo guessed was the only compliment they had in their arsenal.

Gorgeous didn’t even begin to describe you.

“I did like this color, Asmo. Does it not look good?”

“No it looks perfect on you! But--”

He tugs on the floral print top and smiles as he wraps his arms around your shoulders.

“Floral prints are extremely last season and I want you to be on a more neutral type of clothing. Just simple colors. This way we can add some jewelry--some of my own creation of course.”

Asmo smiles when you giggle, fixing your top and looking at yourself in the mirror a couple more times as you mumble to yourself about how Devildom summers seem rather temperate compared to the ones you were used to and how you wouldn’t need anything sleeveless.

Damn the Devildom summers, if they could even be called that at all.

His ears twitch as he hears the pest start to make their way back, Asmo’s smile dropping slowly as he looks down at your neck. This was the spot they kept staring at, wasn’t it? Shame it wasn’t decorated--

But he could fix that~ “I found some other colors that would go well with you MC, do you want to--”

“OW OW OW!”

Asmo’s teeth are right on your neck, turning to look back at the clerk with a smile and a little wave as he hums at the way you clench and unclench your fingers while looking at him through the mirror, wanting to ask just why he was doing this but the pain keeping you quiet. It was cute how much you were hurting but how you were doing absolutely nothing to stop him. This could technically mean that you approved of what he was doing, correct?

He lets go as the clerk immediately closes the door, you calling out for your friend but Asmo brings you back and makes you look at the mirror one more time.

“There we go. That’s a pretty mark, right MC? An Asmodeus Limited Edition item, just for you~”

If this kept happening, Beel was going to eat this demon.

“You need to try some Devildom food, MC! I promise it's good!”

Beel stomach growls again as you laugh, ignoring the parfait in front of you. He gives you a tap on the shoulder and your attention is right back to him. “Oh sorry, Beel. Here!” You scoop up the delicious frozen treat and feed it to him, Beel smiling as he takes another two bites of his hamburger and watches you and your friend talk. He actually had no idea that you had any friends in RAD and was happy to see that at least some demons were treating you nicely, compared to theo ones who had teased you when you first arrived.

Well he said teased, more like threatened to eat you.

He figured you would make friends fast though, you were nice and all the demons here were already attracted to human souls so it was bound to happen that one of them would have the courage to talk to you.

Yet this one seemed rather...eager.

“How about this. Hell’s Kitchen serves good food but I know this awesome corner in the wall place we can get some grilled bat sandwiches. Guts and everything.”

His stomach growls again, he knew of the place this demon was talking about and would most likely want to take you there himself if you ever asked.

Beel takes another two bites before waiting for you to feed him the parfait.

Nothing.

He frowns and stares at you again, the demon keeping your attention all to himself as you spoke about how you didn’t necessarily want to eat anything with guts in it. His eyes went to the parfait, watching some of the perfectly placed scoops slowly melt and droop down on the plate.

MC, pay attention to him!

This was his time with you! He didn’t mind if someone else stepped in and he was glad you were making friends but this demon was interrupting his mealtime!

He ate his burger, you fed him ice-cream, this is how it had always worked!

People could say what they wanted but Beel was a creature of habit, and he was in the habit of having you feed him.

Not just that, he was in the habit of having your attention all on him when it was his time to hang out with you.

Wasn’t this demon just being a bother? Didn’t you also want them gone?

They kept talking about all the stuff that clearly grossed you out, seemingly delighted with your reactions as they kept trying to egg you on to say yes to an outing. If it wasn’t for the fact that you were smiling the entire time, Beel would have already made the move to unhinging his jaw and--

“I promise I’ll treat you to the best ghost pepper pizza you’ve ever had. You’re free after this, right?”

Beel’s stomach growls, whether in hunger or anger Beel wouldn’t be able to say. All he knows is that this demon is bad news for both him and you.

So what would be the quickest way to make him back off?

“I’m not but I can take a raincheck--!”

You drop the spoon you were holding as Beel bites your cheek, throwing the demon one quick glimpse before letting out a few sounds that seemed to make up your name. The demon stares at you and Beel as the Avatar of Gluttony pulls away from you, licking his lips as you slowly put a hand on your cheek and turn to look at him.

“The parfait is gonna melt. I want another bite.”

“Beel…”

Eyes turn to the demon once again, Beel frowning as he takes a hold of your hand underneath the table.

“Please leave. If MC is going to eat Devildom food then they’ll eat it with me. The only thing you are going to do is gross them out.”

“So what did you want to talk about?”

Belphie frowned as your fingers gently played with his hair. That is not what he had asked for when he asked to lay on your lap. Belphegor wanted the usual way you would comb through his hair, both of you gently whispering to each other as the planetarium ambience lulled him to sleep.

“Well...uhm...I wanted to ask something important.”

And who the hell was this person? He peeked up to look at you smiling at the screen, frowning that you still didn’t seem to notice you were doing a shit job at giving him the attention he needed. Whoever this was had been on the line with you for a good solid ten minutes, talking about useless subjects such as their day and what they had for lunch. If anything, Belphegor had no idea how this thing was taking your attention. You were doing most of the talking anyway, they should just hang up and leave you alone to pay attention to your demon.

“We’ve known each other for a while.”

Belphegor most likely knew MC for longer...maybe.

“And honestly I haven’t met a human like you before. You just...I just expected humans to be something and you aren’t that so it threw me off.”

The Avatar of Sloth yawns as he buries his head in your lap, smiling at the darkness he found in the small crook of your thighs. He yawns again and closes his eyes to try and fall asleep but the grating voice of the demon on the phone was sending nothing but warning signals to his brain.

“So I wanted to ask something I didn’t think I would ask a human before.”

He really wanted to yell ‘get to the point’ or ‘hang up the phone’ but he knew that you would most likely shush him and tell him to be patient, which would then result in you gently pushing him away so you could talk somewhere more private. And he wasn’t ready to lose his favourite pillow just yet.

So he continued listening, tracing random shapes on your thighs as he felt his eyelids start to droop.

“I know you have seven pacts already…”

Damn straight.

“But would an eight be too much for you?”

That wakes Belphegor right up, eyes wide open and head turned to face up at you to see your reaction. Of course you would be surprised, this demon really had the guts to ask the current master of the Seven deadliest demons in the Devildom for a pact?

You better be grateful that Belphegor found comfort in your lap and would prefer to stay here, rather than go break the neck of the demon insolent enough to try to take his master away.

So go ahead, reject him.

“A pact? With me?”

What were you doing?

Don’t give him such a hopeful answer! Belphegor had to share you with six other demons constantly and those demons were his siblings! He was okay sharing with Beel but he drew the line at anyone else! Adding an eighth demon to that would be like asking for a bloodbath, a bloodbath with only one target.

Belphegor frowned as the demon started talking again, stuttering and jumping over his words like he was a dog who asked to eat their masters table. Which essentially he was, not like there was room for him anyway.

“I know I’m not like those brothers--”

Damn straight.

“But making a pact with you would make me really happy...is what I am trying to say.”

He wants to gag.

A part of him couldn’t blame the demon, you were perhaps the best master a demon could ask for, but you were already t a k e n.

And you were to blame too, you know?

You weren’t rejecting him like you should. The face you were making was far too surprised and flattered at the proposition given to you. Were you that greedy? Had Mammon rubbed off on you? You had seven of the most powerful demons under your command, what more could you possibly want?

As a master, you were doing a bad job at rejecting this insect and an even more horrible job at not paying attention to the actual demon you were tied to.

He turns his head back to the darkness of your thighs, feeling you shift as you also struggle to find an answer. This was becoming too much, if Belphegor didn’t act fast you were most likely going to say yes, just because you didn’t know any better!

Fuck it, you could try to push him off but Belphegor would hold on tightly, he had to save you from your mistake.

“Uhm. Well that is honestly really flattering. And eight pacts wouldn’t be so bad--”

You slap a hand over your mouth, your teeth biting into your tongue as you look down at the demon nipping at the inside of your thigh. Belphie looks up innocently, batting his eyelashes at you as he bites down a little harder--

“I’ll-try-to-have-an-answer-for-you-later-got-to-go-bye!”

Fingers hurry to end the call as Belphegor quickly lets go, smiling as you gape down at him.

“I was in the middle of a call!”

“I know.”

“Then what was that about!?”

The Avatar of Sloth shrugs as he closes his eyes.

“You weren’t paying attention to me. It made me mad.”

You sigh and lean back, Belphegor waiting for a few moments before smiling as he feels your fingers combing through his hair.

“Next time,just talk to me, Belphegor.”

He would have answered, but that would make him promise something he most likely was not going to do.

[brightymir]

Hi, can I request angst with akaza? So y'know how akaza has a lover back when he was human? What if the girl reincarnated and the two met and slowly they fall for each other all over again. And what happens next is up to you (Reader could be his s/o or best friend but reader absolutely has feelings for him) if it's not too much of a bother.

𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔

cw: language, gore, violence, mentions of abuse and cheating, akaza's back story spoilers

genre: angst

word count: 2.1k

characters: akaza/hakuji/upper moon three x fem!reader

author's note: THANK U ALL SM FOR 100 FOLLOWERS OMGGG ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎ this means so much to me and i will woek harder to give u all good works! i'm so in looooove with akaza and angst is my habitat so of course, this isn't a bother! i hope you like this and have a lovely day!

was there a lifetime waiting for us, in a world where i was yours?

you first saw him when you were walking back home to your village after a round at the night market, selling your handwoven mats and cloths. he was drenched in blood and you saw the exact moment he threw your dead father's body to the ground.

you were stricken with shock and fear, but you remained rooted in place, eyes searching for your mother. he sensed your presence, so he turned around to take a good look at you, taken aback when he saw your hunched form and the cloth you use to cover your mouth.

you didn't mind him, going forward in a frantic hunt for your mother who was nowhere to be seen. in a rush, you tripped over a dead body, making you fall face flat to the ground.

you had a hard time regaining balance until you feel a hand grip your haori, raising you into the air as your feet lifted off the ground. you saw a pair of eyes that said "upper moon three" stare into yours.

"hey, are you blind or just dumb?" he asked with a rough voice to which you did not respond. you just stared at him without a word, waiting for him to put you down.

"is this another one of my hallucinations?" you thought to yourself, feeling your feet touch the cold ground again. you looked up at him and reached out a hand, which made him flinch and take a step back. you insisted and reached out another hand, this time quickly poking his left cheek.

"ah, so it isn't a hallucination" you muttered and continued to look for your mother. the demon was dumbfounded at your reaction, a little annoyed to be honest. you just saw him a kill a man with bare hands but you did not bat an eye and just continued looking for your mother.

he followed you, observing your movement and aura, as well as the way you carry yourself. it was obvious that you were ill and you have a weak body. an image of a woman flashed in his mind, but he shook it off, thinking of it as muzan's memories.

as you tripped on a tree branch for the nth time, he finally spoke to you again. "hey, the women in the village went up the mountain" he said in a low voice, leaning against a tree to gauge your reaction. you just looked at him and nodded, muttering a small "thanks" before going up the direction of the mountain.

he hurried to accompany you, just staying by your side. he felt you inch closer to him whenever the wind blew colder and whenever you heard an owl hoot or a wolf howl. he let you be, because it seemed like you would collapse at anytime.

arriving at the middle of the mountain, a few feet away from a temple, you turned to look at the man beside you. "thank you so much, upper moon three-san, i might've tripped endlessly if it weren't for you" you said and bowed down to him.

he didn't respond, just staring at you. feeling yourself shrink at his stare and unaware of what to do, you reached into your makeshift bag and took a blue haori out, handing it to him, which he took confusedly.

"it might start snowing tomorrow, keep yourself warm" you said and walked away from him, going to the temple where you could see the women in your village huddled up together.

before completely stepping into the temple, you turned to look at him, only to see a gust of wind and the empty forest you two walked in.

smell of rain through the window pane, and the sight of you. oh, you were a good dream

the next time you saw him was seven days later, when it was pouring down outside, so your mother insisted that you stay in while she takes care of your goods.

he appeared as soon as the sun began to set, sitting by your bed side and watching you stare at nothing as the raindrops assaulted your window. you looked at him after a few minutes.

"am i dying?" you asked him directly, which made him give you a scandalized look. you were so serious that it sounded as if you do not fear death, or as if you are always prepared for death to appear at your door and take you.

there was silence in the room for a few minutes. "well, i guess you only talk if you want, i'll talk instead" you said and took out your needle and thread, beginning to fix your ripped haori while listening to the thunder going on outside.

"i was born with a weak body, a very very weak one. the healers said that it was because my mother neglected her body during pregnancy. i was always sick ever since, never getting to live a normal life" you narrated, not bothering to look at the demon who stared at your nimble fingers while listening to your story.

"but i didn't believe them, i knew that the reason why my body is weak is because my father abused my mother a lot, he also cheated on her a lot of times. my uncle once saw him in the red district, and my mom has never been the same ever since" you continued, looking at the demon this time finally, gauging his expression. but when you saw nothing, you went back to sewing your haori.

the room went silent again, and when you finished sewing, you put back your tools and folded your haori. the demon cleared his throat, gaining your attention.

"why aren't you afraid of me? i massacred the men in your village" he spoke, eyes unwavering as it stared into yours. you chuckled and sat up, and you were surprised to feel him assist you to lean on your headboard.

"thank you. the man i saw you kill was my father, so thank you. he was the man who brought me to this world, but he was never really a father" you replied, fiddling with a little doll your mother gor you years ago. "as for why i am not afraid of you, well, i've had my fair share of creatures of the night" you said softly, reaching for a comb in your night stand, proceeding to comb through the strands of your hair.

"i've had a wesk body since birth. and there were a lot of moments where i had a foot through death's door. i'd see shinigamis, ghosts, jorogumos, and enenras. so a demon like you is no surprise for me. it was actually comforting, since i wasn't able to play with other children, they'd talk to me and entertain me. the last time i saw one was a few years ago though, but i'm still wary all the time, because no one knows when they'll come and take me. seeing creatures like you, i take it as a warning to be careful about my health and body" you explained slowly to him, making his eyes widen as he nodded slowly.

silence reigned the room once again, and you closed your eyes, the rain slowly coming to an end as the roar of the thunder came to a halt. the soft patter of the rain on your window lulling you to sleep.

when you woke up, the moon was high in the sky and the demon was still beside you. but this time, he had a bowl of congee in his hands, putting it on your night stand before standing up.

"get better soon. i'll be on my way now" he said and before he completely walked away, you held his wrist gently and weakly. he turned around, surprised at your bold gesture.

you reached into your drawer and took out a red haori this time. "it's cold out. you might catch a cold" you said and handed it to him, letting go of his wrist. he gave you a small smile and opened your door.

before disappearing, he said one last thing. "i'm akaza" you turned to look at him with a warm smile. nodding at him, you spoke in a soft voice.

"i'm miyuki. be safe, akaza" you said and took your congee as he went out of your sight.

you ignored the way the air felt colder when he was gone, you focused on finishing the congee that akaza made for you, smiling as the taste reminded you of something distant and far.

and akaza ignored the way your name sounded so familiar, the way you felt so close yet so far, and the way his name sounded so good coming from your lips.

is there a lifetime waiting for us? all this time i have been yours

he often pops up for evening visits since then, making sure that you were in a good shape and that your health was not doing too bad. he disappeared for a week after his last visit, and you wondered when you would see him again.

and along with those nights of visits and waitings, your feelings began to bloom for the man who made you feel alive again. who made you see colors once again in this monochromatic world.

he made you feel worthy of affection and care.

and you knew that feelings will eventually begin to bloom sometime, and you hoped that it wouldn't drive the man away.

the next time you met him was during the new year festival in the town. being the opportunist you are, you insisted on going out to market your woven mats, cloths, and haoris, not passing up on the crowd to sell these.

not even ten minutes into setting up your stall, you saw the red haired demon in the crowd of people making his way to you.

when he was in front of you, he placed a pouch in your palms. opening it, you saw it filled to the brim with gold coins. you looked up at him, about to return it.

"do not worry, my colleagues saw the haori you gave me, so they wanted me to purchase them one as well" he said and wrapped your stuff, taking it into his arms. he helped you stand up and dusted off your haori.

"where are we going?" you asked as he began to lead you through the crowd. you did not know how but it seemed like it wasn't so packed, you were able to move freely and you weren't squished by sweaty bodies of the people.

"to the bridge. we can see the fireworks there magnificently" he replied which made you smile, you've never seen fireworks before, but you do think that they are quite the view.

you followed him and soon, you two were on the bridge, hand in hand while waiting for the fireworks show. he turned to you, taking out a floral-designed handcomb, putting it into your hair that was styled into a bun.

you felt warm and fuzzy inside, you did not feel any butterflies, because you felt safe and at ease beside him, you felt safe with akaza.

the fireworks went off moments later and they captivated your eyes, gaining the entirety of your attention. you watched as the different colors exploded, leaving sparks in their wake. the sounds they made, made you felt giddy inside and the colors added to the joy your heart felt in that moment.

too engrossed in the firework show, you failed to notice the way akaza was staring at you. staring at you like you were the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. like you put all the stars in the night sky for him and him only. he watched as your glossy eyes reflected the fireworks, but you were much prettier than any scenery right now.

and when you looked at him with tears of joy in your eyes, something clicked in the two of you, eyes widening at the realization.

"hakuji?"

"koyuki?"

you asked simultaneously, tears escaping both of your eyes as you wasted no time in jumping into his arms, burying your face into his neck, not minding the stares of other people.

this was why his touch felt so familiar. why his eyes looked like the stars you admired on a distant memory. why his voice sounded like a soft lullaby. why his congee tasted so familiar. why everything about him felt so right and felt so much like home.

and this was why you were so intriguing, that he cannot seem to leave you alone. why your smile made him feel warm. why he can't stop from looking after you. why he felt that he needed to be beside you most of the time. why everything about you completed something that he was missing for years.

"my husband, hakuji. i've missed you" you sobbed harder and clung to his haori, not daring to let go.

"oh, koyuki, my love. i'm sorry it took me so long" he responded, pressing a kiss to your temple.

the two of you welcomed the new year as one, one heart and soul, sharing the suppressed love for each other all these years.

he was going to be your source of strength from now on, and you were going to be the one who will put him back on track.

you made a silent promise to be always beside him no matter what or where or when.

he made a silent promise to be always by your side, and that he'll no longer make the same mistakes he did.

and as you two were overjoyed by your reunion, neither of you noticed the demon lord lurking in the distance, shaking his head as his upper moon three got back his pathetic, weak and helpless human memories.

additional a/n: i'm letting this be an open-ended scenario, so it is up to you to decide if akaza and reader gets their happy ending or if muzan steps in to break their bond. also, i used "lifetime" by ben&ben as an outline for the story. as always, likes and reblogs are very appreciated! love lots <3

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