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[reesiereads]

Was anyone else kinda… disappointed by this episode?

Idk I didn’t hate it exactly but Nathan being the one to revive Slappy felt way too outta left field (we know he’s sorta dumb but man was literally fucking possessed why tf would he go through with it?). I seriously think it should have been Allison. Why was she even fucking included if she wasn’t going to be used?

Not just that but I think everyone is moving on way to fucking easily. Lucas is the only one I think is showing an actual logical response and even then it’s mostly glossed over. These people were traumatized! Horrifically traumatized! Isaiah almost got pushed over a cliff!

And I know some of the parents are distanced or neglectful (*cough* Elizabeth *cough*) but would they really be okay with sending their kids off to Seattle with only Sara as supervision? Again: they all almost fucking died! And we didn’t get to see the parents find out about what the kids had been going through at all- hell Colin was told and was like “oh your a murderer? Ok then! Wanna get married?” Like I’m sorry fucking what?

Also: WHY ARE COLIN AND NORA ENGAGED? The last time we saw them together Nora hardly gave a damn about him. Colin asking isn’t outta character but her saying yes??? I don’t buy it.

Idk, maybe I just miss how character focused the first five episodes were, because since Slappy’s introduction there’s been no real down time. This episode completely rushed the recovery process and I am displeased (even if I know it was probably necessary).

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👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀 gimme gimme

rare breed ch.two + eijirou kirishima

send a 👀 for a wip i didn’t finish this year !!

[spicypepperflakesss]

Gotta say, thank you to everyone for being so sweet and supportive!

This still feels kind of new to me, as I talked about before. Like some people, I sadly fall into the type who's a little obsessive about checking the activity on my posts.

So I'm gonna take some me time for a few days just to sort out my feelings and plan a healthier way to approach my socials. I won't be gone for too long but I might take my time to relax a bit and be more present in other areas of my life

Anyways, thanks again you guys. I'll continue writing when I get back.

Warm wishes,

Reesie

[lavender-lucifer]

type of soulmate au they are - all bros

tags/warnings - all fluff, not proof read

wc - (a whopping ) 3.8k

a/n: I thought of this in the shower yesterday and as you can see, went feral and wrote almost 4k. you're welcome. I also used this prompt list to help with some ideas.

Lucifer: the most important thing your soulmate says to you that day appears on your body

Lucifer gave up looking for his soulmate millennial ago

he figured if they weren't in the celestial realm or the Devildom you either didn't exist or were in the human realm. a realm he doesn't have time to scour

it pains him sometimes, the idea of knowing his person was out there and he wouldn't know it was them unless they talked

he thinks it's a curse, a punishment for the celestial war by having a difficult sign

and then when you come down to the Devildom he thinks maybe it's you

you were able to bring together his family, to show him life was worth living and risks were worth taking

but he never finds anything written on his body and as days go by the exchange program comes to its end

he acts like it doesn't sting, like his heart doesn't sink when you leave and there's still no message

he gets rid of all hope then, any idea of a soulmate is squashed. never to be thought of

when you're sent to the Devildom a second time you couldn't wait to see Lucifer again. you had heard rumors about his soulmate sign, about how he had given up after you left. You had hoped he was your soulmate too, only to be met with sorrow when nothing would appear. it hurt more to hear Lucifer had given up, even if you weren't his soulmate you knew he deserved love. he deserved to be with a person who would nurture his dreams and send him to bed when dusk falls.

Lucifer is in his study when you find him with his head in his hand.

"hey." and he looks up, heart fluttering when he sees you standing in the middle of the room. a small smile makes its way onto your face, drinking in the sight of him. his hair is disheveled, tie undone around his neck but its the most attractive he's ever been. you make your way over to his chair and plop down on his lap. He sinks his head into your shoulder, hands coming to your waist.

"thought I'd find you here," you tease, fingers running through his hair. He says something and it's muffled by the fabric of your shirt.

"I think you're going to have to say that again."

"tell me I've been on your mind since the day you left." your mouth runs dry and fingers cease. there's a light tingling sensation on your clavicle.

"of course you have," you respond and pull away. Lucifer cranes his neck up to see you fiddling with the collar of your shirt. you pull it down a bit and he sees it in a neat cursive along the bone.

tell me I've been on your mind since the day you left

he looks stunned, eyes wide. you look down and see it, breath caught in your throat. he looks down at his forefinger, studying it.

of course you have

"Lucifer..." his lips are on yours almost instantly. you bring your hand to cup his jaw.

"I knew it had to be you," he whispers. You both stay like that for a while, thinking about how you'll spend your nights listening to vinyl records and waking up in each others arms.

Mammon: writing on your body appears on your soulmate's

writing down little notes on your arm has always helped you remember

especially when you began living in the Devildom, writing the names of streets or the types of hexes on your forearm became a second nature

Mammon's noticed the notes appear on his skin, unable to come off no matter how hard he scrubbed

thankfully, his choice in clothes has always managed to hide it. he knows a sign of his soulmate but in honesty, he'd be crushed if it wasn't you

so if he continued to hide them from anyone's sight he'd still be able to stay with you. he isn't taking the chance to lose you if you weren't his soulmate

when you were getting ready for class one day you found a series of numbers scribbled on your palm

it was safe to say you hadn't written it, the numbers made no sense to you and it wasn't your printing

you knew this was your soulmate's doing but it was the first time a note had been written on you. did your soulmate just...not write on their own body??

You end up seeing Mammon slinking around the halls of RAD showing off his new watch to anyone within a meter from him.

"Hey! Human," he calls out, his voice being carried throughout the corridor. You turn towards him and he's glowing, thrusting his arm out to you.

"I won it in a bet. Ain't it nice?" The gold band catches thee light from one of the many windows that line the hall making it sparkle. Mammon lets you grasp his hand, it's soft and warm in your own as you inspect the watch. When you go to drop his hand you notice something. 62 38 17 20. You flip his palm up and see the numbers is scrawled in blue ink. It's identical to yours, the writing, the pen ink.

"Oh, yeah. I played the lotto last night. Wrote down the numbers." He shrugs but doesn't take his hand out of yours. He enjoys the feeling of your finger tracing the writing too much.

"Why ya lookin' at me like that?" You're squinting, studying the numbers to make sure you aren't imaging anything. When you look up at him he raises his eyebrows. Wordlessly, you pull up the sleeve of your uniform and place your palm parallel to his. You watch his eyes drop to your hand, his lips part but no sound comes out. It's his turn to bring a finger to your hand, touch so light like he's afraid of burning you.

"Does this mean..." he trails off, looking back up to your face. He's fighting the urge to smile too afraid that this is all a dream. Mammon lets you roll up his sleeve to reveal the notes you've written and you feel your heart pound against your chest. Mammon was your soulmate.

"You're my soulmate," you breathe, still looking at his skin. In an instant, Mammon wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you to his chest. He buries his face in your hair taking a deep breath. You reciprocate the hug, looping your arms around his torso listening to his rapid heartbeat.

"You don't know how hard I wished it was you," he whispers.

"Looks like you're stuck with me," you laugh, tears prickling your eyes. Mammon kisses the crown of your head.

"Hm yeah. Gonna cause a lot of trouble for me, aren't ya?"

Levi: you feel the same emotion as your soulmate

you always thought of yourself as someone who was in touch with their emotions

it was one of your greatest assets and even more handy when you started living in the Devildom

lately, it seemed like you couldn't get a handle on them, mood swings were more common or emotions would hit you suddenly out of nowhere. You noticed it would happen during the late hours of the night when everyone was sleeping soundly in their rooms

You didn't know what was happening until did some research and found that this could potentially be a sign that you've found a soulmate, but it would be much harder to figure out who it could because the only clues you had were emotions.

during class you became ecstatic, smiling so hard your cheeks hurt and you heart was full of joy. your thoughts were preoccupied with happy memories and your presence lifted everyones mood

it was weird, you weren't sure what made you this excited but it felt like a breath of fresh air. you were perky the rest of the day and even on your walk home

when you walk into Levi's room he's bouncing off the walls and you feel the butterflies in your stomach. His radiates a gleeful energy and when he spots you leaning on his doorway he grins.

"guess what?" he asks and you feel like you're about to burst. He doesn't give you time to answer before he continues, words spewing out of his mouth.

"I was able to get us tickets to our favourite idol group! I know how much you enjoyed listening to their songs with me so I stayed up all night and skipped class to make sure I bought the VIP passes!"

relief. you see it on his face and you feel it within your core. you hold onto the feeling a touch too long before your stomach drops and despair takes a hold of you.

"do...do you not want to go?" Levi deflates, the joy in his face is swiftly replaced with a frown.

"no! no, no, of course I'd love to go! that's really sweet and considerate of you." This time he feels something. He feels loved. It makes his back straighten and chest puff out.

"no one has ever done anything like this for me," you add.

"I guess...I guess this is why we're soulmates."

Levi feels the words die in his throat. he never thought he would have a soulmate. someone to care for him and to put up with his rambles. but he can feel it. he can feel it seeping from his pores and it cradles him. makes him feel safe in a world full of hate and judgement.

content. you both feel it flooding you as you grip his hands in yours.

Satan: you can hear your soulmates voice in your mind

Satan thought he had finally lost it when he started hearing a voice in his head. thoughts that didn't belong to him would echo throughout his mind. when is this class over? I wonder what I should do for lunch

it would scare him at first, make him jump out of his skin to hear an unrecognizable voice interrupt the silence. after a while he found it amusing, listening to your most inner thoughts. maybe it was about how your day was going or that pop song stuck in your head for the millionth time

you had a similar reaction when you heard a voice in your head that wasn't yours. most of the time it sounded like sighs or a narration of a movie plot

it became the highlight of your day, listening to his thoughts when he would read. try to solve the book's mystery before reaching the final pages and the triumphant yes! that would follow soon after

you both have attempted to reach out to each other but it seems not every thought is able to get through. you know each other's names, and general personal details. its like an itch you can't scratch. you're with your soulmate for majority of your days but can't see them. can't hold them in your arms after a long day and it weighs on your heart

Satan knows this. he knows you. how you crave of finally meeting, of being able to see the life you think about together

it hurts him too, thinking about how he can't spend his quiet afternoons with you, the only person who genuinely understands him and his ways. the only person he can trust to love him whole

the coffee shop isn't too busy when you walk in, the smell of the beans linger in the air and the heat kisses your cheeks. you see a couple sitting on the nook together exchanging hushed whispers.

I wish we could have that

we will. I'm sure of it

you let out a small laugh. you take pleasure in the confidence Satan emits, always certain you'll have your fairytale ending together.

"can I get a latte, please." Your head snaps up to see a mop of blonde hair infant of you. they're wearing a green jacket and a book bag a hangs off their shoulder with a voice you could recognize anywhere. you hesitate, what if your mind is playing tricks on you?

"thanks."

"Satan?" you call and the figure freezes. Emerald green eyes stare into yours.

"you're here," he says, bringing out a hand to cup your cheek. he can feel the warmth on his palm as he takes a step closer to you, closing the distance between your bodies. you rest your forehead against his.

"Hi." he smiles and closes his eyes. you feel wetness on your cheeks and notice he's crying. you bring your thumb to brush away at the stray tears.

"its okay," you whisper and he hiccups.

"I'm here. you don't have to be alone anymore."

Asmodeous: living in a colourless world until you meet

Asmo's been alive so long that seeing things in black and white doesn't even bother him

He never thought he would have a true soulmate seeing as he is the Avatar of Lust

people fall for him every day and he can charm people into loving him. he never thought he could have anything genuine because of who he is.

Unlike him, you haven't been living like this for as long, it was natural for these things to take time but who can blame you for being anxious?

but when you appear in an unfamiliar room and see the orange tint from the candle light and the sparkling stars in the deep blue sky your heart starts pounding in your chest

to be honest you didn't even know who your soulmate was, there's several people looking at you so it's kind of process of elimination

Asmo blinks and all of a sudden he's staring at the red uniform that Diavolo is wearing

so he blinks again and it doesn't disappear, he can see the pink and green that paints his nails and pale purple banners that line the council room

his soulmate is a human who's definitely overwhelmed, he can see it on your face that you're trying to process all the information being thrown at you so he takes it upon himself to not tell you. he doesn't trust himself to not interfere. he doesn't want to make you fall for him, he wants you to do it on your own. he wants to know he is worthy

You've been living in the Devildom for a few weeks and are no closer to finding who your soulmate is. Spending your free time with the brothers who were in that room with you except for Lucifer and Diavolo who always seem to be busy. It's a bit frustrating, no one seems to have hinted at recently seeing the world in full colour or giving you clues on who it may be. What's the point of seeing life in colour if there's no one to share it with?

Asmodeous has been trying to adjust to this new life. To the idea that his soulmate is a human who he's desperately trying to avoid. It makes his heart ache, not being able to get to know you like he should because of who he is. Because of what he is. He locks himself in his room staring at all his belongings but it doesn't shut out the thoughts that race in his mind. They come to a standstill when he hears a soft rap on the door and his greeted by you.

You've never really gotten the chance to look at his eyes. Pink hues and orange tints blurred together as they shine under the hallway light. His gaze is soft, it makes your stomach turn and heat rush to your cheeks. An epiphany. You're not sure how you missed it, the signs were there. Why he would avoid you, keeping you at arms distance.

"I like the colour of your eyes."

It fills him with a joy, warmth flooding his system as he lets out a chuckle. He needs someone like you around, to remind him he's worthy of true love. To remind him that there is more to life than superficial beauty.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't want to...to make it unnatural or-"

"It's okay. I had to spend a lot of time with your brothers to figure it out, though." He laughs, corners of his mouth lifting making you beam. He looks radiant in colour, it compliments his skin adding to his aura.

" I promise I'll spend the rest of our lives making it up to you," he teases.

Beel: flying a paper airplane that moves in the direction of your soulmate

Beel doesn't think about soulmates too often unlike his other brothers

he likes to believe Belphie's the closest thing he'll get to one and that's okay

but there is times where he finds himself wondering if he'd finally be satisfied if he found his soulmate. if he had someone to share his treats with or someone to give him an infinite amount of kisses

you come to mind when he pictures a soulmate, you don't try to change him or chastise him for eating as much as he does. yet there is no sign you're his soulmate or he is yours

and that's what stops him, he doesn't want to get in the way of you finding your person because he can't get enough of you.

you don't really know much about soulmates until you go to the Devildom and hear stories about them. how demons find there life partners from being drawn together by a red ribbon or having matching tattoos

it makes you believe your soulmate is out there, gives you hope you'll find a envy worthy love

Beelzebub is bored. this class on potions has been going on forever and he's lost all focus. he spies a classmate making a paper airplane, probably out of boredom so he follows in suit. folding the line paper over itself as the bell rings, signaling the end of class. he waits until the other students to leave before he throws it, letting it whizz through the air. except it doesn't land on the floor like he expects, it continues to zoom in the air and out the door. hurrying, he packs up his things and dashes out the classroom scanning the hall for the plane. He notices it flying over heads and in between students before he begins to jog through the crowd. it takes him through another wing of the school before sending him outside by the courtyard. at this point he knows there's something more than wind controlling the paper airplane. Did he use a cursed paper, he thinks to himself, gaining on it. He doesn't notice the plane's descent as he collides with you, moving your body on top of his to absorb the impact. the sound of crumpled paper can be heard as the plane lands beside the two of you.

"are you okay?" you ask while you lift yourself off his chest. he's blushing, no doubt because of the position your in. your legs hooked around his hips, hands pressed firmly on his ribcage.

"y-yeah. you're not hurt anywhere are you?" you shake your head and he sits up.

"what were you chasing?"

"that," he points to the air plane, drawing your attention.

"you threw it out here? it's not windy though." you're right, he thinks. there is no wind or breeze at all out here. the leaves are firmly planted on the branches of trees and no one's jumped out of a bush to admit to a prank. Beel looks at the plane while he bites the inside of his cheek. you reach out and grab the piece of paper to inspect it.

"you know," he starts. you look at him expectedly with wide eyes.

"they say a sign of finding your soulmate is if you throw a paper airplane it will lead you to them." you're quiet. thinking it over he guesses.

"I threw it back in the classroom. but it just kept going and brought me out here. and then landed right by you."

"are you saying I'm your soulmate?"

he shrugs, so you take the airplane and throw it behind you. both of you watch anxiously as it swoops around in the air to change direction and crashes into Beel's head.

"well... I think it's safe to say we're soulmates," you say with a sly grin.

Belphie: when you have a question, your soulmate has the answer

Belphegor doesn't believe in soulmates

he thinks its a concept made up by someone who was too desperate for their own good

he's met humans, demons, and angels alike and hasn't found one he finds more than tolerable. he's been living for so long and it hasn't happened yet so it's another reason why it's a myth

yes he's heard the stories about how there's a plethora of signs and clues to find your soulmate but he doesn't care. it's too much work to go out and look for them

the Devildom has a lot of traditions you didn't know about and one of them was the idea of things that lead you to your soulmate

it was interesting of course, how there were so many ways to find the person who was made for you

but none of the brothers talked about their signs or if they've found their soulmate so you began to think it was some sort of hoax

"do you believe in soulmates?" it cuts through the silence that filled the planetarium. Belphie is laying down on the couch, eyes drifting closed.

"no." he doesn't even open his eyes. He snuggles into his blanket more.

"how come?" your tone sounds somber.

"I don't think you can only have one person for your be all, end all. why?" you shrug with a sigh and he opens one eye to analyze your figure. you're sat beside him, staring out the window.

"I was talking to Solomon about it. he said even demons have soulmates but none of you guys ever talk about them."

"why were you asking him about it?" there's a hint of jealousy in his voice.

"Like I said, you never talk about it. did you ever look for them?" you shift closer to him and he lays his head on your lap. you've always felt like home to him.

"no. too much work," he replies with a yawn. typical.

"do you know what your sign is at least?"

"yeah." he closes both eyes again

"are you going to tell me what it is?"

"having the answer to their questions. I met a witch once. she told me."

The air is still and the room has gone so quiet you could hear a pin drop. your mind races to come to a proper conclusion.

"Belphie?" you ask calmly. he hums in response.

"did you know this whole conversation was just us asking each other questions?" you look down at him and he opens his eyes.

"not before you brought it up... do you believe in soulmates?" he questions.

"yes," you say taking a breath.

"I do."

[reesiereads]

From the draft of the second chapter for my new fic Symbols: 

Aubrey groans, burying her head in her hands. They’re sitting in Kel’s living room together, the light of the television screen from the movie they’d been watching the only thing cutting through the midnight gloom. “That’s part of it but also… fuck! What am I supposed to tell him, Kel? We’ve all been assuming Sunny was his soulmate for months.”

“The symbol is a bit weird,” Kel agrees before gently pulling away her hands from her face and holding them in his own.

Six Sentence Sunday

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[storyknitter]

Tagged by @queen-scribbles @haledamage and @greyias in the last week or so -- thank you, lovelies! Unfortunately, running Girl Scout cookie season for our troop has melted my brain, so I haven’t really worked on any prompts or the AU. HOWEVER! I do have this WIP of Theron and Amareesa running off to rescue Sanna from an ambassadorial trip gone wrong, so have a paragraph or so from there:

“Are you ready?” 

The question, asked in a crisp Imperial accent, startled Reesie and she whipped around to find a man in uniform, hands clasped behind his back and posture impeccable. She reached for the dirk attached to her belt and froze as the man began to laugh. Her mouth dropped open in recognition.

“Dad?” she hissed and he grinned, spreading his arms wide.

“What do you think: do I pass muster?” His regular speech pattern was back, thank the stars.

She took a moment, inspecting his cover. The brimmed, military-style hat hid most of his implants and usually-spiky hair, though a small amount of salt-and-pepper peeked out at his temples. The jacket fit snugly across his shoulders, belted at the waist, and the starched collar of the shirt underneath seemed determined to strangle him. The boots were shiny and looked like they’d pinch his toes.

“It looks uncomfortable.”

It also looked nothing like what he normally wore and it was weird.

“Unfortunately,” he said, tugging at the collar with a grimace, “it is uncomfortable, but I’ll blend in.” He gestured to the pins on the front left panel of the jacket. “High enough rank to not be questioned at every corner, but not high enough to draw too much attention.”

Leaving open tags on this one -- feel free to share what you’ve got with the class!

[cookies-over-yonder]

Drawing Thing: Draw your favorite scene from one of the fics posted in the server?? Only if you want to of course!

this ask is from like 3 months ago but i actually did! from ur fic 🥺 everyone go read @reesiereads' "Distraction" i love it

THEY HOLD HAND in the dark because louie is scared 😭🥺❤️

this scene was so cute im 😭😭😭 i love it had to draw it yes (my other friend @ninja-go-to-therapy was the one who suggested that i could draw it and there was no way i was passing that up– ALSO GO WISH HER HAPPY BIRTHDAY)

[reesiereads]

I wrote it: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33546511

Some thoughts about TnT Duo in Pogtopia

(tw: mentions of ab*se)

Schlatt was abusive to Quackity, it's in canon, so unless you're making an au or are triggered by it, then it's an unavoidable and relevant parts of both of their arcs.

I have many thoughts of ways to work Tnt duo into this, mostly with Quackity confiding in Wilbur about things Schlatt would out him though (whether physical it emotional, that's up to your interpretation).

They would meet up, not at the boarder, that's too public, no they'd walk and find somewhere to hide away together, to talk, to not think about their struggles of daily life...much.

They'd been friends before the elections, and unspoken words have continued that, and as time passed, a weird element of what they could best describe as trust was built between them.

Quackity didn't say much at first, more a "y'know Schlatt yelled at me" when Wilbur asked why he was so low, but it soon became them talking, and talking a lot, and by the end of it, they shared a hug. Nothing more, just a hug, a genuine hug. It was nice.

Wilbur never used what Quackity said against the man, but it only made him angrier with Schlatt, and a sense, more determined to win the war.

Feel free to use as a fic prompt ^^^ :]

[grxvitye]

400 besties celebration!!blurb requests are open:>

hello!! requests for blurbs are back open! Just check my rules for request and who I write for<33

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**you can use these following prompts and/or send me scenes and I'll do the rest (these prompts are not mine they are owned by the tagged accounts that I labeled in there)

you can choose more than 3 prompts<3

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fluff prompts

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[reesiereads]

Do you ever get in a sad/depressive mood and u rlly just wanna read a hurt/comfort fic with these very specific characters going through the same things and there just isn’t any?

Anyways, ig I’m writing hurt/comfort fic when I feel alive again

[bukojuiice]

congratulations on 2.3k sweetie!! very deserving <3

for the event, an ideal date would be a late night drive while singing our hearts out and the chosen lover would be eren yeager!!

my name is reese but you can put reesie if you’d like! my pronouns are she/her, and my favorite colors right now would be sage green and like a cream color!! if i had an aesthetic, i would describe it as dark academia/victorian and cottagecore all wrapped up into one haha!!

what do i love about your writing? i love how minor details still had a bunch of depth to your stories!!

once again, congrats!! <3

- 🪞anon

hii reese! (omg your name is so cute aaaa <3) thank you for your request! i absolutely loved creating your playlist! just something about late night drives with eren? it just feels different. i hope you enjoy love! 💓

bukojuiice’s 2.3k event!

[reesiereads]

This year has been great for me writing wise. In December alone I wrote at least 40,000 words! I’m really proud of how well I’ve done this year despite the whole world kind of burning.

2020 Fic Writers BINGO

It is now December 31, 2020 in my timezone, so I made this.

Fanfic writers, how’d you do this year?

[lavender-lucifer]

How do you think the demon brothers and Diavolo would deal with knowing their s/o for a good year in the relationship and they’ve never heard s/o laugh once since they met s/o as strangers. But one day something just makes s/o absolutely lose it and they laugh, start crying while laughing, they were laughing for a solid 5 minutes straight and eventually they start coughing and then they have to take controlled deep breaths cuz they literally almost choked to death on laughing and forgetting To breath?

the way this is dead ass me LMAO. I also struggled on how I wanted to structure this so I hope this format is ok!

tags - fluff, gn!reader, crack 

wc: ~337

Wait...You Can Laugh???? Demon bros + dateables 

stares at you, completely perplexed. you've been together for a long time and he honestly forgot you could laugh. he doesn't laugh often so he doesn't expect you to. but when he hears it and sees tears running down your face his mind kind of goes "?!?!?" debates in his mind if he should help you or let you continue because this is the first time he's ever heard you laugh and it’s refreshing but you’re also crying and on the floor which is...a sight to say the least. "okay, how about you take some breathes, yes? humans need air." will also help you up after, re-adjusting your clothes and adds, "you should laugh more... it brightens up this place."

Lucifer, Beelzebub, Barbatos, Solomon 

bursts out laughing the second you do. how can he not? your laugh is contagious and he can't help but join you. you two are howling with laughter that fills the hallways. after a few moments you gulp down some air, stomach hurting as you cast a glance at him. he has somehow made his way onto the ground next to you and gets the last few chuckles out of him. he has a wide grin on his face that sends butterflies to your stomach. "I didn't know you could laugh. thought you hated fun or somethin", he says bringing his thumb up to wipe the stray tears from your cheeks with a soft touch. "shut up."

Mammon, Diavolo, Satan, Belphie

their heart simply cannot take it. this is it they think. you're just too much, curled up in a little ball on the floor like a little baby and they just can’t. and when he realizes you’re laughing, it’s a double attack on his heart. now he’s overwhelmed because you’re here losing your mind, laughing so hard you’ve now gone silent. it fills him with a warm and fuzzy feeling to be seeing you so happy, tears of laughter littering your lash line. when you’re laughing dies out and you start sniffling he feels his heart flutter. “I didn’t know you could laugh so hard. But be careful next time! You almost gave me a heart attack looking like that!”

Levi, Asmo, Simeon 

[ofblueflames]

𝗟𝗲𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿: a self para. pov: Reese. Inspired by this gifset., set in main verse with @pencilmoon

“They      say      it's      darkest      of      all      before      the      dawn.      I      wanna      be      myself.      Yeah,      I      gotta      be      myself.      And      now      that      your      weight's      come      off      my      shoulders,      I      realize      that      I      can      fly.      I      needed      to      find      me,      now      I      know      the      key      was      inside      of      me      all      along.”

Another      round      of      the      song,      he’s      practiced      it      way      longer      than      necessary.      Reese      Kim,      one      of      D:FI’s      ‘all-rounders’.      The      first      member      of      D:Fi      to      have      a      solo      career,      almost      three      years      into      their      career.      He      supposed      that      being      open      to      the      idea      helped,      though      D:FI      was      beyond      overworked      this      year.      Not      that      he’ll      ever      complain.      The      dancers      have      long      gone      home,      it’s      just      him      in      the      practice      room.      He’s      been      finishing      up      the      God’s      Menu      promotions      with      D:FI,      and      now      preparing      for      Back      Door      and      his      solo      debut      in      January.      It      helps      to      be      busy,      that’s      what      his      psychologist      had      said.      Write      down      everything      that      makes      sense.      

He      stares      at      himself      in      the      mirror.      There’s      some      part      of      him      he’s      searching      for.      He’s      still      looking      for      the      old      him.      The      six-foot-four      youngest      member      of      D:FI      has      been      looking      for      the      person      he      was      before      all      of      this      happened,      before      the      practice      rooms      were      drenched      in      blood      and      rumors.      Before      he      nearly      died      from      a      stab      wound.      Before      he      figured      out      he      was      a      sentinel.      Before      he      made      a      homicidal      being’s      head      explode      with      his      sentinel      energy      sword.      Before      all      of      it.      

In      the      mirror,      he      doesn’t      see      Reese.      He      doesn’t      see      the      boy      that      all      the      fans      knew      and      loved.      He’s      ‘the      fans’      sweet      candy,      Reesie!’      when      the      cameras      are      on.      The      fans      love      him,      they      shower      him      in      affirmation      and      his      members      sweetly      bother      him.      He      settles      on      the      floor,      cross      legged      as      he      looks      at      his      reflection.      

But      he      doesn’t      see      that      person      that      everyone      else      can      see.      Not      the      cute      boy      that      gets      all      the      love      and      attention.      The      person      he      sees      is      war      hardened,      coated      in      blood      and      brain      matter,      holding      a      sword      and      silver      eyes      flashing,      shoulders      holding      way      too      much.     

is            it            a            bad            thing      that            you            feel            like            a            different            person      now      ?            this            new            person      that            you            feel            like            you            are      …      do            you            like            him?            or            do            you            hate            him      ?

I      hate      him.      That      comes      simply      enough.      I      hate      him,      he      thinks.      Not      because      he’s      finally      gained      the      maturity      that      Illia      looks      his      direction      for      the      first      time.      It’s      not      because      he’s      taken      more      seriously      now,      that      he’s      respected      more      by      his      elders      for      what      he      did.      He      hates      the      way      a      part      of      him      died.      The      moment      that      he      slid      that      sword      between      Fenrir’s      eyes,      something      died.      He      can’t      put      a      finger      on      it,      but      he      closes      his      eyes      and      lets      his      body      fall      back      against      the      practice      room      floor.

 you’re      still            reesies            pieces.      an            older,            stronger      version            of            him.

He         didn’t         feel         like         it.         He         felt         stuck.         D:FI         is         the         only         home         he’s         ever         known,         and         yet         he         felt         like         a         stranger         in         his         own         home.         Rockets         still         trigger         him         into         panic         attacks,         along         with         the         smell         of         blood,         though         the         doctor         says         that         may         not         ever         go         away.         The         flashbacks         are         so         intense,         they         leave         him         curled         on         sofas         and         in         little         areas         of         broadcast         stations,         just         wanting         to         go         home.         And         while         most         days         while         writing         was         an         escape,         even         some         days         he         felt         burnt         out.

His         members         said         he         just         had         to         be         functional,         but         what         if         he         never         functioned         right         again?         He         could         pretend,         oh         he         could         really         pretend.         Up         until         the         lights         started         flashing         and         a         member         got         mad         at         one         little         thing,         and         then         he         lost         track.         He         almost         felt         like         it         was         only         a         matter         of         time         before         they         threw         him         out         of         D:FI.         And         he         didn’t         want         that,         but         Reese         felt         like         he         was         just         a         case         waiting         to         happen.         

He         blinked,         reaching         up         with         his         fingers         to         wipe         at         his         eyes.         He         hadn’t         even         known         he’d         been         crying.         He         hadn’t         cried         in         weeks,         he         realized.         He         hadn’t         cried         in         weeks.

[storyknitter]

20. things you said that i wasn’t meant to hear for your lovely Vassanna and Theron xD

This is ... tangentially Sanna/Theron fic, but I think you’ll forgive me. ;) It’s also a biiiit longer than minific, but again, I think you’ll let it slide.

— — — 

Odessen, 33-ish ATC

Vassanna shifted on the sofa with a sigh. Every joint in her body ached and, though she was exhausted, restful sleep danced just out of reach. She didn’t remember being in quite this much pain at the beginning when she was pregnant with Reesie, but—

“No need to start comparing the two before this little one is even born,” she told herself sternly, smothering the whine before it left her lips.

Rolling onto her side to face the back of the couch, she adjusted the pillow between her knees and closed her eyes. Perhaps some meditation would do; she was rapidly running out of quiet “alone time” while Theron and Amareesa did some quick shopping. She took one slow, deep breath, then a second, and then a third...

“Mama’s gonna be so ‘cited!”

The loud voice of her four-year-old startled Sanna out of the sleep she’d finally found as Theron hushed Reesie.

“Looks like Mama’s resting, sweetness. Let’s be a bit quieter, okay?”

“Okay!” Reesie answered in a stage whisper and Sanna found it difficult to keep the grin off her face. Thank goodness she wasn’t facing them! “Can we give her the new earrings now? They match her neckla—”

The rest of Amareesa’s words were muffled as Theron clapped a hand over her mouth. “Shhh,” he whispered gently. “They’re a surprise for her birthday this weekend, remember? And we don’t want to tell her before then, right?”

A muted “mmffmmm” from her daughter seemed to satisfy Theron. “All right. Let’s go upstairs and wrap this now.”

“Okay, Daddy! Can we give it to Mama at dinner? Puh-leeeze?”

Theron let out a snort. “This weekend, Reesie.”

A heavy, dramatic sigh followed them upstairs. “But the weekend’s so far away, Daddy.”

[cookies-over-yonder]

7.

The last dream is admittedly the weirdest.

The contents aren’t exactly scary, at least not like the others. He’s not watching one of his siblings die, or sitting alone and hearing his Mother curse him. But Louie finds the uncomfortable feeling he has after dreaming it is bad enough to warrant its mentioning.

It showed up recently, after the trial with Scrooge. He’s in the courtroom again, Doofus standing uncomfortably close to him as everybody stares. They never do anything, Louie isn’t sure why, and he never asks because he finds himself far too preoccupied with what Doofus is doing.

It’s nothing insane, just the same weird sniffing, licking, and weird touching that Doofus always does to him. Yet Louie finds himself even more disgusted then he usually is, maybe because he can’t move during the dream, or maybe because when he wakes up he thinks about that apology he gave to Doofus as if he was the only one who’d done something wrong.

His siblings are always there for him though, like they are after all his nightmares. Louie is so thankful for them, because even if his mind tortures him sometimes, at least his family is there for him.

OH MY GOD AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

EVERYONE GO FOLLOW MY FRIEND KNIFE WHO DID THIS ANGST SCAVENGER HUNT AHSKSJFB

(SEE THIS POST FOR CONTEXT JAHSJAHS)