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cryptid-killjoy · 2 years ago

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Kuzco’s Mardi Gardi Head Canon

The Groovemaster’s Llamageddon of Feral

The Groovemaster would consider where he was going to spend his Fat Tuesday when he heard from Bastien there was a little shindig at Funkytown. Cute. How quaint. There was always New Zealand. He could go see that fine bunch of people. He knew they knew how to party as was Delta’s line of thinking when she was feeling a sense of nostalgia and rage at her own attachments. Peru? He could stay there and bring the Mardi to the place of his birth where his daughter now had control. There was always Italy. He could take a hop over there and hit up the relatives that took him and Clopin in on his mother’s side and give them a good time. Paris was never a bad time. He could opt for some place completely new. There were so many options for Lil’ Llama as he watched his Kuzcoptia being rebuilt into perfection on the ol’ Pachacuti estate.

New Groove Chef handed him a plate of shishkabobs while New Groove Nail Chick was giving a pedicure as he was watching the low budget horror movie Llamageddon. He was also having New Groove Maid turn the pages on a photo album so he wouldn’t get food on the book when he came across photos Sassy with the big dick spray painted on his back. Clopin did that one day when they were in a budding youth of their relationship in Nola. He missed ol’ Sassy. He was a special Llama, a draco-llama actually. He’d burp fire every now and again due to having cross genetics. He wasn’t a space llama like in the movie he had on screen, but something about it inspired the Groovemaster to hunt down Sassy’s origin story.

There had to be more, right? Was he one of a kind? Kuzco got his people right on it. He had people again. Well, rephrase. Piper had people now and he was a part of it just like her Papa Clopin. She wouldn’t begrudge them a resource. Even if all Kuzco had left with was his parents’ money and estate the hierarchy was hers. Still, Kuzco and Clopin were like icons at this point now that the story was out. Absolute icons. Despite not being the original Kuzco he sure as Hell was the one and only and the people adored him all over again as sort of symbol if not anything else.

That said he found out Sassy was one more result of Yzma’s secret lab. This one was one more That said he found out Sassy was one more result of Yzma’s secret lab. This one was one more botch of the poison for Kuzco, the poison chosen especially to kill Kuzco, Kuzco's poison. In the making of said poison there was a lab accident with her animal morphing potions. Some potions got mixed together and Kronk pushed all the lab animals out that were licking the floor of the spilled and mixed up portions of potions trying to hide his accident and voila. There were a handful of rare magic mixed up animals out there that got captured and sold off. Sassy just so happened to get sold to someone who gave Sassy to Kuzco as a gift. The information wasn’t hard to track down because it was left on Yzma’s notes in her not so secret, secret lab, which was abandoned after she was put on her permanent outplacement program oh so long ago. Otherwise they may have never figured it out.

With the mystery solved Kuzco didn’t have the heart to try and recreate the same accident to come up with more Sassy’s or draco-llamas as he liked to call him, but he did decide it was a shame Feral wouldn’t have a cool llama like Sassy anymore. He looked out in his own backyard and he could see llamas for miles scattered on the hills. Nola was only cool when he and Sassy walked down the street. He started to see this as a problem for Feral. He decided he was going to be a fix it guy like Thomas.

Fuck yeah.

So, he got dressed for Fat Tuesday. He told his daughter, the Pied Piper, to herd the llamas. They were going to Feral. Bring it in Clopin.

Then as a last minute adjustment to his outfit the Groovemaster would get a golden king’s scepter and place a llama head golf club cover over top of the fancy ornamental scepter piece. But, that wasn’t all. He got The New Groove Seamstress Lady to tear out eyes and stick in little red laser pointers. Then he had them sew on a jester hat to Mardi Grasify it. The fucker had a Llamageddon killer space llama with jingle bells on his scepter.to shake at people all night and point at their eyes if he so wanted. He would also drive cats up walls.

Over time he’d probably stop saying New Groove in front of all the new staff’s titles, but he’d been in a mode of loving his new life. So, it was kind of a thing at the moment.

Then on he’d go. He’d follow the Pied Piper into Feral, the only girl on this earth with a special way and completely safe way in and under a truce with Delta and Frank to do so. Speaking of them. They were gone by happenstance and Kuzco was taking over Feral for a night. He was pretty damn sure the two headed dragon was going to thank him when they got back.

His Groove Music? The end groove from Llamageddon. When the Blue Piper’s doors busted open this night and the Groovemaster’s Booyah stamped out that door to gift Feral with his presence the sounds of ��Llamageddon! Llamageddon! Llamageddon! It’s a Llamageddon muthafucker” were the first words that would BOOM loud bass beats and echo into the city.

Then the parade of llamas would enter behind him. He’d shuffle step to this tune as dozens of llamas from the hills of Peru flooded into Feral all dressed up in purple and gold so fabulous one would think they were ready for a drag queen event.

Piper in her get up and make up would be a sight with her flute and devil stick as they paraded this line of flamboyant llamas through town.

Now, Feral had some issues. Kuzco realized this because Willem talked to Piper sometimes. There were a few annoying things, okay. He and Figaro couldn’t exactly order out pizza and do all the convenient life things they used to. Other than that Willem didn’t mind the changes at all. He was excited to go on his Pixie Hollow adventure and the town looked pretty bad ass to him. He was glad all the assholes were gone truth be told, but there were challenges at the moment. They’d figure it out. It was okay. Kuzco doesn’t like challenges. He hears any of this sort of talk and his ears tune out with a big cringey ew. He doesn’t want to hear anything about it. Now as wonderful as Feral is for Delta and Frank and theirs yada yada yada. Whatever. This is where Kuzco and Clopin met and Delta can think this place is hers. Good for her. Kuzco is going to fix a few things that need fixing.

After Piper spreading feral costumed llamas around Feral would also come out of the Blue Piper the construction crew. Flyers would be posted around as they marched about how The Blue Piper was now “the place” for Italian, Peruvian, French, Cajun, Soul, Creole mixed cuisine takeout, for all your groovetastic delish on the tongue, whatever your taste buds crave needs by a specialty New Groove Chef provided by Groovemaster Entertainment Industries. Then of course the Blue Piper’s phone number would be listed but there would also be code to scan to pull up a menu, and info on downloading the app for delivery.

He was turning The Blue Piper into what was needed and that was apparently everything. He could afford to have a second set of staff to cater to the people of Feral for food. Every room in the inn would be a different specialty shop. It was small. There was hardly anyone in Feral, but they were to start to cater as needs arise and create a room if needed. Work as they go. If you need a specialty worker, a plumber, an electrician, a tailor, a piano mover, absolutely anything and everything that Feral does not provide anymore, who you gonna call? Not the Ghostbusters. The Blue Piper. Always, always the top floor for Kuzco and Clopin will be left as it always was with the fresh blue flowers just in case Chihiro ever comes back.

Why would he do all this? Because suddenly Feral wasn’t cool enough and that didn’t work for Kuzco. He needed to coolify Feral. Thus came the Llamageddon of 2023.

Next, he’d lead this llama march to the street corner where he met Clopin. He’d make sure the tree was safe and in place. He’d order his construction crew to put a half fence around the bend of the corner to make a park-like medium of the area with a bench kick ass stone bench where people can take a load off. Then he’d put in a star in the sidewalk like the Hollywood stars with Clopin’s name in it and all his many titles, even Street King. He would not let Clopin argue it. He’d bonk him on the head with his llama jingle bells if he did. Jester. Reaper. Among others. But absolutely it would say Street King, not former Street King. Just Street King. That’s who Clopin always was there. No one else ever lived up to the title. So that’s that in Kuzco’s mind.

This was Clopin’s corner damn it. He performed on many a corner but this one was a special corner. Delta could claim the whole damn city but this was theirs. Of course no one wanted to be a bench. It was turning the corner into more than that. It was a protected spot, beautified with the bench. That was sitting. So, was a boulder and the tree branches behind it. But, the real add in around the corner besides the star was a puppet show theater stage. It would look like a miniature castle made of stone, solid, like a fortress to match Feral. He at least did Delta this favor. But, the purple and gold trim they’d never get out of. Now Willem or Smalls or whoever would have a nice corner to commemorate the best corner in the land of Feral there ever was where the best jester there ever was always used to perform and if Feral was ever lucky maybe could catch again some day before his days were done.

Kuzco knew their friends that hosted their hideout off the grid days so well he did Flotsam a favor too. He put a plaque up by that tree where Flotsam used to climb so high and watch his husband the streets’ best jester ever, best entertainer, best magician, best cart wheeler, and dubbed it Flotsam’s Tree. The best tree for watching the best jester there ever was on this street corner. He was just a boy who would hide up there trying to figure out how Clopin did his tricks. He never did figure them out, but fuck yeah it was Flotsam’s tree. Now it was there in front on a stone before that tree to say so forever, a big heavy sitting boulder, nice and purdy, done up by Kuz’s New Groove Landscaper Guy.

He’d of course leave room for any of Clopin’s ideas in this llamageddon takeover march through Feral. Koda would come out and see the march when Will and Zero refused to let him hibernate indoors for this holiday either. Those two boys were going to make sure the triple threat crew of boys got back together and back in sync whether Koda liked it or not.

There were already stray undead lurking about Feral, zombies were not unrealistic after what the Horned King had done, stray animals loose, and wild animals from the zoo loose too, odd creatures from the dark fae realm. Feral was quite... well... feral already. Now Kuzco marched in a bedazzled uncounted number of colorful sassy llamas. He would show up to the Funkytown party without an invite, totally crash that scene with llamas draped in beads and shades in tow ready to spit on anyone who looks at them wrong, divas all. But, he would leave them all dressed up in Feral as they were.

It was his gift. It was like when the fairies bestowed their gifts on Sleeping Beauty. Well, Kuzco was bestowing Feral with gifts too. Damn cool llamas and the fucking place to be. The Blue Piper. So by the time Delta ever gets back from her trip to The Lion Heart she’s going to come back to the castle, look over her land, and see scattered purple and gold fabulous llamas everywhere and Kuzco’s flyers. Every single flyer would say: You’re Welcome.

#kuzco head canon #fat tuesday 2023 #the groovemaster's llamageddon of feral #music #kuzco's playlist

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thenanbakacorner · 2 years ago

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hiiii! Could I please request cell 13 that falls in love with a female inmate that gets thrown in for being a bank robber? Like she had a team before but they left her behind for the police to get her and left with the money they stole, but they get caught later and they cross paths? Sorry if its long, I just thought it'd be a good idea lmao

- 🦔anon

Sure thing! This was a fun one! Enjoy! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

I/N = Inmate’s Name

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🔓🎲🍩💊Cell 13 in Love with F!Bank Robber!Inmate💊🍩🎲🔓

I/N happened to be moved into a cell just down the hall from the boys, so word was quick to spread about her presence

Jyugo ended up breaking him and the boys out of their cell to greet I/N from the door of her own cell

After talking for a bit seperated by the door, she allowed them to enter so they could talk face to face

The boys told I/N about themselves, and soon, I/N took her turn, telling them her story of how she was brought to Nanba

She had been arrested for robbing a bank after being left behind to be arrested by her co-robbers. The boys agreed that, yeah, that was rough and shitty for them to do

Nonetheless, I/N and the boys were fast friends and even after Hajime caught them in her cell and sent them back to their own, they all agreed to have more meetups in the future

Of course, while I/N only saw the boys as friends, the boys instead had major crushes on I/N. All four of them.

They often bickered about who would win her heart first, making bets and competition to see who’d be the lucky guy

Jyugo’s way of trying to court her was through compliments, telling her how nice she looked and how fun it was to be around her

Uno’s way of courting her was gifts, gifts, gifts. He’d spend most of his hard earned work money on I/N alone, buying anything she shows even the teeniest sort of interest in

Rock of course tried to woo her with food, inviting her to the mess hall to get specialized meals made for her courtesy of Shiro. That or he hoped she was into muscular guys-- he had that crossed off easy!

Nico tried to win her heart through just being there-- inviting her to watch anime, share his comic books with her, and just being the cutest, sweetest little cinnamon roll she could ever meet

None of them are quite sure who she’ll choose or when, but they’re willing to wait for her no matter how long it takes

One day, while in the recreation room, I/N ends up spotting three familiar faces challenging Uno to a game of cards and she realizes with a start exactly who they are

It’s her group that left her behind to get arrested!

She confronts them, angrily asking them why they just left her behind and ran off with the money. They were working together, comrades! And they just ditched her?!

Nico and Jyugo try to calm her down, putting their hands on her shoulders and nudging her away while Uno and Rock gave the group sour looks

Despite the sour meet up, I/N had to admit she was happy here at Nanba, and was glad to have such caring friends.. one (Or more!) of which she may consider a boyfriend in the future.

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honeyabyss · 3 years ago

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Different ways to say I Love You (minus Luke)

Lucifer:

Lucifer isn't the best at saying what he actually feels due to his pride getting in the way, but he makes it up with small gestures

he is very observant and often knows what you need before you know it

putting on the fireplace in his study when he notices you start to rub your hands or shift your legs to warm them subconsciously

refilling your cup/glass while he pours something himself

"You should have dressed better, I can see you're shivering..."

his snarky side comments might sound like he's annoyed, but he actually cares and worries

he will most definitely put his cloak around your shoulders and keep you close to him with a hand on your waist

he's conflicted between staying subtle and showing you off all the time

"Aren't they looking amazing today? Haven't you stared enough yet? You're making them uncomfortable!"

when you're in private he becomes more open and affectionate, but still tries to play it down

him moving with his work away from his work desk to the small coffee table, sitting side by side with you, just to have you close

when he's feeling stressed he tends to intertwine his fingers with yours, seeking the comfort and familiarity of you

Lucifer tries to give you the same he feels when he is with you comfort, peace, a place to hide from the rest of the world

"You are my save haven! I don't always have to be at my best when I'm with you!"

Mammon:

"Hey! Look what I've brought you home. Ain't I the best?!"

small gifts are a regular occurrence with the Avatar of Greed, which don't always have to be the most expensive, extraordinary or thoughtful ones

"I was on the way home when I saw this and thought of you...you needed this right?"

it could have been the most ridiculous thing like a single paperclip, but he'd be so proud to have noticed and remembered you were having troubles organizing your papers yesterday

him being a tsundere makes it hard for him to openly admit or show his love for you sometimes, his thoughts are full of you and he is constantly complementing you and how much he wants to hold you in his arms or kiss...but actually vocalizing or holding and kissing you seems to be way harder

though that doesn't hold him off to keep you close and hold hands in front of others, you're his human and everyone shall know, you're his and his alone, they'd be mad to try and steal you away

as his sin is Greed, hoarding stuff happens often, most of the times he sells them to be able to get money, but every single thing you'll give him will hold a special meaning in his heart, will show off your gifts to brag

but material love isn't the only thing he can give, he'll also gladly give you all his time

he'll randomly invite you to go take a drive with him, just get in the car and go, no set destination, just Mammon and you away from his brothers and all the others

when you're alone he'd still be nervous, but cuddling will happen a lot, though he is always blushing a bright red

"If I could choose to have one treasure in my whole life, I'd choose to only treasure you!"

Leviathan:

being the Avatar of Envy, he is quick to loose his temper when you're talking or even dare touch other people, he'd be rather alone with you, but that doesn't always work, so being open and mindful about his sin is a must

"Soo what did you two talk about? Not that I mind...but you can also talk about everything with me, you know that right?"

he knows that his social skills aren't the best and that he doesn't know about to many normie topics, but he'll try his best to listen to you and come up with responses and ways to keep the conversation going

he wants to make sure you know he loves you so badly, but all he knows about love is from animes or games, so he often tries to recreate romantic scenes only to get thoroughly embarrassed

"d-d-don't laugh! This i-i supposed to be ro-romantic...."

he tries to keep you close to him as much as he can when you're outside

he knows how anxiety inducing it can be for him, when someone suddenly touches him, so he always asks you first, as embarrassing it is to ask you to hold hands or kiss, he feels better knowing you want this too

when he is playing his games, he dislikes it when you disappear out of his vision, wanting to make sure you're still there and letting you know he hasn't forgotten about you even though he is currently concentration on his gaming, he'll keep you in his lap with a furious blush on his cheeks and he might see the game over screen more often but it's definitely worth it

"You make me overcome my weaknesses, just give me time and I'll make you happy!

Satan:

"The weather is nice...do you want to take a walk with me?"

Satan enjoys spending his time with you in any way possible, a simple walk, reading sessions, visiting your favourite places, discovering new cafés, exploring galleries and museums, as long as you're around he is open to try anything

lazing around in his room cuddled up next to you with a good book will stays his favourite though, he has you for himself and it feels reassuring to know you stay with him even on the normal and eventless days

Satan isn't too handsy, but he does keep your hand in his wherever the two of you are, even if you only making your way to the kitchen, he is not exactly jealous just happy to call you his and show it

the subtle intimacy of handholding speaks volumes to him, to others it may seem like the most ordinary couple thing, but he likes to experiment and if his stupid idea of only holding 2 fingers makes you laugh then it was a full success to him

no matter how much control over his sin he has sometimes he breaks too, after getting out all his anger, he tends to be exhausted and feels vulnerable, he'll just sit down with your hands intertwined and his head resting on your shoulder, seeking comfort and affection

"Have you smiled yet? I smile every time I think of you!"

Satan will leave small notes to make your day or send you messages on your DDD when he can't be around you

"Did I ever tell you that you feel like home to me? I hope I can be your home as well!"

Asmodeus:

so many praises and compliments, like you can just sit there looking at your phone and Asmo just coos

"You look sooo pretty!~ let's take a picture together to remember this moment!"

he will take a lot of pictures of you and him, just to look at for himself when he misses you, to show off to his brothers and Solomon, or to the whole Devildom through posting it on Devilgram

he simply enjoys to look at you, though it always ends in a warm hug , kisses and praises

he may not be very poetic or thoughtful with his touches, but he always gives it his all, some feelings he just can't describe in words so he just holds you close to show you his feelings

spa days, shopping tours and going into the club happen often, though he understands if you're not up to it some times, but he will whine and demand to spend you day differently with him

he can't help it he wants to spoil you and show you off, he's is almost never jealous, rather proud even when someone flirts with you, that doesn't mean he'll give you away

"Come here, let me just hold you. You fit perfectly into my arms..."

as the Avatar of Lust, physical touch means a lot to him, not only in the sexual way, but most in importantly in the way of craving affection, he wants to be hold and to hold you, give him all your attention and he'll be happy

"Thank you for staying and accepting me!"

Beelzebub:

sleepily walking through the hallways into the kitchen to keep Beel company while he has his midnight snack and just sitting next to him talking about your day

"Thank you for staying awake with me, do you want me to get you food as well?"

with Gluttony as his sin, food is big part of his daily life, but he doesn't just eat to satisfy his hunger, but also because he enjoys the food, no matter how hungry he is, he'll offer you even the last piece to make you happy

sharing new food and old favourites of his alike, Beel likes to share his food with you, as he feels less hungry in your company anyway

seeing you happy and full makes him happy and full as well, so he puts you first most of the times, letting you choose what you want and going along with your preferences

"Anything is fine with me, you can choose for us."

Beel is also very active, playing Fangol, training and etc, he often invites you to train with him or tries to teach you new stuff, if you don't want too that's fine as well, you can watch and he may try to impress you a little bit, but he won't train much when you're around wanting to rather spend time with you

bear hugs. just you walking basically anywhere and Beel suddenly hugs you tight against his chest, nuzzling your face and having a huge grin plastered on his face

his affectionate hugs and kisses come out of nothing, surprising but welcome, some times he forgets his strength and you'll have to remind him, he'll hold you very carefully then asking if this okay

"I feel complete with you, so just stay by my side!"

Belphegor:

"Lay down with me, I nap better with you at my side!"

obviously nap time with lots of cuddling, he just drapes himself over you, holding you close and sharing his warmth with you...if you're lucky you'll even get a small goodnight kiss, but only if he's in the mood

Belphie is a bit too straightforward with his words and sometimes ends up being a bit mean when he doesn't really want to, so in crucial moments with you he tends to become quiet and seek out to hold and hopefully show you his feelings

Belphie isn't handsy but he loves to cuddle, he may not always hold your hand when taking a walk but as soon as you two sit down he'll hug you close without saying a word

when he finds you sleeping somewhere without him, he is a bit hurt at first but he recovers quick, he'll make sure you're resting comfortably, the pillow is soft enough and that the blanket keeps you warm, even going to the length to bring you his own blanket if fell asleep anywhere but you're room, without a doubt he'll feel tired after taking care of you and will fall asleep right next to you

"Sleeping without me...unbelievable...I'll just have to squish myself next to you then.."

his other passion stargazing always ends up with him hugging you and telling you about the different constellations and it's stories until you fall asleep...only when he is sure you're dreaming he dares to run his fingers through you hair and lowly hum a lullaby into the otherwise silent night

"Let's dream our life together and promise to make it true one day!"

Diavolo:

as the prince of Hell, Diavolo only ever knew people who treated him with respect, always leaving him to feel lonely and out of place, but then you came and you weren't scared neither did you treat him like a prince, you made him your friend and soon more

with you he feels finally complete and he tries to show you his appreciation and affection any free moment of his time

he'd buy you anything you want not caring about the price, but please tell him that a small and thoughtful gift makes you just as happy as anything else

being with you always has him giddy and bursting with love, he can't hold back and will shower you in attention or at least watch you do your thing

"You're looking radiant my love! I can't believe you're mine!"

similar to Beel he has these affection attacks where he'll just suddenly have the urge to hug you and shower you in kisses

being prince requires a lot of paper work, which he dislikes, when you're around he'll indulge himself in a few more breaks than he should, ending in him having to work overtime much to his dismay

"Will you stay up waiting for me at home?"

He knows it's a selfish thought, but he loves the feeling of coming home to you and getting greeted, he feels at peace when you're there and wait for him

"I'll never have to feel lonely again, when I have you!"

Barbatos:

as a butler time isn't something he has much of, so he some times feels like he can't give you enough, he'll try to meet as often as possible but often it's only for an hour or so a day

"Do you need anything else? More tea? Anything?"

He'll probably be stuck in his butler role and try to serve, completely disregarding himself, just grab him and make him sit down

Barb isn't used to physical touch and feels less comfortable to hold you in public, handholding is the maximum for him, he probably needs some time to get used to the more affectionate things

but when in private gentle touches, soft hugs and small kisses are his thing, just small reassuring stuff while you two relax and talk about daily life

he is more of a listener and he enjoys listening to your voice, it's one of his comfort things, hearing your voice means you're safe and that helps him keep calm a lot...he may not show it, but on the inside he is always worried for you living in between demons, he's on of them he knows how dangerous it can get

phone calls while he works happen more and more often as your relationship progresses, the need to see you gets stronger, but he can't just leave work, so you'll talk over the phone

"I missed you so I had to call. How is your day?"

night-time is his favourite, no work, no on watchers, just you two and your love for each other, if only it could be always like this

"One minute with you feels like eternal bliss, imagine our happiness if you'd stay with me forever!"

Solomon:

Solomon has watched many people die in his life, so he got used to not getting attached too much, falling in love with you wasn't planned, but he can't help feeling clingy with you now

he'd play it down, aloof as he always seems, but on the inside he is screaming at you to not go at the end of the day, just one more hug, one more kiss, maybe stay over the night?

he'd never say it out loud and every time he does say something affectionate something teasing or a 'just kidding' follows, scared he might seem too clingy

"You're my everything, without you I feel like I'm suffocating...just a joke I'm breathing fine, see?"

he's always touching you in some way, holding your hand, arm around your shoulder, his hand on your waist, back or knee, whatever he just wants to feel the warmth of your skin telling him you're still there

he has lived through so many human lifetimes and experienced so much, he's happy to share all the good stuff with you and show you the most wondersome places in all three realms

the bad stuff though he keeps to himself, guides you away and hopes you'll never experience it

"Hey! Surprise I was close by and I thought we could take a walk?"

Solomon loves spending his time with you in whatever way, just whisk him away to whatever activity you'd like, surprise dates are his favourite, he doesn't want to plan out his whole life

"Now is my favourite moment with you. Why? Because I'm with you!"

Simeon:

Simeon as an author has his way with words, being able to spin them just right so every moment will become perfect, but he's more used to writing than talking and he'll use that to his advantage

"Even in the darkest of nights, your beauty lightens the room!"

expect love letter, sweet notes and poems written by him, hidden your schoolwork, waiting for you on your desk in RAD, on your pillow at HoL, anywhere he can sneak them to he will

and trust me he'll get so happy when he finds out you kept every single one of his writings

he also loves cuddles but only in private, in public he'll restrain himself to simple handholding or guiding you through the streets with your arms linked together

he enjoys to spoil you with attention, doing whatever you want, often it leads to cooking where as Luke likes to join in too, long walks, reading sessions, late night movies and cuddles, or even just long conversations about everything and anything you two can think of

"My lamb, may you come over and help a poor author who has lost his inspiration to write?"

when he is stuck with his writings he likes to take a break with you and hold you tight in his arms listening to your suggestions until he feels inspired again, no pressure though he can keep writing any time he doesn't have to come up with something on the spot, just distracting him for a bit works too

"I may have found paradise in your arms tonight, do you think your heart may be so kind to let me stay?"

#obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #swd obey me #obey me #obey me beelzebub #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon

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imtryingmybeskar · 3 years ago

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Chapter Four of In Time. 5.8k words. I lost almost the entirety of this chapter and had to rewrite it from the start when my writing software decided to ruin my life a few days ago. Luckily I remembered most of the meat of the story as well as the bones. I hope it flows well. No beta.

18+, mentions of blood and animal slaughter and sexual harassment. We are in England circa 1160 so there is mention of gross bodily fluid stuff too. There is a LOT of mentions of smells in this chapter. I visited Jorvik Viking Centre in York when I was 8 and they recreate the smell of a Viking town and that experience has definitely scarred me for life.

More out of time word useage below.

Circa 1200 - much, treachery, arrive, manner, eye, show (make known), keen (sharp), trust, live (dwell), mislike, dull, judge (appraise), skin, purity, flower, attend, presumption (audacity), last, leave (to go), noble, scorn, poor (lacking money), poison, delight, present (gift)

Late 12C - feeble

Circa 1300 - avail (take advantage of), linger, battle, aside, soldier, disguise, desire, company (associated with another), wager (as in bet), vow (promise)

Early 13C - betray, pay (recompense), till (cultivate land), case (what befalls)

Mid 13C - suffer (allow), countenance (manners), money,

Late 13C - strange, goods (property), disturb (alarm), suddenly, cloak, touch

Circa 1400 - possibly

Early 14C - skillful, returned,

Late 14C - exchange, rabbit (as distinct from "coney" which denotes the older animal. "Rabbit" at this time referred exclusively to the young of the coney. I have taken liberties here purely because I prefer the word rabbit!)

The following night, you had barely waited for the shadows to gather and thicken before you were pushing through the passageway into the other realm, eager to spend as much time there as you could if it was to be your last chance. You had opted to shed your leggings and gloves, but kept the long skirt, boots wrapped in sacking, the poncho and the scarf over your hair. If the weather was the same, you would still be warm but hopefully now it would be bearable. In your arms was another sack, again rescued from the depths of your shed and containing the food you had promised the one who would be your guide on this excursion. You had provided some onions, cabbages and carrots and had wrapped some cheddar cheese and a cooked chicken cut up into quarters in parchment paper and bound them with twine. There was also a little jar of honey in there, that you had obtained by decanting some from the squeezy bottle in your cupboard into a glass jar with a cork stopper. You hoped that none of it would look too incongruous to what he was used to.

As you stepped from the yew tree, the heat blanketed you in a most uncomfortable way. The poncho was definitely too much, but what choice did you have when it was covering your more modern clothes underneath? The wood was as leafy and green as it had been the last time you were here, and you were thankful it seemed you hadn't been gone too long. Although given that the times elapsing between the two worlds seemed to have no rhyme or reason, you couldn't be sure that it was mere hours since you had last been here. Or even a year. After depositing the sack at the base of the yew tree, you scanned your surroundings in the hope of glimpsing the man.

"Bruja," came his soft voice from behind you. He noticed you startle and added "It is I. Be not afeared." He emerged from behind the yew tree and you wondered if he had seen you come through the hole that led back to your time. If he had, he did not mention it. Picking up the sack again, you moved to give it to him.

"As promised, your food." He reached for it, keeping the sack at arms length as if he were afraid you would stuff him into it and steal him away if he got too close. A smell of heavy woollen clothes worn too many times and washed too few drifted up your nostrils as he drew closer and then back again from you.

He peered into the sack and his face lit up when he saw what was inside. "There is much!" he exclaimed softly. Then his suspicious gaze darted back up to you. "No treachery? It is all for me?"

"All for you. And I will taste any part of it you want to prove it is good." He nodded and heaved the sack over his shoulder before inclining his head in the direction he then set off in.

As you followed, he began talking to you over his shoulder. "It has been many a day since last we spake. I arrived for our meeting, you did not." His tone was conversational, rather than accusatory.

"Sometimes time gets away from me. I apologise for my lateness."

"What is apologise?"

"I mean I am sorry."

He huffed in a derisory sort of way. "Your speech is so strange, not only your words but the manner. It is sharp. Rough. Yet some of your words sound like the French lords."

You felt a little ruffled by his words, and your own were in a slightly haughty tone because of it. "If I were a witch, would you not be scared to talk to me like that?"

He halted in his tracks and turned to you. "Now I see you near, I know you for no witch. You are coneja." He translated his Spanish in response to your bemused expression. "Rabbit. That is you. Your eyes betray you, little rabbit. You are more afeared of me than I of you!" And with that declaration he resumed his stamping through the woods. You jogged to catch up with him.

"If I am not a witch, what guarantee do I have to know you will not hurt me?

He snorted. "I told you, I am a man of God. I will not harm you nor suffer to see harm come to you while you are under my charge. You have given me a deal of food in pay for me to show you the town. It is a good exchange and I will hold to that bargain."

As he was talking you had climbed and then crested a hill. In a clearing at the bottom was situated a little rounded house with a thatched roof, two small rectangular windows, and what looked like a woven carpet over the doorway, its colours long lost to the bleaching of the sun. A modest vegetable patch grew to one side of the house, and a few chickens pecked and scratched at the earth around it. You were struck by how isolated it was and once again you questioned the wisdom in following this man blindly. Sure, you were counting on freaking him out with your phone if necessary, and you had brought along your trusty kitchen knife as well just in case things went really bad, but still - you were very aware that what you were doing wasn't particularly smart. Especially since he wasn't afraid of you as a witch anymore.

"You do not live in the town," you blurted out, stupidly.

"Such a keen eye," he said sourly, "This house was given over to the woods and I availed myself. You are not the first witch believed to linger here. I keep my own company. The townsfolk trust me not because I live here. I mislike them because they are dull fools. And they mislike me because of my countenance. And because of-" he gestured to the scar over his eye.

Your curiosity overcame you and you found yourself asking the question before you could stop yourself. "How did you get that?" Apparently the food you had provided was enough to get him talking, as well as hiring him to guide you.

"I am a sell sword. Or was. I have seen much and fared far and wide, even as far as the Eastern Empires. My last battle was for God and the rightwise in the Holy Land. When I returned I came to rest here and thought it as good a place as any to end my days. I have money and goods set aside over the years and strength and skillful hands to work."

"What is the nearest town? And who is in charge?"

"In charge?" he questioned.

"Ummm...who leads?"

He snorted again "The lord is a sot and a letcher and a drunkard. A feeble and ungodly man. I shoot and eat his coneys when the mood takes me." He flashed a nasty smile before continuing. "The old Earl Warwick died and King Henry's soldiers came. They are the ones who run it in truth." While you had been talking, you had approached the cottage and now the man held the thick material that served as a door aside for you. "Be welcome, coneja," he said in a more gentle tone.

The instant you stepped into the house, the smell assaulted your nostrils - of unwashed human, soot, old cooking smells, grease, animal shit and smoke overlaying everything. You did your best not to gag, feeling it would be impolite. The cottage appeared to consist of one room, which served primarily as both kitchen and bedroom. There was space for an open fire in the centre of the floor and this was demarcated from the rest of the space by a surround of medium sized rocks. A large, black, metal cooking pot was suspended over the top by a triangular rig. The fire was no more than embers at the present time, but this made the room all the more stifling. A wooden pallet lay on the packed dirt of the floor and was topped with a crude mattress made of sacking and straw, with bundles of rags strewn carelessly at one end. Various cooking utensils were stacked neatly against one wall and the room was completed by a rough-hewn wooden chair with a woven wicker seat placed next to a relatively large wooden table. It was on here he deposited the sack of food and turned to speak to you again.

"I can see you are warm. Can I offer you water? Let it not be said that I did not give welcome to the witch of the woods." His lip briefly curled in a half smile before he was serious again.

"Where does your water come from?"

"The stream, where else?"

"The stream where you bathe? And I assume everyone else bathes?"

"Si?"

"I'm good, thanks."

The crease between his eyes deepened impossibly further in his bemusement. "I do not judge your person-"

"I mean, I do not wish to drink. Thank you."

He shrugged his indifference. "So, to town then? It is a market day. Which means there is more to see, but also more crowds. You must keep close to me, coneja." He held the material in the doorway aside for you once again and you thanked him as you stepped outside, very grateful to inhale a lungful of clean air and be away from the poky, stifling interior of the house.

As he covered the doorway again and began walking alongside you, you gave him what you hoped was a subtle sideways glance. He had a permanent air of barely concealed aggression about him, but it wasn't directed at anything. He was like a tightly coiled spring, the tension from him palpable. You wondered how much of it was due to the strangeness of the situation he found himself in with you and how much was from his years of conflict. He probably had PTSD at the very least. You were vaguely aware that you hadn't actually introduced yourself to him and did not know his name. It was improbable given how long ago this was, but if you knew it perhaps some record survived of him somewhere and you could look him up-

His head turned to you and met your gaze, "Coneja, I see you watch me. Does the marring of my skin disturb you?" His voice was dangerous and low, despite the polite veneer of his words.

"Oh! No. Not at all. I was just wondering about your soldiering days. And if you wanted to know my real name instead of calling me rabbit?"

He snorted. "I still do not trust you. I say you are no witch, but who knows what wiles witches have? You may disguise yourself in purity. And what comes then? I take your name, you take mine. And then suddenly I am in your thrall."

"Isn't it exhausting? Er...I mean tiring? Not trusting anyone like this?"

He looked confused again. "It is as it needs be. No, little rabbit. Our meeting will be done soon. You need not know my name." There wasn't much you could do except nod at his words and try to keep up with the pace he was setting. The heat was truly beginning to affect you now - the sweat was freely running off your forehead and you were starting to breathe more heavily. He stopped suddenly and turned to you. "You weary. Take off your cloak." Your face must have betrayed some of your thoughts because he shook his head at you. "I have no desire for your body if that's what troubles you. But you will not reach the town if you go on this way."

"Its not that. Its-" How to tell him it was concern about the incongruous style and fabric of your black cotton v neck top without telling him just that? He was correct, though. You would become exhausted before reaching the town if you carried on. And since you had no intention of eating or drinking anything here that you had not brought yourself, it was probably the lesser of two evils. Shrugging, you removed the poncho. Despite his earlier words, you saw the man's gaze brush over your breasts and the figure-hugging material that clung to them. He cleared his throat.

"Possibly it is best that you clothe yourself in it once more before you go in to the town." You gave a wry smile and nodded your assent.

After another twenty minutes or so of walking the trees began to thin considerably and tall, stone walls came into view, with some taller roofs peeking over the top. A relatively huge motte-and-bailey castle towered over the town, hunched over the sprawl below like a spider in its web. Crude scaffolding was affixed to its side, and small figures could be seen working on moving stones up to the keep. The stink of the town was already drifting toward you - a denseness of smoke and effluence and rot. You put your poncho back on and covered your mouth and nose with its neck.

"The stench troubles you?" your companion asked, and before you could reply he added bitingly, "As well it might when you smell of flowers, bruja."

"We are back to witch, are we?" you asked teasingly, intentionally ignoring his baiting of you. "Its because of my clothes, isn't it?" He made a harrumphing noise that could have been mirth, or dismissal of your words and then reiterated what he had told you before.

"You will stay near to me, we will be given no welcome here."

The town was...interesting. You had a basic knowledge of British Medieval history, but reading about it and experiencing it were obviously very different things. The stench was near indescribable and got worse the closer you came to the bustling market square. Animal smells pervaded, both human and beast. it was the odour of living beings pressed too close together - the deep, oily lanolin smell of sheep, the earthiness of horses, the sharp stink of pig shit variously passed across your nose. And humans and their waste too. Apparently it had not rained for a few days and the sun beat down on the tamped down earth of the roads and pathways, and upon the urine, faeces and rotting food that had not been used in the tanneries, collected, or composted. Because it was market day, the smell of fish left too long in the sun, and blood from slaughtered beasts added to the mix. Your eyes watered and your nose began to shut down out of pure preservation for your olfactory senses. Occasionally you would get a whiff of something more pleasant - baking bread or wood smoke. Even the whiff of brewing beer. But these were quickly dampened as you moved through the town. After a while, only the strongest smells pervaded your poncho and you were grateful that you weren't overwhelmed any more. The noise too was loud, though in a different way than you were used to. The competing bellowed voices of traders mixed with the grunts and squeals and squawks of penned animals and the occasional pealing of a bell to grab attention or call to prayer was more intrusive to your ears than the flight path of a plane overhead or the constant roar of a well-driven road.

Things were more colourful than you had imagined. Because of the market, people had flocked to the town and this included some who were clearly richer than most. Their dress included hues of red, green, yellow and even the occasional blue - brief flashes of wonder against the grey, white and brown that pervaded. Their dress looked impractical and foppish to your eyes - sleeves puffed at the bottom and cut to display differing fabrics, long layered tunics and skirts, leggings and hose. As you looked, you suddenly felt a hand on your arm and whipped your head around to find your guide, his other hand held up in placation. He moved a little closer to you.

"Forgive me for touching you," he murmured as he dropped his hand again. "But look not long upon those folk. They like that you attend but if you stare they will take it for presumption." His advice was sensible and you reined in your desire to gape at everyone around you, instead focusing on some of the buildings that you passed. By far the largest you correctly guessed was the Guildhall. Still more merchants were inside there, their wares a little more refined. You saw more flashes of colour in the dim interior as bolts of cloth were laid out to be seen by discerning eyes. Its black timbered structure was simultaneously familiar and exotic. You had seen many modern replicas of the same style and some preserved contemporary buildings too. But to see it new and being used for its original purpose was bizarre and wonderful.

Wandering took time due to the crush of bodies and the haphazard maze of the town, its main streets surrounding the square giving birth to a myriad of passages that were too small to even be considered alleyways, the upper stories of the houses above them packed so close together that on occasion they touched in the middle. You had no desire to investigate these further, but you did pass by the closest church and were amazed to see that commerce flourished even here. Some of the market stalls had spilled into the churchyard and the squat, stone building of the church itself lurked in the background, its steeple only marginally taller than the rest of it. Still, it managed to exude an air of importance and acclaim. You debated going inside, but as if he could read your thoughts your guide brushed your arm once again and lightly shook his head in warning. You could see some of the locals looking over at him and at you and you turned to walk back to the main market square, feeling uncomfortable under their attention.

"Why are they looking at us?" you murmured to him.

"I told you. I am not well liked. You are in my company and that now stretches to you. Possibly they think I have taken a wife at last!" He chuckled humourlessly at the notion.

It was inevitable really. With the sheer volume of people and chaos around you. You were bound to become separated at some point. One minute you were watching a young shepherd driving his flock through the streets, the next the crowd had surged forward and taken you along with it. You managed to fight your way off to the side, stepping away from the crush so your back was against the comforting presence of a stone tavern wall. While you were pretty confident that you could find your way back to your guide's cottage and therefore to your tree, you really did not want to take the risk. As you scanned the crowd for him and tried to fight the rising tide of unease swelling within you, a man sauntered up to you, his weaving gait catching your attention in your peripheral vision. The smell of beer reached you before he did and when he did stop in front of you, his eyes raked you greedily up and down before he spoke. The mixture of his drunken slurring and the unfamiliar English that he spoke meant you literally couldn't understand a single word, but his body language told you what he wanted. You shook your head vehemently. He said something else, low and a little more threatening. You crossed your arms over your chest and enunciated very clearly.

"No. Fuck off." Too late, you realised perhaps "fuck" was not the right word to use in this situation. The man suddenly lunged forward and before you really had time to think about what you were doing, your fist drew back and you landed a perfect jab on his jaw, just to the right of his chin, spinning him around so that he stumbled and staggered to one knee.

The voice you had been wishing to hear sounded in your ears and was filled with wry amusement. "Coneja, making merry I see?"

"I wouldn't exactly call it that!" you said in a relieved whisper as you came to stand next to him, shaking your hand to get the feeling back into it. The drunk man whirled to where you were standing, his eyes flashing with anger before they landed upon the man next to you whereupon they became huge and fearful and he staggered away hurriedly. "So I hit him and he's still more afraid of you? Wow!"

The man chuckled and it seemed to be a genuine laugh this time, his dark eyes crinkling at the sides. "Have you seen all, coneja? Do you wish to leave?" he asked quietly and you nodded. The incident with the drunk had left you a little shaken and you suddenly longed to get back to your own time for a hot shower and some tea as well as tend to the inevitable bruising on your knuckles. He saw you shake your hand again and a smile grew on his face once more. "Where did you learn to hit that way?"

"Boxing classes to keep fit," you responded, without really thinking. "I paid someone to teach me," you clarified at his blank look.

"They did well," he muttered. "Here, let me see," he added as you continued to flex your fingers. You hesitantly gave your hand over to his much larger one and he examined you. "You will live," he pronounced after a brief moment. He turned your hand palm up and traced what remained of the cut where the arrow had bit into your finger the first night you had found it. The more intimate touch, as well as the slight tickle of his finger made you shiver a little. "You heal well," he observed. "And your hands. They are so soft. I would wager these hands have never woven or spun or tilled a field..." He suddenly looked more nervous than you had ever seen him and dropped your hand hurriedly. "Are you some noble woman then, run from her house? Come to scorn the poor folk-"

You held up your hands in placation. "I am not noble, I am ordinary. I promise...I mean, I vow it."

"Vows mean little from a witch," he grunted. "Or a rabbit for that matter," he added snarkily.

Once out of sight of the city walls, you removed your poncho again and this time he kept his eyes carefully averted as you did. The rest of your walk back to his cottage was conducted in silence for the most part, but you didn't mind. It was a joy to see the colours of the summertime around you and to catch glimpses of the wildlife of the woods as you progressed. This time when you reached his house, he pinned back the heavy piece of fabric at the door, presumably to get some air circulating around the place. He offered you the chair, which you gratefully accepted, and began unpacking what you had provided. As he held your orange carrots aloft he shook his head in bemused amazement and looked doubtfully at you when you assured him that they were as good to eat as the ones he was used to. He exclaimed softly over the cheese and honey in particular and when you made your offer to taste the food again he looked at you for a long time before shaking his head. "If I die from poisoned honey, I die a happy man," he deadpanned, his mouth twisting in what looked like an abortive smile. "I have not had such delights as this in a long while. My thanks."

You smiled fully at him. "You are welcome. Thank you for your guidance and your time." He inclined his head in acknowledgement. "I must get back," you said. "I do not want to be away too long."

He accompanied you to the tree once again, and you tried hard to soak up the feeling of this place in the last few minutes that you still could. The beauty, the unspoiled nature, the peace and tranquility. "You...are glad here?" he asked.

"Yes. I found your town and its people very interesting. And these woods are very peaceful."

"Then...then you should come back."

You were a little taken aback, having felt that you had been an imposition on this man's time and life more than anything, and you hoped that your voice didn't betray your surprise when you answered. "I cannot come back. You have said you want to keep your arrow and I will give it to you. But I need the arrow to come here. Don't ask me how or why because I don't know."

By now you were back in front of your yew tree, its branches creaking lazily in the small breeze moving through the wood. You unhooked the twine from where it rested on the branch you had hung it upon and put it back on your wrist. The man considered you for a while. Then spoke in a rush as if he were anxious about his own words, his dark eyes boring into your own.

"Take the arrow then, little coneja. I have not spake so well with a person for many a moon. Take it, if you will come back and speak with me again."

You were momentarily speechless and gaped at him for a moment before answering. "Thank you. I will. But I cannot say when I will come back, the time-"

"It gets away from you. I know." He smiled one of his rare, genuine smiles at you. "You know where I abide. Come and pay me a visit."

"Okay. I will." Strangely, you were almost shy about promising him that you would. For what reason you couldn't tell, except that you were slightly wrong-footed by the fact he had been so grumpy and so irritable for so much of your time together and now he said he wanted to spend more time with you, you weren't sure exactly how you should feel. You wanted to ask him to turn away, so he could not see how you entered back into your own time, but were afraid of shattering the fragile friendship you now felt between you. But he seemed to understand without you needing to say anything.

"Until we meet again, then," he muttered, with a nod of his head before he strode purposefully away down the small incline in the direction of his cottage. You waited until he was out of sight to enter the yew tree.

Feeling very grateful that your full moon fell on a weekend this time, you luxuriated in not having to do anything in particular the following day. Shopping was the only chore that was really necessary, and you found yourself picking up some small things here and there that you felt your new friend would enjoy - loose leaf tea since he had mentioned the East, a few small pieces of baklava since he had seemed to like the honey so much, and three fat beeswax candles that were scented with lavender and that you hoped would make his home smell a little nicer. Just a selection of things to tide him over while the month passed in your time. You began idly wondering what else you could give him. Perhaps some fake fur blankets to help him through winter. No doubt he would be able to tell something wasn't quite right with them, but you didn't imagine he would ever guess the truth. Some oats or other foods that would keep well and provide for him through the winter, perhaps. By the time you set foot into the woods, you had almost constructed an entire shopping list to make his life more comfortable through the winter months. You hoped that he would accept your gifts in the spirit in which they were intended and not take offence at your charity. Though in these times, wasn't charity a virtue? Didn't the church preach it at every opportunity?

Leaves crunched under your feet and you suddenly realised that you weren't quite as warm as you had been on your last visit. The alchemy of autumn's gentle touch was creeping along the trees, turning green into gold and gold into umber. An angry squirrel chattered at you as you progressed down the incline toward your destination, no doubt warning you away from his winter hoard. The only other sounds around you were faraway birdsong and the rustling of desiccating leaves in the breeze. His house was much as you remembered it, though you couldn't see the chickens anywhere and you could tell that the patch was growing full of different vegetables.

"Hi," you called softly as you reached his door. "Its the...rabbit witch? I guess?" There was no answer, so you drew back the material separating you from inside the house. He was not there, though the fire was burning merrily in the centre of the house, and a smell of cooking vegetables hit you as you entered. "Such a fucking fire hazard," you murmured to yourself as you stepped inside. You hoped he wouldn't take against you waiting in his house - you had no real desire to be seen by anyone passing through the woods, and the lateness of the hours you had kept for the past few days had made you tired. So tired in fact, that you took the liberty of seating yourself in his chair after depositing your gifts on to the table, and you noted with pleasure that a mostly-finished second chair was well on the way to joining his collection of meagre furniture. Resting your chin in your hands and staring into the hypnotic beauty of the flickering flames, you began to imagine what else you could do to make his house more comfortable. Encourage him to build a proper fireplace for one, if such a thing were possible in a rounded house like this. Maybe some cushions. Sconces for candles on the walls. A proper door...

You startled awake as a hand gently rocked your shoulder, and stared with confusion up into the face of your erstwhile guide. He held his bow and an arrow in his other hand.

"I could have taken you for a thief and shot you, coneja. Be more careful," he said gruffly.

"I'm sorry. I just didn't want to wait outside-"

He grunted. "I told you, be welcome. And I told you to come back. You have no need of...apologise." The unfamiliar word rolled off his tongue more easily than you had expected. Clearly he had been practising some of the more modern expressions that you had dropped. He heaved his cloak off and dropped it on to his bed, then sat carefully on the other chair. It creaked alarmingly but held his weight, and he gave the ghost of a smile. "I thought I should make it. In case of guests."

"I hope I am a good guest. I've brought you some presents." To your surprise he looked a little shy at this, as if no one had ever given him a gift before and he didn't quite know how to feel about it. He thanked you awkwardly and smelled the candles with obvious enjoyment when you presented them to him. He welcomed the baklava greedily, and was almost chatty about the similar sweet treat he had had on his travels in what you assumed was somewhere around the Mediterranean Sea judging by his descriptions. He insisted on making you some tea with the little bundle of leaves you presented him with and you accepted the offer of a drink this time, reasoning that the boiled water from the stream would be fine to have a little of. When you asked him if he had visited China he launched into a story that you were sure was almost entirely made up. The way he told it he had fought monsters and dragons and helped preserve a dynasty and had almost stolen a load of what sounded suspiciously like gunpowder. The conversation flowed, far more so than you had anticipated given the seemingly insurmountable differences between you and before you knew it, the light had begun to fail within his little cottage. You swore and jumped to your feet.

"I have to go. Thank you so much for today. I um...I wont be back for a while. I'm sorry. Its just how it needs to be. But I will come back as soon as I can, I promise." As you made to dash out of his door he caught your arm gently.

"Thank you also. And...my name is Pero. Pero Tovar." Even through your haste to be on the move, you grinned delightedly at the trust he was now showing you and you gave your own name to him before gathering up your long skirt and running from the cottage. You had no idea if sunset here corresponded with any particular time back home, but you had an anxiety in your chest, a feeling that it was a line not to be crossed lightly and that you needed to get back through as soon as you possibly could. You sprinted, racing the lazy autumn sun as its golden fingers spread throughout the wood, until finally your yew stood before you, tall and sprawling and majestic as ever. Ducking down, you raced through the choking passage and the fear that had gripped you dissipated as you emerged into your garden. An autumnal chill was starting to make itself known in this time as well as that, and you stood there for a moment with your chest heaving and a light sheen of sweat on your brow. Removing the poncho once more, you took out your phone to check the time before you began to walk toward your patio doors. It was very late. Well. Early. The moon was hidden from your view anyway behind the row of houses ahead, but it wouldn't be too much longer before it was gone from the sky completely. It was that strange time of the morning where everything is coloured in shades of blue and you can't be sure what is moonlight and what is the dawning sunlight. You walked up your garden, debating taking a shower before getting into bed.

A noise.

Behind you.

A similar rushing to the first time the arrow had struck the earth in front of you, but less insistent. Less speedy. More like-

A dark figure stumbled forward from the end of your garden, and the pre dawn light was just enough that you could see a pair of dark eyes, one of which was badly scarred.

"Oh Pero," you whispered tremulously. "What have you done?"

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Christmas Shopping with the Akatsuki // Part Nine // Nagato

A shabby abandoned house in a village where the rain never stopped. Three scrawny children just barely holding on to life, and their dog who was doing the same. A table with a missing leg decorated with paper wreaths. A “feast” of half a loaf of filched bread, and the last bits of milk from somebody’s nearly dried up cow. This was the last Christmas that Nagato Uzumaki can remember spending where he was truly … happy. He and Konan and their friend Yahiko struggled to survive every day of the year, but Christmas was the one time they aimed for a level above merely “surviving” and pushed out into the boundaries of “enjoying”. And it was an enjoyment. Spending time with the two people he loved more than anybody meant more to Nagato than all the bread and milk in the world. All he had wanted was to be able to protect them … and then Yahiko had died. Konan was all Nagato had left, and together, they formed the new Akatsuki. And Nagato … could feel happiness once more. His group went through hell on a daily basis … and their cloaks showed it. Ripped, torn, missing pieces, dirtied and faded … for Christmas, and against treasurer Kakuzu’s strained protests, the Leader decides to gift them all brand-new Akatsuki cloaks, but with a twist; Nagato, being a talented sewer, was going to take the new cloaks and sew unique inside linings to each one, linings that would embody each individual member and what strengths he felt they possessed. As soon as the new cloaks came to him, he set to work right away, personalizing each one.

Tobi

What to sew on the inside of this one’s cloak? What would represent him best? For some reason, when Nagato is thinking about it, the idea of stitching a pattern of a pair of glowing eyes comes to mind most frequently. But … surely this is just an errant though. After all, Nagato had never even seen Tobi’s eyes. He also considers a picture of dango sticks, but feels this would be far too childish compared to the emblems of the others, and he didn’t want to insult him. After some deliberation, Nagato decides to stitch a picture of a turtle, large and green, on the inside of this cloak. Besides being Tobi’s favorite animal, Turtles represented (amongst other things) steadfastness. Tobi and his cheerful, childlike presence remained a comforting constant in a chaotic organization, and although he could be annoying a lot of the time, it was soothing, to know that some things remained the same. The dark green on the inside looks lovely in contrast to the black and red outside, and Nagato feels as though he’ll have a hard time keeping Tobi from “accidentally” wearing the cloak inside-out most days.

Deidara

Deidara had been brought into the Akatsuki so young, and Nagato often voiced his doubt go Konan, about how long the kid would survive. But against all odds, he did. Thrived, even. Nagato sews a light blue lining to the inside of Deidara’s cloak, to match his vibrant eyes, and painstakingly sets to work recreating the clouds that are on the outside of the cloak, but with the difference of “shooting explosions” from within them. This should be the perfect form of expression for the artist who thought the highest form of artistic expression was, indeed, a fiery explosion.

Kakuzu

Nagato knew that most (if not all) of the Akatsuki faulted Kakuzu for his spendthrift ways, and some of them ((Hidan in particular)) would criticize his “cheapness” to his face. But Nagato honestly doesn’t know how his organization would have survived its first couple of weeks, without Kakuzu’s help. If it wasn’t for his carful budgeting and management of their funds, their would never be any food, or clothing, and the group would be huddled like cows in an open field rather than the various hideouts the old guy was able to procure for them. Not only that, but he kept the money coming in, even in the leanest of times, by taking on dangerous bounties. So Nagato makes the inside of Kakuzu’s cloak a soft, dark green (like Kakuzu’s eyes), and stitches a very realistic picture of a Money Tree on the inside-back. Hopefully the nonagenarian will like this ((although Nagato feels, and he’s not wrong, that Kakuzu will criticize him for making them all new cloaks to begin with)). Still, though; some things are necessary, even if they do cost a bit of time and money.

Sasori

Another artist with his own strong view on what “true art” was. Differing from his young partners belief in the ephemeral, Sasori of the Red Sand believed art to be eternal beauty. So Nagato makes the lining inside of his cloak to be a light red, to match his hair, and he stitches dozens of pictures of both scorpions and the infinity symbol, respectively. Nagato believes that Sasori will truly appreciate this; he always carves a scorpion emblem on the arms of his many puppets, and the infinity symbol well expresses a man who will, indeed, live forever.

Zetsu

Kakuzu, Hidan and Sasori aren’t the only ones blessed with eternal life within the Akatsuki. Nagato is positive that Zetsu has been around for longer than any of them, and would likely be around long after everyone else had faded away. Like Kakuzu’s cloak, Nagato decides to stitch a tree on the inside of Zetsu’s as well. For him, Nagato chooses the Tree of Life. At its core, this symbol represents growth, rebirth, and eternity. The many branches of this tree, as well as the golden circle enclosing it, requires many delicate stitches and careful, intricate sewing, making this cloak the most difficult of the bunch. But Nagato is quite pleased with his handiwork when he’s finished, and hopes that Zetsu will be, too.

Kisame

Nagato makes the inside of Kisame’s cloak’s lining a light blue, matching his skin color. He carefully, carefully stitches a little likeness of Samehada, Kisame’s beloved sword, on the inside. Well, two. One wrapped up, and the other showcasing the sword free and in all it’s glory. Well, HIS glory. Kisame never referred to his prize as an “it”, he always spoke of the weapon just as if it was another person. Nagato had thought this odd at first … until Konan pointed out that Nagato did the exact same things with his many Pain bodies.

Hidan

For Hidan, Nagato can only think to stitch the Jashin symbol on the inside of his cloak, along with a representation of Hidan’s ever-present scythe. As he’s carefully sewing, for some reason, the traitor Orochimaru came to mind. Nagato had several immortals within his group, and knew that Orochimaru had desired to be one of them. He had tried (and spectacularly failed) to take over Itachi’s body in order to do this … but why? Hidan had been more than enough proof that human immortality could be achieved, even if it WAS via a gruesome death-and-“prayer” ritual. If the snake man had gotten to know Hidan, or converted to his hedonistic religion, he might still be in the group today. Or maybe not. Maybe it was better that he wasn’t. That guy creeped Nagato out to no end, and he knew he wasn’t alone on that sentiment. Well, regardless, the cloak lining for Hidan was complete, so Nagato tucked it away in order to work on the next.

Itachi

Nagato was genuinely unsure as to what Itachi’s cloak lining should be. The Uchiha clan crest? Well, maybe not; after all Itachi had … parted ways, with his clan, hence why he was in the Akatsuki in the first place. Perhaps a pair of eyes displaying Itachi’s infamous sharingan? But no … maybe he wouldn’t like that. As Nagato is thinking about it, an idea for another eye comes into his mind: the Egyptian-based “eye of Horus”. According to the lore, this eye was said to represent well-being, healing, and protection. Nagato felt this really suited his young member, so he sets to work duplicating the eye in white thread on a light purple background. He feels Itachi will appreciate this depiction, as well as what it represents.

Konan

Konan’s cloak lining takes Nagato the longest to do, because it uses the most colors/different types of thread, and he sews very slowly, as he wants every stitch to be perfect. The inside of Konan’s cloak is a snowy white, to represent the purity and “newness” of Konan’s soul. Throughout the white, scattered all around, are butterflies. Every color, every wing pattern that Nagato can imagine. Butterflies represent change; they symbolizes metamorphosis, renewal and rebirth. Going from a state of crawling to being able to fly. And fly, Konan could. Nagato still remembers the very vivid gasps of several of the Akatsuki, upon first seeing Konan sprout paper wings and dart around in the sunlight. She’d looked like an Angel, light and magnificent and free. And she had changed, since those days of huddling together in an open field with Yahiko and Nagato, continually sprouting little bits of paper to feed the dying fire. She had grown stronger, and healthier, and more sure of herself as a person and as a ninja. Nagato was proud of her, and hoped that she knew how much he appreciated her friendship and her light in his life. This cloak with its winged beauties would never be able to compare to HER beauty, of course; but it was a valiant effort nonetheless.

#the akatsuki #christmas shopping #christmas #nagato uzumaki #konan #deidara #sasori #hidan #kisame #itachi uchiha #tobi #zetsu #kakuzu

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kyojuuros · 3 years ago

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A random thought suddenly occurred to me. Do you think it's possible that Eren (and then Armin) received a bigger paycheck than their other peers from 104th, because they're shifters? I mean they're low rank soldiers and the corps received limited budget, especially during Rod Reiss' reign and when Eren still couldn't control his power well, and therefore deemed dangerous so others didn't view him well. So it's possible he only had meagre salary.

But things to consider, not only they're front liners, they also have the biggest risk to face and their ability is precious and rare, so they should get more wages, right? I'd imagine they'd need more money for food to replenish their strength and more money to spend for recreation/welfare (for sanity's sake lol) etc, and after Historia became Queen maybe she could have it arranged so they get more money? If so i wonder how high their wages are, higher than the Captain and Commander? Slightly lower? What do you think? 😂

Honestly I'd never considered this before. 😂

It would make sense for Eren & Armin to get higher salaries, particularly after the survey corps succeeded in their coup. I agree that while Eren was still "suspicious" to them in the early series that he would probably get whatever grunty salary low-ranking soldiers receive but after crowning Historia, I imagine he'd at least be on par with squad leaders in terms of salary (assuming theirs are also higher than their underlings). Armin could also have an extra special case, since in the manga there is mention of him being an advisor for Eldia (though, the anime omitted this detail iirc, so I'm not sure ultimately how important it was). He might even make more than Eren if that kind of thing affects salary.

I'd also imagine Mikasa would probably get higher pay as well since she's one of the most valuable soldiers, on par with Levi. Even if she never was a squad leader or captain.

Interesting stuff to think about, anon!

#reply #anon #snk #snk meta #snk spoilers #???? not really spoilers IDK

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fellulahh · 5 years ago

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Where MC would take them on holiday in the human realm (brothers, Diavolo and Solomon)

Lucifer:

- MC takes him to London solely so that they can watch a performance at the West End theatre (*cough* Phantom of the Opera *cough*)

- She also takes him to see Opera shows, knowing he’d be absolutely mesmerised by the performances they put on with the huge stages and complete orchestras

- They stay in a really high-end hotel and have romantic evenings eating at fancy restaurants and then sharing a bath together when they get back

- Shows him Buckingham Palace, “that’s where the English equivalent to Diavolo lives”

Mammon:

- VIVA. LAS. VEGAS.

- MC gets SO excited to take Mammon to Vegas because he will be in his absolute element with all of the casinos

- His eyes light up when he first sees the colossal hotels with all of their elaborate designs

- Him and MC become partners in crimes, hitting the casinos in their fanciest clothes and fake jewellery pretending they’re wealthy royals from a small country in Europe called ‘Devildom’

- They lose all of their money but they find it hilarious because they have so much fun together

Levi:

- this one is pretty obvious: she takes him to Japan of course! The home of anime

- Levi has never been so excited in all of his life as he walks through the city of Tokyo with wide eyes

- He falls in love with everything he sees, MC keeps treating him to little gifts that she notices he ogles over when they’re in shops (she does begin to worry how on Earth they’re going to transport it all back to Devildom afterwards though)

- They take cute selfies together: sharing bubble tea, Levi posing with cosplayers etc

***BONUS: MC takes Levi to San Diego so that they can go to the human Comic Con (she doesn’t tell him they’re going though). Levi has never felt so welcome in a place ever before in his life and begs MC to take him again the following year***

Satan:

- Satan reads a lot and he’s very gentlemanly with MC - when she looks at him she sees Mr Darcy

- To make her fantasies of Satan x Mr Darcy come to life, she takes him on a trip to England, renting out the most beautiful, historic cottage in the countryside

- The area around their cottage is so scenic, with willow trees and rivers; Satan describes it as ‘something he’d read about in a book’

- He loves the gesture! The pair often spend their evenings cuddled up naked under a blanket beside the fire as he reads Pride and Prejudice to her before it turns into something much steamier

Asmo:

- MC takes him to Paris obviously, what’s more romantic?

- It’s called the ‘City of Love’ and Asmo soon finds out why

- Their time away together is spent exploring cute French cafes, taking selfies in front of the Eiffel Tower and making sweet love in their elegant hotel (sometimes even on the balcony if they’re feeling extra frisky)

- They explore all of the high end shops and popular museums

- To solidify their love and to remember their holiday, they write their names on a padlock and attach it to the Pont des Arts bridge

- Also an excuse to be French kissing a LOT

Beel:

- MC takes Beel to Rome and not just because it’s a beautiful city filled with history, but because she wants to introduce him to possibly the best food the human realm has to offer: Italian food

- Beel falls in love with everything he eats there. His personal favourite is the gelato

- Every day MC treats him to some scoops of the flavour of his choice

- They make a wish in the Trevi fountain (MC assumes his wish is about food but it’s actually a plea for MC to always love him)

- Her and Beel unconsciously recreate the scene from ‘Lady and the Hound’ where they kiss after chewing on the same piece of spaghetti

Belphie:

- MC knows Belphie isn’t a very active person and would appreciate a peaceful holiday more than an all action one

- She takes him to a really scenic village in the Netherlands; one that is surrounded by tulip fields

- Belphie’s absolutely mesmerised by all of the colours and the windmills that erect from the ground

- He finds it so, so therapeutic

- MC does have to stop him from falling asleep in the fields though, “yes I know the flowers look comfy but you can’t use them as a bed!”

Diavolo:

- MC thinks the Prince of Devildom could do with a break considering how hard he works all of the time

- And where do humans go to get away from everything? The Maldives

- Their holiday is SO romantic, it’s just the two of them in their own beach hut surrounded by nothing but crystal clear oceans and white sands

- More often than not they will have steamy, shirtless makeout sessions in the sand every night after drinking too many pina coladas

- Lots and lots and lots of sex (with a view!)

Solomon:

- MC would take him to the Harry Potter studios in London or Universal Studios in America as a joke

- “Now you can feel at home with your wizard friends!”

- Solomon doesn’t find the gesture as funny but he makes the most out of the day, eventually giving in to her teasing

- MC cries with laughter whenever he poses next to any of the photo ops with his wand out and a dramatic expression on his face

- Their entire trip gets documented on Devilgram, showing the demons that they’re still staying in contact!

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ddelusions · 4 years ago

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jean kirstein as ur bf headcanons

jean playlist !

(modern au)

- PLENTY of cheesy pick up lines

- plays the guitar and learns how to play all your favorite songs

- kisses you out of nowhere to see how you react

- spends a lot of money on you - to the point you have to start refusing gifts

- likes hugging you from the back because it makes him feel bigger

- in the beginning of the relationship, he’s super shy but so so sweet

- frequent dates - normally it’s wherever you want, but sometimes he organizes surprises (which marco helps him out with)

- he hasn’t the first idea how to cook, but he learnt how to make you your favorite food

-�� absolutely hates whenever eren comes near you, and is willing to fight him

- your first kiss was a bit awkward - he made the first move and nearly missed, but you made up for it by kissing him back :)

- connie teases the both of you a lot

- holds your face in his hands

- speaking of hands, he has huge hands and he likes comparing them with you

- before the two of you were a couple, he flirted by turning off your computer in class

- he plays basketball, and sometimes he jokes that he wished you wouldn’t come to his games because your beauty distracted him

- he likes running his hands through your hair

- his mom absolutely adores you, and she shows you his baby pictures behind his back LOL

- despite the countless times the two of you have made out, the feeling of your lips pressing back against his makes him melt every single time

- his favorite things to watch are 90s romance movies and musicals, and sometimes he even begs you to recreate the scenes with him

- his favorite game is mario kart

- he hates when he fumbles up his words when trying to say something to you, so he resorts to writing letters and notes that he gives to you almost everyday

- although it’s against the school rules, he absolutely loves pda and is willing to take both your punishments for it

- you make fun of him for being cliche, but he goes all out during valentine's day

- chocolates flowers stuffed animals and the usual

- that little thumb rub thing when you hold hands

- his love language is quality time and physical touch

- calls you his darling :)

- he’s never really had a serious relationship until you, and you make him feel so unbelievably happy and content

#jean kirschstein #jean kirschtein fluff #jean kirstein #jean kirschtein headcanons #aot headcanons #attack on titan

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obeymeluv · 4 years ago

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The Bros Visit the Human World

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You bring the bros to the human world for a little get-away and they develop some interesting habits.

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Lucifer

He’s the restless one that doesn’t sleep well. It takes a night or two to get comfortable and sleep normally.

Lucifer will probably be the first one up. Not only out of habit, but you’re in the human world so he’ll see the sun again

Being away from Diavolo and the responsibilities actually makes him seem like a stranger. Everyone forgets who he is outside of that because he’s so dedicated.

If you’re around a lot of nature, he’ll just casually stroll around. Almost like he’s forgotten what grass, trees, and flowers look like. He loves to spend time in the sun and just breathe the air.

Have pets? He’s partial to cats and well-behaved dogs.

Surprisingly, he’ll be the type to chase birds off of anything half-wounded or put birds back into their nests

At some point you’ll find him on the roof, wings out and sunning

Take him to livestock stores or somewhere like Tractor Supply Co. and he’ll be super tempted to smuggle a baby chick out in his pocket.

Loathes most human TV. Can’t bring himself to be interested until you bust out bible-history related documentaries. If he finds one he’ll take control of the TV, watch it all, and rip it to pieces.

Kind of develops a complex about it. “What would these humans know?! They’ve only been around for, what, forty years? Try five thousand!”

Take him by the coffee shops or smoothie shops to try decadent treats! He secretly likes them!

Mammon

Sleeps easier than Lucifer but has a tough time because the noises are different

If you have an open field or bigger back yard, his favorite thing to do is stand there and watch birds come to him. It surprises him that he can summon more than crows

Boy will definitely throw on a sunhat (or some cool glasses) and ask you what you feed birds around your place. Stands out in your yard throwing bird seed like the birds are starving and he’s got a million bags.

The type to fight squirrels and chase them out of your yard or away from feeders because “It’s not FOR you!”

If you live somewhere more laid-back he’ll feel very restless. He’s drawn to bigger, busier places.

IMMEDIATELY asks you about restaurants and things to do (”What’cha got? What’s good? Anything fun around here?”)

Gets super frustrated by shows like Storage Wars but it eerily good at appraising the value of stuff at a glance. Often guesses the real value of the objects

Show him Antique Roadshow. He’ll LOSE. HIS. SHIT.

He’ll ask to go by places like pawn shops and jewelers to just look at the different things humans trade or want to save up for. Can probably get discounts on the stuff.

Bring this guy when shopping for jewelry. He has an innate gift for appraising and can see flaws. He knows when you’re being played.

Want to be a little mean? Get those chocolate treasure chest coins and give one to Beel first. Mammon might just have a heart attack.

Definitely goes on a rant about how making chocolate money is wrong. (”Why make a currency you can’t spend?!”)

Make the visit special by getting some type of matching jewelry--earrings, rings, necklaces--and he’ll wear it around.

Take him by pet stores where they’ll let the birds out of cages, he’ll make kissy noises and love on all of them. Will definitely try to smuggle one out.

He’ll spend whole days in parks when he realizes you can park it on a bench and feed birds. Birds that don’t always get food!

Don’t show him water fountains. He doesn’t get the concept of people tossing coins in and will definitely try to take them by posing as a cleaner or something

Taking him by a museum is a 50/50 gamble. He’s genuinely interested in the displays and setup but might try to steal something

Do you have a way to watch The Road to El Dorado? Show it to Mammon. He’ll love it.

Leviathan

Unless you live by some cute cafes, comic book stores, or video game retailers he probably won’t do much on his visit

Do you have a pool? He changed his mind. Might gripe about the chlorine messing with his skin though.

If you only have access to a community pool he refuses to do anything with it

Take him to the beach if you live near one. He’ll ALWAYS go for ocean water!

Because the Devildom is the Devildom, I bet they don’t have Ghibli movies. Maybe they have knock-offs, or they’re considered rare because they’re human world related, but have a Ghibli marathon with him! He’ll love it! It won’t be Ruri-chan levels of love, but he’ll stan and want to buy some stuff

Can you make boba tea at home or swing by a coffee shop that makes a close substitute? Take him! He’ll like it! Levi may complain about it not being authentic but he’ll secretly appreciate it

He likes savory food and junk food so take him by a dollar store and get some cheap chips and sodas. It’ll be interesting to try. Maybe he can make a Deviltube video about trying human food!

Levi also strikes me as someone who would like nachos, so maybe grab him some nachos!

Do they know about the Doritos and Mountain Dew thing in the Devildom? He might want those. (”Look, I’m like the human gamers!”)

Levi runs a little colder than his brothers (by Devildom standards) so take him around to feel on blankets and maybe get one to take back to the Devildom.

Satan

Has a great love for books (obviously) and a great disdain for Devildom bookstores that charge an arm and a leg for human finds. TAKE HIM BY BOOKSTORES AND LET HIM LIVE IN HIS NATURAL ENVIRONMENT!

The type to bring an extra suitcase just for books

Is actually quite a homebody because he has no connections in the human world (besides you), so he’s fine to sit and read his new finds.

Do you have books at home? What are your favorites? He’ll read them, too, while he’s here

Show him some kind of crime channel or crime YouTuber and he’s 100% obsessed. Binges them like Netflix

Will wave you over and demand you sit, tangling your legs together as you lean back and speculate on who the murder is and what happens since most of those TV episodes are an hour long

Loves anything psychological-based. Wants to understand why people do things and how they work. Show things like Criminal Minds and Mind Games. He’ll be SUPER interested.

Do you have cats? You’ll see Satan whispering them and holding them against his shoulder. He’s in love and might be planning to steal your cat.

Taking him by animal shelters makes him a little sad but he’ll be glad to play with all the cats at one time.

Don’t tell him that, to most humans, Lucifer and Satan are the same figure in the Bible. He just might lose his shit.

Does your town have history/mystery tours? Take him! It’s a two-in-one and he loves it! History and culture, mystery and crime!

Show Satan Cinderella. He’ll get the BIGGEST laugh out of the cat being called Lucifer.

Asmodeus

Like Mammon, will ask you about aesthetic places and things to do

In a rare moment of not hating Mammon, the two will gossip at the jewelry stores and be really critical. Mammon stops Asmo from making bad purchases

Show him around some makeup stores! He’d LOVE to see human products!

If you take him by ANY store with clothes, he will look, pick, feel, analyze, and try things on for the hell of it. It will be an all-day thing

Human fashion takes off more than he expected on the Devilgram, so he’ll buy a few things.

When he realizes makeup stores give free makeovers, he’ll use that to his advantage. Especially by charming people

Goes on a small kick of charming people to get what he wants because Lucifer only ever told him he couldn’t do it to YOU. It’s a new level of fawning and attention and he eats it up

If he sees a cute Starbucks drink on TV, he wants it.

If you show him Pinterest or Instagram, he’s glued to a device and saving things.

By the time everyone goes back to the Devildom he has a tiny notebook full of ideas and details--ways to recreate it in the Devildom

Gets several modeling offers and you (or one of the bros) has to pull him away, It’s not happening.

Unexpectedly into unboxing videos and calligraphy. Lives for pretty hand writing and is fascinated by bullet journaling even though he’s too lazy to maintain one

Show him soap operas/dramas and celebrity entertainment channels. He won’t know what to believe.

If he sees shows like Jerry Springer, Maury, Jeremy Kyle, or Judge Judy he live-streams them like ‘can you believe what crazy things happen in the human world?!’

Beelzebub

The dollar store is his heaven! ALL THIS FOOD FOR A DOLLAR?!

I personally think that human food is less calorically dense so he’ll need to eat a lot. Take him by fast food places that have cheap dollar menus or five dollar deals

If you go to a restaurant with a ‘finish in ‘x’ amount of a minutes and it’s free!’ do it. He’ll set a record

Beel learns about all you can eat buffets and gives you puppy eyes until you take him to one. At least you’ll get your money’s worth!

Don’t take him by a real grocery store. He’ll bankrupt you. Or eat all the free samples.

He’s interested in cooking shows but if he watches them you’ll have to clean up a lot of drool, give him something to eat while he’s watching, or stop him from absently grabbing the closest thing and trying to eat it

Is super into renovation shows and technical shows where people work with their hands. It’s like sports of the mind.

Not as interested in watching American football because he’ll critique it too much. Any other sport, he’ll find it interesting and want to know how it works.

Show him old Olympic footage. He’s surprised at the variety of sports and will watch the whole thing

Will also enjoy Ghibli movies. How do they make food look like that?!

This boy is a Disney princess in a demon body. If he sees any critters while he’s out and about (ANY), he’ll want to try and feed it or pet it

Bugs are drawn to him. He especially likes caterpillars and butterflies.

Beel likes to hunt for ladybugs.

Likes to “donate” to ant hills and watch them work,

Likes to watch nature documentaries about different animals

If you take him to the zoo, he’ll marvel at the different animals. Wants to wrestle a tiger and the bigger animals to see if he’ll win. It looks “fun.”

Belphegor

When he hears about mattress stores, that’s his thing. That’s what he wants you to do together. Belphie will literally lay on as many mattresses as possible and judge them

He may not have a hard time sleeping as long as he has his favorite pillow, but, for kicks, show him ASMR. Beel’s not the only one who drools!

Will definitely fall asleep outside in the sun. Any place is a good place for a nap, and to look up and see clouds is special

Spend a night outside under the human sky. It’s constellations and things he only ever gets to see in the star room

Will watch just about anything on TV. He’ll say he doesn’t have a preference but he likes those happy, soft movies that have gentle endings where everything turns out okay. Actually cries a little.

If he learns what Snorlax is from Pokemon, he’ll want one. A big Snorlax plushy to cuddle and sleep on/with!

If he hears the word “demon” uttered on TV he’s instantly hooked. What stupid thing do these humans think? THAT’S their version of a demon?!

Can you take him to see real cows? He’d really like that.

The type to make flower chains in the grass because he’s bored. Gives his first one to Beel and falls asleep before he can make another one.

Loves milkshakes unironically. Will slink out of bed and come along on any errands/brother outings if he can get one out of you.

#Obey me!#Lucifer x Reader #Mammon x Reader #Levi x reader #Leviathan x Reader #Satan x Reader #Asmodeus x reader #Beelzebub x Reader #Belphegor x Reader

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sachas · 3 years ago

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TASK: CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT.

BASIC INFORMATION.

Full name: Aleksandr “Sacha” Ruslanovich Tarasov

Nickname: Sacha, Cha Cha ( taking applications for others xoxo )

Birthdate: 17th of December, 1989

Age: 32

Zodiac: Sagittarius Sun, Leo Moon, Scorpio Rising

Gender: Nonbinary

Pronouns: He/him & They/Them ( used interchangeably )

Romantic orientation: Biromantic

Sexual orientation: Bisexual

Nationality: Russian

Ethnicity: Russian

Rank: Dominion

Affiliation: Death

BACKGROUND.

Birthplace: Moscow, Russia

Hometown: Moscow, Russia

Social class: Upper class

Educational achievements: Bachelor’s and Master’s degrees in Psychology from The Sorbonne ( mostly paid for with daddy’s money x )

Father: Ruslan “Lana” Yevgenovich Tarasov

Mother: Alexandra “Sanya” Pashovna Tarasova

Siblings: None

Pets: None

Previous relationships:

Though Sacha prefers to keep his relationships loose, often leaving things without labels, there are a few notable entanglements.

- Saint Warden: The two experience a brief and heady whirlwind relationship ten years ago, one Summer in Paris bringing them close together, high off the drugs and each other. While a young Saint was fast to fall in love, Sacha cuts things off quickly, rathering to keep things casual than let someone become his weakness. Over the years, they reconnect occasionally, their affairs stretching a few days or weeks before the illusion is shattered again, sending Saint off again back home to London.

- Laura Vardhamana: Who’s chasing who here? Maybe that’s half the excitement, Laura plays hard to get with ease and Sacha knows they’ve met their match. Late night hook ups meld into something more, an uncanny amount of time spent together, their relationship developing a seriousness that Sacha’s never experienced. He gets suspicious, uses connections in Death to check out Laura’s tech from a far. There it is — bank statements, withdrawals and transactions made, Sacha’s been conned and is made quite the fool. So they blackmail her, turning the same receipts into threats of prison or Death.

Arrests: Breach of the Peace ( during a Death-staged protest )

Prison time: None

OCCUPATION & INCOME.

Current occupation: Executive Producer, Pale Horse Media / Dominion, Death

Dream occupation: He doesn’t dream about working, only having power

Past jobs: Never truly worked a day in their life x

Spending habits: As Death’s benefactor, Sacha allocates a certain amount of money from his family funds to the cause. On top of that, their personal spending could be described as excessive, spending mostly on clothes and other impulse buys.

In debt?: Hahaha

SKILLS & ABILITIES.

Physical strength: Average

Speed: Average

Intelligence: Above average

Accuracy: Above average

Agility: Above Average

Stamina: Average

Teamwork: Because he’s so good at manipulating others to bend to his will, Sacha doesn’t mind teamwork, though he would much rather work alone if possible

Talents: Persuasion, Manipulation, making playlists and mean cocktails

Shortcomings: Detached, vain, selfish, jealous

Languages spoken: Russian, English, French

Drive?: Yes

Jumpstart a car?: No, they have people for that

Change a flat tire?: No, they have people for that

Ride a bicycle?: Yes

Swim?: Yes

Play an instrument?: Piano ( strict lessons from his childhood burning scales into his brain )

Play chess?: Yes

Braid hair?: No

Tie a tie?: Yes

Pick a lock?: No, they have people for that

Cook?: hahaha

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS.

Face claim: Robert Pattinson my beloved

Eye color: Blue

Hair color: Dirty blonde

Hair type: Mostly straight with waves / 2a curl pattern

Glasses/contacts?: No

Dominant hand: Right

Height: 6’1″ / 185 cm

Build: Lean

Exercise habits: Combat training and the occasional run once or twice a week, Sacha’s definitely not passionate about exercise

Tattoos: General Tattoo Inspo ( x, x, x )

Highlights

- Death Skull on his left shoulder close to collarbone, able to be seen from straight on

- “Тарасов” or Tarasov in Russian under left collarbone

- a shitty stick n poke pansy on his thigh, given by Saint around ten years ago

- “Ignorant Style” tattooing, really vibe with @/bad.badtattoos on ig’s style ( here, here, here, here, here, here, here, )

Piercings: Earlobes

Marks/scars: Freckles across skin, though none too pronounced. A few scars from drunken shenanigans gone wrong — Sacha really becomes reckless when he drinks.

Clothing style: Varied. Some days, they’re very casual, slouching on stupid graphic tee with jeans, other days are more like sleek designer boots and trendy, high waisted pants.

Jewelry: On dressed-up days, Sacha might swap his basic silver hoop earrings for something with shine, or might throw on a sleek watch to impress. His family has passed down two items of significance: a signet ring meant for each patriarch of the Tarasov family, and his grandfather’s pocket watch. Neither are worn or used on regular occasion, though might be broken out when Sacha is sent on official Tarasov Media Conglomerate business.

Allergies: None

PSYCHOLOGY.

MBTI type: INTJ - The Architect

Enneagram type: Type eight - The Challenger ( independent, stubborn, determined )

Moral alignment: Neutral Evil

Element: Fire

Emotional stability: Sacha keeps emotions hidden well beneath surface, often disguising one emotion as another, whatever is the most useful for the situation. Most of the time, people perceive him as detached and cold, making it hard for him to maintain regular relationships for long.

Introvert or extrovert?: Extroverted

Obsession: Finding people’s weaknesses

Phobias: Snakes! Egads!

Drug use: Recreational, mainly drugs like ketamine, molly, acid

Alcohol use: Daily, mainly vodka

Prone to violence?: No, would rather use their snakey ways

Prone to crying?: hahaha, no

Believe in love at first sight?: No

MANNERISMS.

Accent: With years of effort and practice, Sacha manages to disguise his natural Russian inflection with something closer to a Southern English accent, though it’s not perfect and you can hear it on occasion, especially if he’s been drinking

Hobbies: Binging shit TV, giving shitty stick-n-poke tattoos, making shitty tunes on the piano, listening to music, demanding aux privileges

Habits: Drinking, smoking, lying their ass off

Nervous tics: Clenching jaw

Drives/motivations: Power, control, greed, attention

Fears: Failure, losing control, submitting to others

Sense of humor?: Kinda fucked up tbh

Do they curse often?: Tastefully

FAVORITES.

Animal: Bears

Beverage: Iced Coffee or Vodka

Book: Bret Eason Ellis’s American Psycho

Colors: Green, Purple, Silver

Food: PIZZA! but a childhood comfort food is syrniki

Flower: Orchids

Gem: Chalcedony

Mode of transportation: Land Rover

Scent: Vanilla, Oud, Tobacco

Weather: Cloudy, breezy

Vacation destination: Swiss Alps

ATTITUDES.

Greatest dream: Becoming bigger and more influential than his father ever was

Greatest fear: Missing a huge opportunity, becoming irrelevant, being controlled

Most at ease when: exerting control

Least at ease when: being forced into something

Biggest achievement: Making a name for himself outside of Russia / Becoming the benefactor of Death

Biggest regret: Not negotiating with Uriel to enter Death as a Seraphim x

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