#my mc is me but it's not me but it's me y'know?

[rozhliena]

mc x mammon

you construct intricate rituals in order to touch the skin of the avatar of greed, ambiguous season but i would venture it's still during s1 of the original game, mostly just palavering about the gaze nothing actually occurs

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul.

"Don't you get eyestrain?" you ask Mammon, tilting your head as you sink back into the pillows on your bed. "With the sunglasses." It isn't bright in your room, the lights set just shy of their dimmest mode as you get ready to go to bed, and neither is his D.D.D.'s brightness set high. But he wears them all the time anyway, even in the evening. "Or are your eyes just sensitive?"

From where he's leaning at the side of your bed, frantically tapping some blinking lights on his D.D.D., Mammon shakes his head. "Nah, my eyes are fine," he says. "I just like the look of 'em."

A fair, if somewhat odd, assessment. You can't say you dislike the look, either, which has grown as familiar as the sight of him in your room — you're actually not sure why he's here today. It just seems like a given, some routine you've fallen into. There are two toothbrushes in the bathroom connecting to the bedroom, and there is a hamper in the corner for clothes that aren't yours, though they never seem to make it into the basket without your help, and the extra hangers in your wardrobe have lately been put into use more often than not. It's not exactly normal, you know that, but it comes so naturally.

"Are you gambling on mobile games again?" you ask, reaching over to pluck the sunglasses off his face, wondering if you should feel amusement or concern at the fact that he hadn't reacted to the motion at all. But maybe that's natural to him, too. You look at the orange-tinted lenses curiously. "You probably shouldn't, you know."

"I'm gonna win this one, serious, y'know, statistically and shit — "

When you put the sunglasses on, they're slightly large on your face, and they really aren't special aside from being from a Devildom designer brand that sounds suspiciously similar to the human world's Gucci. A typical pair of polarized sunglasses. You sigh, pulling them off. You lean over to place them back on Mammon's face, slightly askew. "Still losing?" You know he is; he's already out of in-game currency. Sure enough, the lights on the animated slot machine go red.

"Hey! You jinxed me!" he complains, adjusting the crooked sunglasses as the plaintive whine of a loser's trombone plays from his phone's speakers, but he turns off the game and stretches across your bed. His eyes peek out above the tinted lenses of his sunglasses, toward you. Like he's expecting something. You wonder if he's even aware of the way he looks at you sometimes, so intently it seems to go right through to the back of your neck.

"What's up," you say.

His gaze shifts, lands on the second hamper in the room, half-filled with his clothes by someone who isn't him. He's thanked you for it before, but you wonder what he actually thinks about the entire thing. "I dunno. Just lookin'." At this angle, you can only make out the blue in his eyes.

You sit up. "Are demon eyes different from human eyes? Like, in terms of biology."

Mammon looks at you, a little incredulously, and then laughs. "Man, how the hell would I know that? I ain't a nerd like Satan."

You shrug, moving so you're facing him properly. "I don't know. But can I check?"

He grimaces, but he's already folding up his sunglasses and hooking them into the collar of his shirt. "Like, you're not gonna poke 'em or anything, right? Would you even know the difference between, y'know, human and demon eyes?"

"Maybe. I don't know." When you moved just now, your hand brushed against his, where below the knuckles is the faded smudge of a stamp he'd had to get at one of Beel's games. Identical to one on your own hand. The game itself hadn't been particularly intriguing, and what you remember more than anything else is that it had been cold that day. You and he had to huddle up together beneath a blanket, and Mammon's bony elbows poked into your ribs to such an extent that you wondered if it wasn't less comfortable in the blanket than outside of it. But when he turned to you, smiling sheepishly, looking at you the way he does, warmth bloomed in your chest and you couldn't even feel the ache over it.

Mammon looks at you the way he does and shrugs. "Whatever. All yours."

There's no way to make this seem normal, you know that. When you take his face in your hands you don't think too much about how easily his face fits against your palms as you angle his head toward the light. His cheeks are warm. He doesn't resist at all. "Don't close your eyes so I can look at your pupils."

It's not an order, but Mammon goes along with it anyway, though his eyes tremble a little, avoiding your gaze, when you lean in to inspect.

When the light hits them, the pupils constrict like they would in any other eye. Whenever Mammon looks over his sunglasses, his eyes are like the bright blue sky of the human world above a sea of sand, but up this close, they're entirely normal. The same pupils, irises, sclerae. Tear ducts. The delicate blood vessels along the white of the eye. Eyelashes, to keep out debris. It's almost disappointing. The only distinction anyone could make between his eyes and those of a human's is that his irises are unnaturally vivid and possess two colors, but even then, there are some humans with those same traits.

"I can't tell the difference," you admit. "They look like any other set of eyes."

The set in question flicks to yours, narrowing slightly. "Hey, just 'cause I'm being generous doesn't mean you can go lumpin' me in with everyone else." He reaches up, his hand finding purchase at one of your wrists like he's going to wrench you away from him, but he just keeps it there. "I'm the Great Mammon, y'know?" The warmth bleeds into your skin.

"I know that," you say softly, still not thinking. "Hey, close your eyes." Again, it's not an order, no force behind the words, but again Mammon obliges. His eyelashes are so light they're almost transparent. You brush the pad of your thumb over the thin skin of the eyelid, over the light oily sheen there. His closed eyes quiver beneath your touch.

"Does eyeshadow give you trouble?" you ask. "Because of your eyelids."

"Lil bit," he says. "When I do gigs I gotta prime 'em and carry those blotting things. But hey, I always end up lookin' good, yeah?" His mouth turns up in a contagious grin.

"You do." It comes out of your mouth so easily. His cheeks go warm at the admission, but he doesn't say anything this time. He's letting you feel around his eyes like it's nothing, and you think, maybe there isn't any real difference between demons and humans, after all. Eyes or otherwise. You let your fingers trace along his face to under the chin, angling his head upward. During the game, you had reached down to one of his arms and squeezed, not because it accomplished anything for heat, but because it was instinctual, like scratching an itch, or like blinking.

Your faces are so close. Kissing Mammon would be so simple — twist of the wrist, tilt of the head. You'd land his lips in one try; it would come naturally, and his mouth would be soft and warm. You wonder if he would let you kiss him.

Mammon's eyes flutter open. His grasp on your wrist tightens slightly. You can feel his breath on your face. Your own breath catches in your throat. "What're you doing?" he whispers.

"Just looking," you whisper back. He doesn't let go.

[misc-obeyme]

I’m not entirely sure if this is NSFW so I do apologize in advance (Writing request)

For years I’ve been looking for anything on a bratty bottom Lucifer; go wild with it :3

I’m a bit tired of seeing always been dominate; I just want to see him be a princess LMAO

Oh uh.. h-hey there, anon... Sorry I'm only getting to this FIVE MONTHS after you sent it 😅

Hopefully you didn't give up on me and still get to read it l;asdkfj.

I wasn't sure how to make this not NSFW to be honest. Like okay bratty bottom Lucifer? But also a princess?? I did try to include some build up that was not smut, but most of this is smut. It was supposed to be a drabble and woah I got carried away. I swear they will not all be this long.

Anyway, I was kind of imagining male reader for this, but I tried to make it vague enough that you could also read it as pegging. Not sure if I succeeded, but hey I tried lol.

Lucifer x GN!MC (sorta??? see above note)

NSFW MDNI

Warnings: top!MC, bottom!Lucifer, fingering, oral, and penetration (Lucifer receiving), begging, pact commands, praise, a lil bit of hair pulling, Lucifer bein' a little bratty but like he's still him y'know... not sure how else to describe that lol

Something was going on with Lucifer. You could tell when he was distracted at breakfast, when his thoughts seemed to be elsewhere on the way to RAD, and especially when he didn't react at all to his brothers' bickering.

You knew you had to get him alone if you wanted to know what was on his mind. He wouldn't open up with anyone else around.

As the day passed, you kept looking for a good opportunity. It finally came after Devildom Law. As the two of you exited the classroom, you remembered that there was a small alcove nearby. You grabbed Lucifer's hand and pulled him into the relative privacy of the small space.

To your complete surprise, he barely resisted. A slight tug against your hand and a muttered, "MC" was the entirety of his reaction.

Once you were safely ensconced, you raised your eyebrows at him, his hand still firmly in your own, your bodies almost touching. "What's the matter with you today?"

Lucifer's gaze seemed distant as he stared at you for a moment. And then he snapped out of it, his brow furrowing and his mouth turning into a frown.

He pulled his hand out of yours. "There's nothing the matter with me."

You folded your arms. "Is that so? Then why didn't you stop Asmo and Levi from arguing at the breakfast table this morning? Or tell Belphie not to sleep through Devildom Law? You're distracted."

"Are you suggesting that I'm failing in my duties to keep my brothers in line?" There was a slight edge to this question. A tone that somehow indicated both irritation and resignation.

"That's exactly what I'm saying," you said. You smirked, running your knuckles down his cheek. "Don't worry. I can tell you've just got too much on your plate. Why don't you let me help you relax?"

Lucifer grabbed your wrist, but didn't pull your hand away from his cheek. "What makes you think you can?"

You pretended to be offended. "It's me," you said. "Do you even need to ask?"

Lucifer turned slightly away from you, about to leave. "If you really think you can help, then come to my room when you get back to the House of Lamentation."

You didn't say anything as Lucifer walked off, but you smiled to yourself. You were sure he would be thinking about later for the rest of the day.

In fact, you had the pleasure of watching him squirm whenever he caught your eye across the room. It was even better when you smiled knowingly at him, making him blush and look away.

If the others noticed anything, they didn't dare to say.

So you knew that Lucifer was already in a flustered state by the time you found yourself standing outside his bedroom door that evening.

You knocked politely, as if you were only there to check in on him.

Lucifer made you wait. You could hear him moving around, but it took a long time for him to finally open the door. He looked at you as though he was surprised to see you there.

"Are you going to let me in?" you asked.

Lucifer huffed and left the door open for you, going back into the room. You followed him and closed it behind you with a soft click.

Lucifer's back was to you. He had changed out of his RAD uniform when he arrived home, but now his coat was discarded, his sleeves rolled up, and even his tie slightly undone. He rubbed at his eyes again.

You walked up to him, letting your fingers trail across his back. Lucifer sighed and you could feel the tension in his muscles.

"So?" you asked. "Are you going to listen to me? Or are you going to fight me?"

Lucifer jerked away from you a little, sitting down on his bed. He folded his arms and looked at you with an expression that would be petulant on anyone else. For him, it was leaned more toward irritation.

"You certainly think highly of yourself," Lucifer said.

You knew then that it was going to be a task to get him to relax the way you wanted him to. He was already too uptight, already too wound up from the amount of work he'd had to do lately.

You smirked. "Fighting me, then," you said.

You didn't wait for his response, only strode over to him and straddled his lap. He steadied your hips with his hands, but waited with a frown on his face.

"Don't look like that," you said, cupping his cheeks. "I only want to make you feel better."

"I don't need your help," Lucifer said brusquely.

Your response was to kiss him. Despite his attitude, Lucifer didn't resist. It was careful at first, lips pressed lightly against each other. But you knew it wasn't enough and you didn't want him to think that things would be easy for him. You reached up, grasped a handful of his hair, and pulled his head back. He gasped and you took advantage of his now open mouth, letting your tongue slide against his.

The heat that suddenly radiated off his skin was so satisfying. You tugged on his hair a little more, enjoying the slight movement of his head, the way his hands squeezed you harder, the desperate moan that he couldn't hold back.

You broke away abruptly, removing yourself from him entirely. You stood before him, just out of reach. His face was flushed, his mouth slightly open, hair askew.

"MC," he said and his tone was completely changed.

You cocked your head to the side. "What's that? I thought you didn't need my help."

Lucifer stood up, moved toward you, put his hands back on your waist. "I don't," he said.

You chuckled at that response. He was so predictable. You moved away again. "All right, then. I have other things to do tonight. I'll see you tomorrow."

You walked toward his door.

"MC, wait."

You paused, your hand on the door knob. You looked over your shoulder at him.

Lucifer couldn't look at you.

"Yes?" you prompted.

Lucifer blushed, his eyes closed. "Please don't leave."

You turned back to him, amused. You walked up to him and suddenly took hold of his tie. "Look at me."

Lucifer opened his eyes and met yours.

"If you want me to take care of you, stop acting like you don't," you said. "Get on your knees and beg."

Lucifer sank to his knees, straining against your hold on his tie. You lowered your hand with him, so he wouldn't be strangled, but you didn't let go.

Once he was on his knees before you, Lucifer reached out, putting his hands on your hips again. "Please, MC," he said.

"Please what?" you asked. You really wanted to make him work for it.

Lucifer's blush deepened. "Please… command me…"

Your expression softened and you smiled at him. If there was one thing Lucifer secretly enjoyed, it was being commanded by his pact with you.

"Lucifer," you said, your voice soft in the quiet room. "Tell me the truth."

You felt a surge of satisfaction as Lucifer's eyes widened. He hadn't been expecting that. He somehow maintained his position as the truth spilled from his lips.

"I'm so stressed I can't sleep at night," he said. "I'm losing track of all the things I have to do and it makes me feel incompetent. I can't control my brothers. I can barely take care of myself anymore. All I want is for you to take care of me, just for tonight."

You didn't think he could blush any harder and yet…

You let go of his tie, took hold of his hands, and pulled him to his feet. You pushed him back on his bed then climbed up on top of him, dropping kisses along his jaw and down his neck. You paused for a moment to look into his eyes. "Good boy."

You thought he might come right then and there, but all he did was close his eyes and exhale sharply.

You made quick work of his suit, starting by removing his tie entirely and working your way down until there was nothing left. He remained still as you looked over his naked body. He was beautiful. No matter how he acted with you, you couldn't deny this fact.

Lucifer's red eyes seemed to glow in the dim light, but there was a shyness about his expression that you wanted to admire for a moment. He was blushing still, the pink hue highlighting his cheekbones and descending across his neck and shoulders.

He watched you for a moment while you removed your own clothes quickly, getting yourself ready to ravage him completely.

You were pleased with how quiet and docile he had become, as though speaking the truth of his needs and wants had finally tamed him.

You climbed up onto the bed and settled on top of him, kissing his slightly parted lips. Lucifer reacted immediately, opening his mouth for you and arching his back. You broke away to kiss down his chest, paying special attention to each nipple as you went lower and lower.

Your fingers played around the base of his already straining cock. You hovered above it, looking up at him with a smile.

"MC," he managed to say between heaving breaths. You saw the way his hands were twisted into the sheets beneath him.

"Desperate, aren't you?" you asked.

"Please, MC," he said and you were surprised that he didn't break eye contact with you.

You decided to reward him a little for this and took his cock into your mouth. The way he attempted to prevent himself from bucking up his hips was adorable. He didn't quite manage it, but you didn't mind. You pressed down on them yourself, letting the tension of his muscles create a slight ache for him. He moaned so deliciously, you almost wanted to let him come in your mouth.

But you didn't. You pulled your mouth away. The whine that slowly escaped him was so satisfying.

He looked up at you as you readjusted yourself. His eyes were half lidded and he looked a bit dizzy. He didn't protest further, only waited for whatever you had planned next.

You knelt between his legs, let your fingers dance lightly across his thighs. He squirmed a bit beneath you, still panting heavily. He seemed to anticipate your intentions, letting go of the sheets for a moment to pull some lubricant out of his bedside drawer, shoving it toward you incoherently.

You smirked and took it from him. "Always so prepared."

Lucifer blushed and looked away, turning his head on the pillow and digging his hand back into the sheets.

You tutted. "Don't turn away from me," you said, reaching out to turn his face back toward you.

You wanted to watch his delightful expressions as you pressed each lubed finger into his hole. The little gasps and moans, the fluttering of his eyes open and shut, and at the third finger the teeth biting his bottom lip.

That was more than you could take. You slipped your fingers out of him and put your cock inside instead.

The minute you entered him, Lucifer gasped and wrapped his legs around your waist. You positioned yourself over him, letting your arms rest on either side of his head, so you could kiss him as you began to thrust into him.

Lucifer moaned against your mouth, his body moving in time with yours, his back arching up and his hips jerking. You leaned to one side, allowing space for you to reach between your bodies, gripping his cock which was already leaking all over your stomachs. Your lips trailed along his neck, down his shoulder, across his chest, timing your kisses with each thrust and pump of his cock.

Lucifer was a mess in moments, though he tried to keep himself quiet, his moans and heavy gasps inevitably became louder.

His hands left the sheets to clutch at your back instead, fingernails running down your skin, but not breaking it. You didn't know if he had the presence of mind not to make you bleed or if it was simply that he was too weak from pleasure to do much damage.

He cried out your name as his cum splattered hot and heavy between you. The warmth of it seeped across your belly and dripped down your thighs. The sight of him and the evidence of his orgasm heating your skin, the somehow still melodic sound of his voice though it was ragged, the feeling of his hands on you, still grasping but now with barely any strength, everything was a small piece of the overall sensation of being in him, of being with him, of being the one to make him come completely undone. It was enough to bring you to the edge yourself.

You pulled out of him quickly, knowing how he would make a fuss about cleaning up, but to your surprise he seemed unable to move. He stayed limp against the sheets, his eyes half closed as he stared at the ceiling.

You couldn't help but laugh softly to yourself. You were quite pleased with how flushed and dazed he looked.

You took care of him, though. This had been meant to relax him and now that he was finally limp and pliable on the bed, it was time to pamper him. You cleaned yourself first, then cleaned him up as well, doing whatever he needed you to until he felt he was decent enough to allow you to snuggle in with him beneath his blankets.

You held him in your arms, his head pressed against your chest. You felt the soft air of his breathing, the light tickle of his hair against your skin. You ran your fingers through it gently.

"Now are you glad I was here to help you?" you asked.

Lucifer huffed against you. "I won't tolerate any more of your teasing, MC," he said. "If you continue, I'll kick you out of my room."

You laughed. It was an empty threat and you both knew it. You kissed his head as he snuggled closer. Tomorrow, you would wake up a little earlier than him just so you could make him some hell coffee. He deserved a little break after all he'd been through. But for now, you enjoyed the warmth of his skin against yours as you drifted into a peaceful slumber.

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[lonely-north-star]

thank you for the tag satang and ven !!! 🫶 i remember going crazy when this card came out ajwjd

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Day 3 AND 5: Mammon/Leviathan

idk I just figured this could be something that happens from time to time. Trying to divide your time between 7 demon brothers can be difficult, specially when one of them is feeling a little bit too impatient to wait for his turn.

@obeymetournaments's obey me month list can be found here.

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well. i missed them maybe a little bit. let’s never speak of this again

[cookiesandbiscuits]

Cookie's Writing Challenge Day Four: Excitement

Prompt of the Day: Excitement

Featured Characters: Elyssabeth Alcyone, Eris Alexander, Margarette Camellia Sanchez, and Lucifer

Genre: Fluff

Summary: The family's going on a surprise trip, and the two kids are so excited that they couldn't fall asleep. Fortunately for them, Mama's here to help!

A/N: Hearing Solmare's announcement was the final push I needed to finish up this fic and post it (writing it out of spite lol). This was stuck in my drafts for a YEAR 💀

Also, consider this as a part of my OM Timeskip AU.

With that being said, I hope you enjoy this little family fluff.

Note: Italicized words' meanings at the end.

Warning: NOT PROOFREAD (my head is still pounding from doing schoolwork so this may be a little incoherent 💀)

Cookie's 18th Birthday Bash Countdown Event

Cookie's Writing Challenge Prompts

< Day Three: Rest

In the late hours of the night, the usual noise of the House of Lamentation is reduced to a peaceful quiet as the residents doze off to dreamland.

This night, however, was different.

Soft giggling can be heard from the room of the youngest members of the family.

"Ate, do you think we'll visit a museum this time?" The young boy, Eris, asked his sister Elyssabeth who was lying at the bottom bunk of their bed.

"I'm not sure, but I hope we'll visit the seaside again. The sunset we saw before was really pretty."

"Ooh! And what if this time we'll make an overnight stay and make a campfire like those in the movies!"

This time, he peered down to look at her.

"Wouldn't that be awesome?"

Elyssabeth giggled in response as she began to imagine the scene.

"Elyssa? Eris? Why are you still up?"

Hearing their names, the two children turned to see the figure standing by the door.

"Mama!"

There stood Camellia with a questioning look. In her hands was a tray with two glasses of milk on it.

Closing the door behind with magic, she made her way to the bunk bed and asked, "Too excited to fall asleep?"

The children nodded.

"I thought so," Camellia smiled softly and placed the glasses on the bedside table.

"Mama, are we going to a museum tomorrow?"

"Or at the seaside again for an overnight stay and do a campfire at night?"

She couldn't help but chuckle at the twins' questions. It seems like they're really excited for this trip, she thought.

"Maybe, maybe not. Who knows..." she says in a teasing lilt.

"The only way to find out is if you wake up tomorrow on time for the trip, so you really need to sleep now."

Eris whined at her reply. "But Mamaaaa, I have to know! Tell us... pretty please~?"

"But then it wouldn't be a surprise anymore, wouldn't it...?"

Camellia paused. An idea had just formed in her mind.

"How about this? What if I stay here and we can make a pillow fort? Sounds good?"

Upon hearing her suggestion, Elyssabeth and Eris immediately lit up and hurriedly brought their pillows and blankets on the floor.

"Are you done with your milk?" Camellia asked as she finishes arranging the pillows and blankets.

"Yep! All finished!" the children answered, putting the empty glasses back on the table.

She smiled and patted the spaces beside her.

Elyssabeth was the first to lie down inside the pillow fort, followed by her younger twin.

Camellia was the last one to lie down, ensuring that the two was comfortable enough first.

"Mama..." Elyssabeth softly called.

"Yes, my little chestnut?"

"Can you tell us the story of the Sun King and the Flower Maiden?"

"Are you sure? You've heard it several times now."

"It's my favorite," the young girl replied.

Camellia sighed before smiling. "...Alright."

Once upon a time, there lived a young maiden in a faraway village. She was the daughter of the village chief and was known for her remarkable beauty.

Every day, she would always bathe in the river before sunrise, and the moment she finishes, the sun is already appearing from the horizon. And every time, she would comb her long, silken hair and watch the sun ascend while weaving a flower crown that she would wear.

She would then place fresh flowers from her garden on the village's makeshift altar as an offering to God.

Unbeknownst to her, the Sun King who travels around the world every day in his golden chariot would watch her as she goes on her day, and he eventually fell in love with her.

The Sun King wanted the maiden to know how he feels towards her. But he wasn't human like her. He doesn't have a mouth that he could use to declare his love for her.

Then one afternoon, as the Sun King prepares himself to return to his home, he saw the maiden sleeping peacefully under the shade of a huge tree. He was so mesmerized by her beauty that he couldn't help but touch her face with his golden rays and accidentally taking her with him in his golden chariot.

However, the Sun King realized that as much as he loved her, he wouldn't be able to bring her back to his celestial home. So with a heavy heart, he slowly placed the maiden back to where she was sleeping and left. The maiden woke up after that, thinking that all that happened earlier was only a dream as she watched the sky's different colors caused by the setting sun.

But that brief contact between the Sun King and the maiden resulted to something, and many moons later, it was found out that the maiden was carrying the Sun King's child in her womb.

The maiden's father, the village chief, asked her daughter how it happened. But the maiden could not answer, for she doesn't know that the Sun King was the father of her child. This angered her father, and he banished the poor maiden from the village.

Saddened by this, the maiden visited her flower garden, her tears wetting the grass before she went to the makeshift altar and prayed.

In the following days, the maiden walked along the track beside the river. Her food were the wild fruits she found, and her shelter the shade of the trees. And there, she gave birth to her and the Sun King's daughter. The child, being the Sun King's daughter, has fair skin and a round face and beautiful eyes.

Meanwhile, back in the village, the flowers slowly wilted without the maiden's presence. The village also became gloomy since her banishment.

The village chief, realizing how lonely it was without his one and only daughter, ordered his men to find her and bring her back.

The moment the maiden returned to the village with her newborn daughter, the village was once again filled with joy and the flowers bloomed and became vibrant again.

"...And they lived happily, ever after."

As if on cue, the door opened the moment the story ended, revealing Lucifer on the other side.

"Shhh... they just fell asleep," said Camellia in a hushed voice.

"Then you'll be sleeping here, I take it?" Lucifer replied in a similar tone.

"Mm... You could sleep here too, you know? There's still some space."

There was a moment of silence before the Avatar of Pride joined the three inside the pillow fort and lied beside Elyssabeth who was now sleeping soundly.

Camellia softly smiled at the sight.

"They were so excited for the trip tomorrow, I can't help but hope they enjoy it a lot."

"Then all the more reason to ensure that things will go smoothly tomorrow," Lucifer hummed, mirroring her smile with his own.

Looking at him, a small thought came to her mind before closing her eyes.

Sana hindi matapos ang mga ganitong sandali.

"Good night, love."

"Good night."

Ate - an honorific in Filipino which is used to refer to an older sister or a slightly older woman.

The Sun King and the Flower Maiden - a folk tale that tells the reason why flowers seem to bloom a lot during the month of May. The original title is "Bakit Mabulaklak Ang Buwan ng Mayo" (lit. Why is the Month of May Flowery?) (I'm the one who came up with the title used in this fic lol).

"Sana hindi matapos ang mga ganitong sandali." - "I hope these moments would never end."

Tags: @officialdaydreamer00 @identity-theft-101 @the-clockwork-fiend @cloudcountry @twst-beam @yourlocalgrass @amberrskiies

[roboticutie]

It's a side-mission that I don't think many end up doing, at least from the lack of talking about it I see, but still. The figurines. If you succeed a check in the pawn shop, you can take a figurine of a headless soldier on a horse. If you've done that, when you inspect the stained glass Dolores Dei you can get the task to give her any and all figurines you can find. Perhaps you can one day. Even when you get this task, though, it feels odd- it confuses your Logic because Dei has long since passed, but... Maybe you can give her these gifts somehow? You can find another figurine in the unplayable Wirral expansion pack (I only found it bc I didn't know you couldn't play Wirral w Kim). There are only these 2, according to the wiki, and I have not found more.

This task is another moment where the writers really manage to emulate that feeling of not only loss, but lost-ness that you get a few times in the game. When I did this task I thought it would be something extraordinary, maybe vaguely supernatural as there are a few things confirmed to be unexplainable happening with and around Harry, y'know? I had hope and intrigue and didn't even realize how strange and rare it must be to get this task on accident bc after typing it out I realized the starting parameters were VERY specific and easy to miss, actually. And I was so excited to find who to give it to, maybe a lost shrine, or someone reaching through a spot of pale and time, maybe when I found 3 or 5 I could lay them at her shattered feet and look behind the glass, something odd and unexplainable.

Then I met her in the dream. And just before it ended I was reminded that I'm supposed to give Dei the figurines. And that's when it dawned on me what Harry had forgotten, and I knew what he'd done to his memory of Dora by combining the two, and... It was so sobering and desolate. It felt the same way the end of a party feels, when you're the last to leave. The balloons are still up, but there's streamers on the floor, crumbs on the plates, bowls of snacks emptied, walls that held and echoed laughter are silent. The after image of something amazing, left only with the memory and the knowledge that that moment will never, ever happen the same way again.

You fulfill this task by giving all found figurines to Dora in the final dream.

And it does nothing. It doesn't work. Nothing will work. She would have liked them once, but like Dei, that Dora is dead. She died years ago and the Dora that remains is far, far away now.

Just like when I had no idea the carriage was Harry's until Kim spelled it out for us 2 hours later after chatting and whistling and relaxing; the figurines made what Harry was feeling and going through dawn on me so personally. I can't explain it in words well enough. I was so disappointed the figurines weren't some greater purpose, I was sad this was all we were holding onto them for, I was disappointed in Harry for trying to use trinkets to win her back, I was upset that they didn't do anything good, she didn't even want them; and I knew that's what Harry felt in that moment, too.

It's a level of "Show, don't tell," that not many writers set themselves up to be able to achieve. Even in this game there are only a handful of moments that are able to put you into Harry's headspace so precisely, and all of them are very specific and rely heavily on context given or lost on the player. It's impressive. I think about those figurines a lot.

[aiscapades]

this is the first and only time i will be blatantly nsfw on tumblr dot com

ais saying "sing for me, little sparrow" in that very specific circumstance :)

[not-poignant]

Hi! I’m really enjoying Stain! I started reading it right after finishing Wind because I loved your writing so much, it’s actually got me back into reading fanfic after a long slump, so thank you for that! I know this is a ridiculous ask and I’m sorry for even asking, but I was just wondering if the therapist character is going to be prominent moving forward? Tim is the name of my abuser and I know it’s silly but I find it pretty triggering seeing that name when I’m not expecting it. It caught me off guard in the last chapter and now I’m just a bit shaken and worried that it’s going to kill my enjoyment of the rest of the fic. Basically I’m just wondering if he’ll be there a lot and specifically mentioned by name? Again sorry for asking I know it’s dumb. Thank you for writing these beautiful fics, I hope you’re having a great day!

Hi anon,

As someone with PTSD, who has found character names triggering in the past, all I can suggest is that you stop reading and take care of yourself, until you reach a point where the name doesn't cause the same reaction in you anymore.

I've written a story about a character who shared a name with a rapist in my past, and for most of my life I would never have been able to do that, and couldn't even be friends with people who shared his name, and then one day I could write a long multi-chaptered story, and have a lot less problems with the name. Hopefully one day you get a bit more distance that way as well. Therapy and a lot of time helped, and also just not forcing myself to be around it until I knew I could handle it better.

But until then, it's not good to push yourself, and I am not planning this story, but the therapist is definitely mentioned again by name and will likely be in at least one scene in the future.

Since you already know this makes you shaken, the best option is to simply stop reading. It's not dumb to ask at all, you're looking out for yourself, and that way I can give you an informed answer. :)

Reading a story you're enjoying is not worth being triggered, and there are millions of other fics on AO3, and quite a lot of them are good!

[dcvilgrams]

❝I'm Not Human❞

featuring: Barbatos & my m!MC (Xhura Kusumoto) [he/him] written by: @houselamentation & myself rating: general (w/ language)

notes: i was initially going to convert this into an actual story-prose format but some of the nuances got a little lost along the way so i've decided to keep it as it is for the sake of the quality this is an excerpt from The Disaster Duo Chronicles' Second Arc: Our Endless Summer & details the events of when Barbatos revealed to Xhura that their pact allowed Xhura to turn himself into a demon [summarized here]

Xhura is written by me obviously; & Barbatos is fantastically written by Lia

BARBATOS

"Xhura, Xhura." Barbatos hates when force is necessary but has to pull Xhura's hands away from his hair— as gently as possible but quickly too, before more damage can be done. He holds on to both of them longer than necessary and implores him to listen, to understand,

"Sit down, please. I promised I would help you adapt. I promised that it would be possible for you to thrive in this world. I mean that."

—

XHURA

Xhura stumbles and falls back into his seat because he doesn’t know what else to do. Because Barbatos’ voice is as soothing as always and grounds him like nothing else but…

“You… you said…”

He said it…

“You said I’m not… it’s not all in my head…?”

Because that’s been his biggest worry. All the things they told him in the Human Realm were coming true. He was losing it. It was all in his head. He was being entertained to be made complacent.

Say it again.

“I’m not human.”

—

BARBATOS

"You are not human," Barbatos confirms. Xhura has drawn that conclusion on his own. It's possible he only needs a little more prompting and comfort every step of the way in order to piece the rest together. It is worth a try. Barbatos will help regardless.

He returns to his own seat and refills their teacups. "It is not in your head, Xhura. You were born a human and until very recently, you were a human." He pauses, not to make Xhura worry but to recognize that everything will change as soon as his next point is realized.

"In much the same way that Lucifer was once an angel."

—

XHURA

Much in the same way…

Xhura sniffles, but feels the words rip themselves from his throat as unbidden as they were the night he spoke them.

”’They faded from brilliant white to obsidian the whole time you…’”

The whole time he…

When he…

When they all…

”’What did it feel like… to…’”

“I fell.” That’s not possible. “How did I… I’m not… but I…” Frightened, confused eyes flicker up to Barbatos’ emerald gaze.

“How. Please tell me how.”

—

BARBATOS

Nodding graciously, Barbatos tries to put a previously unimaginable concept into the right words. "Don't think of it exactly like Lucifer's fall," he advises. "He was cast out, banished from the Celestial Realm. You— essentially, Xhura, you banished yourself, or tried to. You don't belong to the Human Realm anymore— you wanted, you needed to be a part of this one so badly you…"

He shakes his head. There is no making sense of this, only deciding what to do next. "You should not be able to but you are making it happen. It may be due to a part of my power I did not intend to give you and there is also the fact that a human needs a soul and some certainty in the life they lead."

All of this on top of the fact Xhura is still learning to control his access to Barbatos' power, to cope with what is left of his soul… it is not an enviable time in the former-human's life. But beginning to accept and understand it remains the first and most important step.

—

XHURA

“I’m manifesting… unimaginable demonic bullshit on myself. I’m literally faking it until I make it.”

To put it in as eloquent simple terms as possible. Maybe it’s their shared bond but he gets what Barbatos is saying even though he’s really not saying all that much. He just… gets it.

“…The angel blood Ayla and I share. Our connection to Lilith. Whatever part of me… that was… chose to… do what my brothers did?”

My brothers. It’s his first time saying it aloud to someone not in the family. Yet he doesn’t do it as a conscious thought, nor does he consider changing his phrasing. It’s right.

It really is.

—

BARBATOS

In the [equally tense] kitchen, Barbatos nods. He still hopes Xhura can find this truth mostly on his own, supported but not led to anything before he's ready for it but that point deserves acknowledgment.

"Lucifer and the others fell when they realized what they were willing to sacrifice for Lilith's safety and autonomy, perhaps that they would all do the same for each other. And you fell when you accepted the truth of what was most important to you— the home, the love, and life you wanted, and what you'd be willing to give up to achieve and keep it."

—

XHURA

Now that he’s sort of not really calming down from his panic, Xhura reaches for his hip for comfort. Can’t help the way he thinks what if I could give him a similar mark, my version of a pact…

“So what happens now? Or going forward? Any of it?”

—

BARBATOS

"Going forward…" Barbatos nods to himself and then to indicate Xhura's teacup. It should still be warm enough and the relaxing properties certainly won't hurt him now.

"I can tell you now that I am seeing you and your future more clearly than I was earlier. My part in helping you is still in teaching you more about the power and how to use it— it bears repeating that you are accessing more of it than I ever believed possible —and keeping your knowledge in check.

“We can continue regular checkups once you're back in school to make sure the horns are not hurting you and to see how you are adapting emotionally. It's been a long day for you Xhura. My offer for tea is good for tomorrow as well but I suggest you get some sleep in the meantime."

—

XHURA

Xhura holds up a finger. “Pardon my French… but can we back the fuck up a few steps?” He says it comically, almost cheerily.

“Why would the horns hurt me? They’re clips.”

—

BARBATOS

"I see." Barbatos does not retract statements even when they are misunderstood or shared a bit too early. If the fallen-human is feeling any sensations of attachment where the clips are placed, he is not ready to accept or admit it.

This time, at least, it is simple enough to validate Xhura's concern. "Prolonged exposure. If you're wearing them in the same place daily, it'll take getting used to and there might be a little pain." Maybe he'll explain the truth later.

[cephydeluxe]

"goddamn, i hate fe fates so fucking much", i say, knowing damn well i sunk 500+ hours into all three of the routes and spending countless hours rewriting it in my head for no reason other than my own enjoyment-

[privilegedjester]

have this idea for a story that's like one of the best I've come up with but everything I have written out for it so far is just sooo cute and it's not meant to be cute!! I'm not a Super Big horror person but that's what I want out of it! there are TWO developed characters in the entire thing because pov character cannot recognize other people! (it's kinda a steampunk vibe so they're like. blank faced machinery. idk I'll flesh it out more later) but it's like. he literally is not human enough to even comprehend others of his own species. he doesn't know who he is anymore, not really, because he's become so comfortable in the perspective the only other real, existing character has of him. and everything I have in my head right now has been OMG THEY CAN GO ON CUTE DATES literally I have a whole scene in a coffeeshop planned out. what am I doing man. even my working title is adorable and absolutely not meant for this

[selfcontainedunivcrse]

i want to do a silly drawing of my old avatars / at least some of them interacting but the problem is i have . Way too many

[reitziluz]

i can't help myself, if i see a challenge i need to puzzle it out.

tonight it lead me to check out the vending machine isekai.

... surprisingly alright, hilariously matter of fact about the fanservice-adjacent topics. tho i only watched a couple eps so idk if it goes places later.

[stellacendia]

I've got a complicated history with the concept of romance. I had a relationship in high school that, while technically romantic, was more or less "I like you the same amount as my other friends except we kiss sometimes." I've always had friendships that were incredibly intense, at least on my end. And when the person on the other end of that friendship was single, I felt that intensity was... more or less returned enough for me to be content. Not everyone values friendships like I do, I get it. Good enough for me.

Then that friend would get a romantic partner, and suddenly it felt like I mattered way less. And, god, I've always tried to be reasonable about it, I've tried to be understanding and nice. Of course my friend wants to spend a lot of time with their partner, especially when the relationship is new. Of course the partner is important too, of course romance is important to my friend. I can't be selfish and deny my friend time with their partner. I should try to be friends with the partner so that we can all spend time together. No, it's definitely not third-wheeling, not when we're all friends with each other!

But yeah, I felt replaced. Also horribly guilty for feeling replaced, but to me.... that friend was the most important person in the world. I'd do anything for that person, no questions asked. Follow them to the ends of the earth, let my entire universe revolve around them. (Is this healthy? Maybe not. Probably not. Did it anyway. Don't know how not to.) And it just fucken sucks when that person simply won't offer the same devotion in return. They'll offer it to their romantic partner, because the romantic partner is always more important than any platonic relationships. They'll offer it conditionally to me, when they're between relationships, only to drop me again the moment they start up another romance.

It's this messy cycle that keeps me endlessly questioning whether or not I'm really aromantic. Cause most of the time I feel like I am! I do not and have never needed romance. And then I catch myself daydreaming about a future where I have a partner that acts in all the ways a romantic partner does and have a mini identity crisis.

And I think, I've figured it out. I don't actually want a romantic relationship. What I want is for someone to finally offer me back the same kind of devotion most commonly found in romantic relationships, the same kind of devotion I offer my closest friends. For once I want to be somebody's most important person, instead of always being second best.

[harunayuuka2060]

Ruggie: I think MC isn't that bad.

Cater: Are you for real, Ruggie-kun? They don't even know what depression is.

Ruggie: Yeah, I get you. But I can't bring myself to dislike them, y'know?

Cater: ...

Cater: Why?

Ruggie: Well...

MC: Here's the money you asked.

Ruggie: Sweet! Shishishi! I'll try to pay you at the end of the month.

MC: No need.

Ruggie: Eh? How come?

MC: You wouldn't borrow from me if you had money in the first place.

Ruggie: ...

Ruggie: *frowns* That's why I said at the end of the month.

MC: No, it's fine. Anyway, my brother bought some clothes, but he realized that some of them aren’t his size.

Ruggie: ...

Ruggie: You're giving them to me?

MC: Yes. I'm sure you can sport them.

Cater: ...

Cater: You've been bribed.

Ruggie: That's your opinion.