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cloveroctobers · 1 year ago

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OCTOBER PROMPTS 🦇 — 10. Napoleon “Leo” Usher

A/N: where is the work for my man who’s gonna do it for me every time?! This series wasn’t my fav (better than the midnight club ofc! Argue amongst yourselves) but everything was executed very well! EAT THE RICH! Anyways I’ll probably do a re-watch at some point to appreciate it better. Look at me being back on my writing kick, someone bring me a treat and by treat I mean truffle fries. Alright this is kinda late and I usually never risk writing for any of Mike’s work but here I am. Hope this doesn’t flop but with the dust in this tag makes this very likely!! Okay ✌🏽

PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE & HERE + I’m using: A is afraid to get the Halloween decorations out of the attic or garage, fearing there’s bugs, which leaves B to do it. + Going to questionable lengths to decorate their house/apartment.

Synopsis: People can say a lot of things about Napoleon Usher but some may not be aware that he’s actually a homebody. However there’s a few places he doesn’t mind spending his time and that so happens to be at his best friend’s place, who also doesn’t mind actually putting him to work.

WARNINGS: Platonic x reader! language + dark themes/humor + mentions of s*ic*de + gender neutral friendly!

<- read my previous anthology prompt here.

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[6 weeks before the fall…]

Second guessing.

That happened to be something that was always jammed into Rudelle Povea’s head ever since they were young. Their parents taught them to be curious when things didn’t feel right in their gut and many times that resulted in phone calls home for being, “too disruptive to others in class,” which really meant too annoying for teachers who just wanted to teach without mountains of inquires coming from this kid to being, “too smart-mouthed and a know it all for me,” from their maternal grandmother who eventually gained guardianship over Rudelle.

If something’s been instilled in you for the longest, it can become a habit—whether good or bad is always up for debate. Sure at times it made Rudelle feel as if they were being a bit indecisive but they always looked at life as one big question mark. They didn’t have to just simply take it for what was thrown at them. If they were prompted to question it all, then in a sense they were persuaded to see everything from all angles before going through with a final thought.

Rudelle wasn’t incapable of making a decision, never think that but they always needed all of the facts before going forth. For instance: take the death of Rudelle’s parents when they were only twelve years old back in the United Kingdom. Rudelle’s grandmother was not only controlling and cruel but she was also a really good liar that kept up with the tale of how Rudelle’s parents died. As if Rudelle would never get older and do a deep dive considering the career they went into as a pathologist assistant before Rudelle got laid off.

How convenient that they seemed to be laid off the further along they got into the reports of their parents’ apparent murder-suicide. Lots of sealed off information and blocked out text was enough for Rudelle to come to terms with their family constantly hiding but what exactly?There were always more questions than answers but there was no doubt in Rudelle’s mind that their grandmother had something to do with this.

A crack sounded at the window, bringing Rudelle out of their lengthy daze, spotting a black crow flying from their sight yet again. Rudelle didn’t waste any time, pulling out their phone to make note of the arrival of the same crow and exact date when it provided more damage to their window in the living room. Sighing they got to their feet, phone still in their hand as they got closer to the window, inspecting the cracks that seemed to get bigger each time.

After the sixth ring the line picked up.

“Leo, you coming ‘round?”

“…what’s in it for me?”

“Good company.”

“Is that a underlying proposition for us finally hooking up?” He sounds wide-awake now.

Rudelle snorts, “Keep on dreaming, mate.”

Rudelle doesn’t wait for a response as they end the call, knowing that when they called each other it was rarely for a chat since they could just text and send voice notes to each other. If they called each other it was usually within good reason—although it was a fact that Rudelle Povea and Napoleon Usher lived slightly different lifestyles.

It was about half an hour later when Napoleon shows up to Rudelle’s apartment, barely appearing, almost as if he was struggling to hold himself upright against the door.

Rudelle snickers at the dark attire and their friend’s appearance, “I’m surprised you didn’t use your key this time, why the long face? Did I ruin the post party?”

Napoleon rolls his eyes as he shoves his way inside the familiar apartment. He’s kicking off his shoes in the foyer and heads to the right to dive face first into the beige couch.

Rudelle closed the door behind the man and heads to where he is and squats beside him, “So…”

“No! I don’t want to take your fucking quiz, let me sleep.”

“I wasn’t going to ask any more about your night because I can just tell how it went,” Rudelle responds before adding, “I actually saw that crow again—

Napoleon lifts his chin to glance towards the window and sighs, “Where’s the maintenance manager when you need them? You do have that here in this unpleasant building, yeah?”

“I don’t care about the window.”

He blinks hard at Rudelle, “well you should, love. There’s what? Three cracks now and if you don’t know, they can spread and who knows what else will get into this building once the window finally decides to give way?”

“Your concern is sweet.” Rudelle’s reply is sarcastic.

“Oh, shut up.”

“Buuut! This is the crow’s third time doing that and it’s got me thinking.” Rudelle plops down on the floor, eyes wide with curiosity.

“Let me guess? About you fantasizing about being Brandon Lee’s eternal lover.” Napoleon mumbles—as if he hasn’t heard this before.

Rudelle’s been going on about this crow for a few weeks now and, “the Crow,” (1994) happened to be one of their favorite movies. The thing about Rudelle is that they always tried to find meaning and symbolism for everything. They honestly should have went into literature. Napoleon may have half-lidded eyes right now but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t ever listening. He’s known Rudelle for years, before Roderick came around and molded him into a Usher. They’ve always had a hunch for something and Rudelle wasn’t wrong about Napoleon’s father so who’s to say they would be wrong about this crow?

“No Leo…this time I’m thinking about decorating.”

Napoleon sighs as a smile appears on his face then, “I knew this day would come! There’s not much to work with but I’ve been saying this flat needs a makeover. It just doesn’t fit for you, you know? You’ve got personality and yet this still looks like a staged showing when we first toured this dreadful place. It’s boring and sort of stale—much like Tamerlane’s home now that I’ve come to think of it.”

“Whoa there, I don’t have nearly enough mirrors for us to match.”

“Funny,” Napoleon smirks a bit at the jab since that’s what it was. It’s not like he would ever blame his siblings for the way they all turned out and carried themselves, they had their father to thank for that but that also didn’t mean they were really loving towards each other either. They didn’t know what that felt like either and although Napoleon had his mother in his life, they drifted the moment she sent him here to meet Roderick at eighteen. The Usher siblings gave each other shit right to each others faces and behind each other’s backs.

Rudelle’s been around since before Napoleon gained the title of “being a usher,” so she’s seen it all and only threw in jabs to get a reaction from Napoleon. They knew to tread lightly, not out of fear but they still knew their lane and left that open for Leo to completely bash—if need be. However that still wasn’t in his nature to bash any of his half-siblings, he still saw something in them that they all shared…the torment conditions of being a usher maybe?

Believe it or not, he’s got some feelings about the mere thought of having siblings although they had their issues…there was still some level of respect beneath it all. This was just who they were, take it or leave it.

The world would most likely leave it.

Yes he was closer? If you want to use that term—to Camille and Perry but he was the one who wasn’t afraid to stand on how fucked this family is and always would be while the rest chose to shield that to the public eye.

“Which space are you thinking of first? This living room should be it since it’s the second focal point of this flat. And please don’t tell me you’re going for wallpaper? This is not the bloody 1920’s.” Napoleon spoke, resting his cheek against the back of his hand.

Rudelle shook their head, “I’m not really talking about renovations Leo. The crow’s got me thinking about Halloween decorations…which are down in the basement.”

Leo sits up instead and opens his mouth ready to respond until something catches his eyes on the coffee table. He leans over to snatch the files up, already sensing what they were before his eyes briefly scanned over them. “Ru! You’re investigating again?!”

“Well yes but this has nothing to do with my desire to be festive this time around.”

“I can’t say I believe that,” Leo shakes his head in disapproval, “this is the same shit that got you laid off from a decent pay—for your standards and now look! You’ve gone and decided to be some sort of archivist?”

“They actually haven’t called me back about that interview so…”

“And why do you think that is?”

“My nan’s got just enough pull as daddy Roderick and Auntie Madeline?”

Leo rubs at his beard in frustration, “for fucks sake I almost threw up in my mouth just then. I told you before not to refer to Roderick as that!” He glared at Rudelle who is definitely amused, knowing that irritates him then continued on, “…That could be almost true since your nan gives shady vibes too but you can’t keep doing this.”

“Why not? I’ve got nothing else better to do.” Rudelle shrugs confused before stating, “Just your unemployed friend on a Tuesday that’s keeping busy and trying to not ride on their savings.”

Leo raised his brow, “you think cracking the case on your parents’ death is somehow gonna give you income? That’s like wishing on a lucky star babe. There’s a reason you haven’t got anywhere with this and it’s been months, yeah?!”

“They were framed for a murder they probably didn’t commit which led to their deaths…if I can fix this then I can sue this shit system for if not all it’s worth then…I’ll take half.”

The determination was clear in Leo’s best friend’s eyes. They didn’t see that it was sounding a bit deranged but they had their own facts as well and if they strongly believed this then who was Leo to stomp on it? Leo didn’t know how it felt to not have two parents around but he did know how it felt to have a emotionally sad mother raising him. His mum was kind hearted to Rudelle back when they all lived in Redbridge and it certainly wasn’t out of pity, she was kind to anyone who shared the same decency to her son.

See, Napoleon’s mum is also very observant. She knew from the moment that Napoleon and Rudelle became friends (aged fourteen) that they would be able to keep each other afloat.

They were the pieces of good—more so Rudelle on the surface—that battled the bad the world laid upon them.

“Alright then…” Napoleon trailed off glancing upwards in thought, “in the mean time, you suppose decorating for Halloween will bring you clarity?”

Rudelle shrugs, “maybe. This could be a breakthrough.”

A breakthrough to just accept the job Napoleon’s been offering them since they settled into this city back when Rudelle was twenty-one. Leo’s been into gaming since he can remember, always wanted the latest games that his mother couldn’t afford at the time just to end up with it later on mercilessly. Not really—Roderick made it his job to buy his way in and taking care of Leo financially from a distance.

Yet when those eighteen years arrived and he actually met the mysterious man who tried to buy—definitely not his love—but rather his place as a Usher…Napoleon thought he was getting a chance to build a relationship with a man he didn’t know very well…but instead he was one of the shiny pieces in Roderick’s game.

Rudelle had dreams of being a geologist until she was in custody of their grandmother. They always had that woman in their ear growing up, dictating what they should be instead of what they wanted. All kids have dreams and aspirations but along the way there’s often detours. Those detours happen to be people who only saw greed and Rudelle chose what she thought would be the better option. To do it all on her own instead of being beneath her grandmother’s claws and Leo was still affiliated business wise or not no matter what choice he made.

They were both similar in that way.

Making their own choices, thinking it would work out in their favor.

“Fuck it, let’s do it.”

“Great,” Rudelle grinned ready to get to their feet, “I’ll grab the keys for the basement and you can head down. It’s seventy-four which is in the path of almost like a S shape.”

Leo frowns as Rudelle begins to move around the apartment in search of the keys, “wait…you’re not sending me down there alone are you?”

“Yes I am.” Rudelle went through the cabinets of their white kitchen, “there’s bugs down there. I can’t—I won’t. I can still feel those ant bites from last year just speaking on it.” They trail off in thought, scratching at their collarbone, “Which is why I kept most of my decorations shoved in closets up here.”

Leo frowns, “you sure you weren’t on shrooms?”

“Oh piss off! I still got the bills to prove it.”

“So you want me? This glorious piece of ass to be a early feast for some critters? Do you hate me? Do we suddenly have a problem that I’m unaware of?”

“You just said you’re going to participate in my breakthrough? Aren’t we mates?”

“Mates don’t set up mates!”

Rudelle pretends to think about it, which earns them a shove from Leo while Rudelle laughs in return latching onto some keys that were tossed into a drawer.

“Fine, if you wanna hold hands just say that.”

“Are you really going to hold my hand? A taken man?”

Rudelle was tempted to throw in a, ‘Glad you remember that you actually have a boyfriend this time around, considering how many times I’ve caught you in cheating acts.’

But they refrained…only because they had this idea to get their hands on the decorations and didn’t want to do it alone. Sure Rudelle maybe grasping at straws but that holiday changed the trajectory of everything losing their parents on that Halloween night. If you believe in the supernatural…maybe just maybe they could communicate with them in some way.

“Only if you’re afraid of the dark.”

“It’s not of the dark, rather what’s in it.”

“Don’t you worry buttercup, I’ve thought of it all.” Rudelle’s patting Leo’s cheek who furrows his brows as they disappear again around their home.

Leo exhales deeply, “if you did then why am I being dragged into this?!”

“Because you’re my best friend and you can’t help but to love me back.”

“I guess…”

“What?!” Rudelle calls from somewhere in the apartment.

“I said I must confess! You know like queen Britney once said.”

“Uh huh.” Rudelle appears back in front of Leo who started peeking through their fridge.

He clasps a tatted hand to his chest, “I forgot that you’re so light on your feet, should have been a astronaut.”

“Not a chance, I think you’d miss me too much,” Rudelle winks and begins to model out the accessories they gathered for the both of them on their sudden adventure.

Leo thinks about it, taking a bite out of the cold veggie pizza and shrugs, “eh you’re probably right.”

There was no denying that Leo classified Rudelle as his only and legitimate friend who didn’t care about his nepotism. Don’t think they didn’t argue over money when his ignorance got the best of him in the beginning but it didn’t become a thing until it became a thing from time to time.

The basement in Rudelle’s building always smelled of moth balls, fresh dirt, cigarette smoke, and wet air. It wasn’t the best thing to inhale but with the city that they lived in it wasn’t anything foreign. The deeper the pair traveled through the bottom of the building, the colder it felt; even with the friends standing side by side.

Leo whispers to his left, “you look like you’re not batting on a full wicket.” Referring to Rudelle’s attire of a full hooded wetsuit, sunglasses, and a KN95 mask.

“Sounds like you’re jealous and wouldn’t be able to pull off this fit.”

“Even if I wanted to,” Leo starts doing that irritated blinking he so commonly does, “which trust me I don’t—I’d like for my balls to breathe so that’ll be a negative on the jealously part. You however still are giving very much nutbag.”

Rudelle bows, “thank you, thank you. A true star is going to war.”

“Star? Let’s not go that far with that outfit you’re wearing.”

“You should really talk to your therapist about your haterism,” Rudelle bumps Leo’s shoulder, “ready?”

“Not really,” Leo comments, “what are the sunnies for?”

“The jumping spiders.”

“The what?!” Leo stops in his tracks, “you never said a thing about that. I thought we only had to worry about the ants. Spiders are much worse than ants!”

Rudelle shushes the man from beneath their mask, “can’t turn away now, we’re not far from the decor.”

Leo is muttering away as Rudelle begins to drag the brooding man along, “you have me smelling like a old man who has back spasms on a daily with this lavender and eucalyptus oil. You better be lucky that I like you.”

“Oh what ever would I do if a usher despised little ol’ me?” Rudelle pouts beneath their mask.

“More like, what would you do without me?” Leo mentioned as they traveled the s path to the storage room.

You know that eerie feeling you have when it feels like someone is watching you from the corner of a room or standing over you as you sleep? It’s one of the reasons why Rudelle sleeps with the covers completely over their face. It’s also one of the reasons why Leo was more of a side sleeper than any other position—unless he was up to something else that is. That same feeling was creeping up the nape of Leo’s neck although his hoodie was tightened to his head.

As the friends take what feels like slow steps closer to the storage, there’s a tapping feeling that falls upon Leo’s right shoulder. It’s instant that he whips his head to his left to where Rudelle once stood but they’re actually up ahead, unlocking the first gates to the storage room.

“Did you feel that?” Leo calls out, while looking behind him at the path in which they came.

The creaking of the gate is followed before Rudelle says anything, “depends what was felt.”

Leo isn’t sure if he likes that response, “what do you mean?”

“I’m not the only tenant that doesn’t like coming down here.” Rudelle says, “come on then, don’t be afraid.”

“I’d actually feel quite better if I had my Mjölnir.”

“You’ve got me, babe?” Rudelle grins over at Leo who snorts as he cautiously approaches them.

Leo stands at the entrance of the gate while Rudelle is already inside, “is that supposed to be comforting?”

“Sonny and Cher think so.” Rudelle winks over at Leo who shakes his head at that.

“Cute but not really my style of music.”

“Don’t I know it Mr. Hangs out at cracked out pubs for fun.”

“Definitely not my kinda party either.” Leo steps inside the gate while Rudelle searches for their storage, trying to recollect which side it was actually on.

Rudelle let’s out a cackle at that. They remembered a time when a tattoo-less glasses wearing Leo was afraid to try a spliff back in the day and now look at him, the main party man out of the duo.

Leo let’s put a whistle as he walks down the aisle of gated storages that seemed to be collecting dust on top of their piled up items. “This isn’t so bad although most of you may have a hoarding problem.”

With those words lingering in the air, the main gate behind them seems to slam shut behind them making both Rudelle and Leo’s heads turn back to the entrance.

“Don’t tell me—

Rudelle shakes their head in disapproval, “I told you to use the brick to keep it open!”

“When did you say that?!” Leo exasperates, hands thrown up in the air.

“Back when you said someone tapped on your shoulder.”

Leo rests his clasped hands on top of his hood as he gulped, “I—I never told you that.”

“Yes you did.”

“No! No I didn’t, Ru!” Leo felt unsettled, “I only asked if you felt it but never elaborated to what it was.”

Rudelle hums at this.

They could have sworn they heard Leo explaining that to them? There were reasons why the tenants on Sycapine hardly ever came this far down in the building. Things that couldn’t be explained, much like what the two best friends were experiencing. Leo would later brush this off not bothering to connect what he encountered with Ru as similar incidents his own family would face but way more extreme.

“Well…might as well stay awhile. We got nothing else better to do, since you just locked us in.” Rudelle unlocks their storage section, holding eye contact with a very annoyed Leo.

Leo points, “I didn’t do anything! You thought you could suddenly telepathically tell me shit for real this time?!”

It wouldn’t be Rudelle’s first time.

“You’re the one who said someone tapped on your shoulder, so clearly you’re the one who failed at telepathy.”

Leo felt his eye twitch, “I knew I should have stayed home.”

“Whatever,” Rudelle says kicking a box towards the dark haired man, “pop a squat buddy, you’re not going anywhere.”

Leo kicks back at the box and rushes over to the gate to rattle against it, thinking that would apparently get it to unlock. Slipping their hand against the padlock, he couldn’t angle his wrist just right to pad any numbers in and the extra stab was seeing a brick right across the gate, almost mocking Leo with bright green eyes while the hallway went black for a good two seconds, demanding that Leo witness the disturbing image.

The after effects of a party never had Leo like this before.

There’s another touch but it’s a pinch this time that sends him snatching his hand back through the gaps in the gate. Holding onto his skin he examines it to see that there’s no damage only tricks playing on his mind?

He glances back at Rudelle who comes back out shoving a heavy box out of their storage.

Leo finds a spot on the lighter box Rudelle previously kicked his way, keeping quiet until they come back with yet another box to sit across from Leo. He tilts his gaze sideways to read the text, “HALLOWEEN,” on the brown box.

“You owe me big time for this.”

Rudelle dips their head, “cross my heart—

“Don’t finish that sentence!” Leo shushes his friend while peering around, “never made any sense to me anyway. Who the fuck hopes to die?!”

“Relax babes, the yelling.” Rudelle curls a finger against their ear.

“Sorry are my frustrations bothering you?”

“No but you acting like a dickhead is.”

“How are you being so calm about this?”

“Normally I wouldn’t be but things are happening too much for this to be a coincidence so I’m looking at this as another perspective. This all could be my parents’ doing. Thus! The breakthrough.” Rudelle taps on their temple.

“If you say breakthrough one more time,” Leo warns, “you’re good at second guessing yourself and believing whatever your brain tells you to but has it occurred to you that this could all be the devil?”

Rudelle says, “and here I thought you weren’t religious.”

“I didn’t put a label on anything, it’s not really my thing but one thing I know is evil. And what I feel down here is not necessarily kind. Are you sure you wanna fuck with that more with these decorations?” Leo leaned his elbows into his knees.

Rudelle sighs, “can you definitely say that? And not just blame it on anxiety?”

“Would you say the same with the crows? I mean that is the whole reason why we’re down here.”

Rudelle is silent at this for awhile and Leo can see the wheels turning but he’s not the most patient.

“I’m convinced it’s something else.” Rudelle exhales, “I know this building better since I did the research before moving in.”

“Do I wanna know that history?”

Rudelle lightly shakes their head, “I’ll keep it to myself…otherwise you might burst a blood vessel and I feel better having you focused rather than pissed.”

“fucking hell! I don’t like it when you keep secrets.”

“I know!” Rudelle yells back, “but this is an itch that I can finally scratch and I just need the support.”

Leo rubbed at his face, digging the palms into his tired eyes. He understood, of course he understood, he just didn’t exactly enjoy things that go bump in the night.

Never did but being the kind of friend that he is, he would get his point across—even if you didn’t like it but still find a way to be what you needed.

“Fine,” Leo holds out his hand which Rudelle smiled at before quickly tapping the back of their hands together before moving into a smoking motion, pointer and thumb pressed together as they pressed a kiss there before pulling away to exhale the bad into the air, “one love.”

“Always.”

Leo’s smile quickly vanished, “Just know…”

“Ah, here we go.”

“I’ll fucking haunt you if I go first.”

“Way to ruin the moment, Leon.” Rudelle rolls their eyes, “there’s answers in here somewhere.”

Leo feels he’s holding his breath as Rudelle begins to reach for the flaps of the brown box. He’s not sure what could be so off-putting by Halloween decorations and if these would be the usual kind? He personally wasn’t the biggest fan of Halloween as he didn’t enjoy being spooked since that tended to make things difficult for him.

‘Yes there are…but are they the answers they want?’ A feminine voice belonging to the entity named Vera, who hasn’t fully introduced themselves yet speaks above the long time friend’s heads but she doesn’t show herself.

She lingers in the shadows for now but she’s never far. So she watches on as the box becomes open, four flaps folded back as Rudelle takes a large inhale, peeking at Leo who holds their stare.

Unbeknownst to them, the gate behind Leo quietly unlocks and leaves the door ajar.

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Continue along with my fall anthology prompts here.

#queued #tfothou #tfothou netflix #the fall of the house of usher #Netflix #rahul kohli #rahul kohli x reader #Napoleon usher #Napoleon usher x reader #leo usher #Leo usher x reader #fall prompts #Spotify

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delphi-dreamin · 2 years ago

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MerMay 3 - DeLuci

"Welcome home, little mer," he practically purrs, crowding her against the rocks. Everything about the shark mer screams danger, from his pointed teeth to his whip-like tail. Maybe that's why her heart races when his fingers slide along her jaw, or why heat blooms in her belly when he presses her further back against the rough stone wall.

He's so much bigger than she is, and his predatory grin makes her think he might eat her. Delphi swallows thickly.

"I'm not afraid of you," she mutters, spreading her fingers against the rocks.

His dark chuckle sends a jolt of electricity through her. "Of course you aren't."

I've been working on this thing for three days now and I think I'm finally satisfied with it! I started writing a fic to go along with my drawings, but idk if that'll ever get posted. The basic premise is that they're all in an aquarium and Delphi is the newest addition. This is her first time meeting Lucifer.

Delphi's mer form is based on a Lineatus fairy wrasse and Lucifer's is based on a thresher shark (in his signature red and black of course!)

Taglist: @sassykattery @bite-sized-devil @sparkbeast20 @kyungjoon-do @attic-club-sandwich

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mermay #mc!delphi #Delphi draws

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princess-of-the-corner · 1 year ago

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Toontown: Corporate Clash Recap: The Estate

Let me start by listing off the friend request rejections generic Cogs will make, as you requested:

“[Cog] says, "We’re just not meant to be, Toon.”

“[Cog] says, "I’ll bring it up in the next meeting.”

“[Cog] says, "I’d rather volunteer to visit the chop shop.”

“[Cog] stares blankly at you: "No.”

“[Cog] says, "We both know there are no good intentions here, Toon.”

“[Cog] looks at you, mumbles some Cog-like words, and resumes its activities.

”[Cog] says, “Get some real friends, Toon.”

“[Cog] says, "Hand over your gags and laff and we have a deal.”

“[Cog] says, "I’m not looking for anything more serious than what we already have.”

“[Cog] said yes! …Not really though, unfortunately…”

“[Cog] points to their watch, saying, "I don’t have time for this nonsense.”

Additionally, I forgot to mention that Cogs have visual indicators for how much health they have separate from the battle interface. Their badge that starts out depicting their department symbol (Bar Graph for Sellbots, Dollar Sign for Cashbots, Gavel for Lawbots, Tie for Bossbots, and a “Stonks Arrow” I can’t remember the actual name of for the Boardbots) turns into a light that indicates how much HP a Cog has left. Green is healthy, yellow is injured, orange is very injured, red is critical condition, and flashing red is almost destroyed. There are two other light colors specific to certain boss encounters.

Also, I forgot to mention this: If you leave a Club you’re the owner of, ownership automatically transfers to the next highest ranked, most senior member, so the only way to disband a Club is to leave when you’re the only member. Club names, much like Toon names, don’t have to be unique.

But now, for the Estate.

Your Toon’s Estate can be accessed at any point via the “Go Home” button or using the /home command in your chatbox.

Every account has an Estate attached to it, and each estate has 6 houses (1 for every Toon you can make). The houses are color coded to the Pick a Toon panels. There are Ice Cream Bars that restore 2 Laff when picked up, but Toons don’t passively regain HP.

You can visit another Toon’s Estate if they’re on your friends list, or one of your friends is visiting their friend’s Estate, since you can TP to them via the “Go to” button on their Profile.

Estates have mailboxes in front of them, when you have an item in the mail, the flag will be up. You can delete items in your mailbox, but there’s really no point to it.

Your Toon’s house is customizable. When in your house, the attic button is available, allowing you to move furniture from the attic and onto your house to display them.

There are two special furniture items: An old-timey telephone (as in, REALLY old timey. Think like the EARLIEST phone model, where you had to hold those bell-looking things up to your mouth and ear to use them). The other is your Jellybean bank, looking like one of those candy dispenser machines with the glass bowl on top, with a decorative piggy bank pig being placed on top of the “lid”.

If you collect any Jellybeans while your jar is full, they’ll spill over into your Jellybean Bank. If any Jellybeans spill over into your bank when IT is full, they’re lost. As such, you’ll want to go and purchase larger Jellybean Banks every now and again to make sure you’re not losing Jellybeans.

To do this, you can use the “Cattlelog” (formerly known as “Clarabelle’s Cattlelog” back in the Disney’s Toontown Online days. Yes, it’s spelled like that because it’s SUPPOSED to be a pun, but since Clarabelle was removed to avoid invoking Disney’s wrath, and the change-logs call it the “Catalog”, I’m guessing they just never got around to correcting the in-game spelling), to order an upgrade to your Jellybean Bank. The bigger Bank will automatically replace the one in your house when you remove it from your Mailbox, with all of your Beans from the old one getting poured into the new one.

The largest Jellybean Bank can hold 100,000 Beans.

You can also order new chat phrases, clothing, accessories, furniture, window views, wallpapers, carpets, posters, and other decorative items.

The Cattlelog has two categories: “New” and “Backorder”.

“New” items hold newly available items in your Cattlelog and Seasonal Items, while “Backorder” holds select Estate Items, Emotions, and Jellybean Banks from previous issues.

Backorder items are more expensive than new items.

You receive a new Cattlelog Issue whenever you log in at least week after you received your last issue. It CAN arrive partway through a play session, but it’s designed this way so you don’t have to worry about “missing” an issue.

There are 7 series, each one with 13 issues, with the exception of Series 5, which only has 5 issues. After Series 7 Issue 13, the game cycles back to Series 1 Issue 1.

You get Achievements for purchasing 1 item from the Cattlelog, purchasing 10 items from the Cattlelog, purchasing 50 items from the Cattlelog, and purchasing 100 items from the Cattlelog.

Also, each Estate has a Fishing Pond and Picnic Tables, meaning you can play Picnic Games (same as the Minigame Area Picnic Games) and go fishing here. However, you CANNOT make groups in your Estate (not even PRIVATE Groups, for some reason), so you’ll have to invite your friends over via whisper if you want go fishing or play Picnic Games with them. The Estate pond has special fish species that CAN’T be found anywhere else in Toontown.

Also, you an swim in the river that goes through your estate AND in your fishing pond, as it is one of the few bodies fo water in the game that are deep enough for you to swim in.

And I believe that’s everything that can be said about Estates. What’d you like to hear about next?

Trolley Games

Minigame Area

Estate

Fishing

Cogs and Buildings

Social Activity

G.U.M.B.A.L.L. Machine

Toon Levels

Oh I love the wordplay. ‘Cattlelog’.

Hm. Let’s roll with levels next!

#submission

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professormingisglasses · 10 months ago

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ateezfantasyau! (more to be revealed in the next post hehe)

TW: Nothing I can think of

A/N: I'M BACKKK (ok well not exactly). I have the most important exams of my life coming up soon, but anyways thought I should actually write the ff that I've been teasing for ages. Here's the first chapter babes, gimme your thoughts. I will slow put out the rest of the chapters, but the first few will for sure come out sooner than later. I will also slowly add some lore posts that will help y'all keep track with the world building and give little hints hehe

FINALLY...

Who could be the Demon King I wonder... 😏

CHAPTER ONE

I idle around the bar counter, taking quick glimpses back toward the dance floor. The DJ, surprisingly, knows how to intertwine both the club-hits and the sensual songs in a rhythmic trance. The seating areas were made of huddles of couches line the wall to maximise space for dancing. Which are also surprisingly clean and seemingly un-sticky. Crowds shift between the plush seating to the dance floor. The purple-neons lights glimmer in between the dancing bodies, the pulse of the room is frantic. Ironically, in comparison of the calm that sweeps the bar counter.

I grumble while taking a sip of my cocktail, “What the fuck is in this drink?”

The bartender that was loitering around hands me a napkin, and flashes me a suspiciously bright smile. His odd stripe of silver hair and rather prominent neck tattoos, are strangely out of place with the rest of the staff.

“But not bad for a beginner,” I offer a smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes. He pauses as he dries the glasses and looks up, his piercing gaze follows my eyes. “That obvious huh,” he tilts his head, raising an eyebrow. “Unless there is something else that you believe can suffice,’’ I carefully slide my glass across the counter along with a bag of Lunari. He raises both eyebrows this time, a smirk spreads slowly across his face and he peeks into the bags. “This suffices,” he comments as he pockets the bag in his waistcoat. “But I’m afraid, the price you must pay will be much larger,” he states ominously.

Do they think I was the cause of the body in the attic, if it wasn’t them, then this is much bigger than we think it is. I need his help to get to the bottom of this.

I finally catch the name tag plastered on the front of the bartender, SAN. From his gelled black and silver hair, to his picture-perfect physique; it made sense that he sent out his General to deal with me. But I have to admit, I didn’t clock him as a coward sending his best soldier as an errand-boy. San guided me past a dark hallway and up dim-lit stairs. San didn’t talk much, that wasn’t his style. He was known to be a man of few words, he minced words as he did with his opponents. “Try not to talk to any of the patrons, it will save you the trouble of joining them,” he warned while opening the door to the drinking section of DARC+AUL.

He is careful to make sure I do not see a single peek of the things that go on in between each burgundy booth. Gracefully guiding me between the dazed patrons, we reach a dark hallway with rows of antique lamps. An melancholic mist coats the hallway and all of the lamps extinguish themselves one by one leaving a singular lamp lit at the end.

“Is there a fog machine or?” I turn to pick on the dear general. “You’ll find what you are looking at the end of the hall,” he quickly shuts me down. San excuses himself with a knowing smirk, and disappears off into the darkness of the hallway.

I quickly make my way down the hallway, sweeping past many doors and lamps to finally reach the last door. The mist creeps up my spine causing a cold sweat to stick to the back of my neck.

How could I possibly explain this situation to anyone?

I pause before I open the door, the intricate designs of the doorknob dig into my palm as I tighten my grip.

No, I have to do this. If I don’t then a war that could destroy this very world will erupt. We cannot afford another war like that. He’s felt the pain of war, he has to understand right?

I push the antique gold knob to enter the room where my audience with the Demon King will take place.

By Celeste, this man better be sane and not some middle-aged fossil creep.

#ateez fanfic #ateez #ateez scenarios #ateez fantasy au #professormingisglasses #choi san #atz san #BLOODMAIDEN🫀

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patriciavetinari · 1 year ago

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☕️theatre? You've had interesting opinions on the couple of plays you've mentioned...

Big topic!!

Btw, I signed up for another round of drama 'classes', so very relevant.

I love theater, been introduced to it as a child and I think it really should be a bigger part of children's education, way more widespread. I want drama clubs to be as essential for any schools libraries (arts general to be funded better as well). Schools should cooperate with local theaters and get children to see plays several times a year etc, starting from puppetry and up to weird, experimental stuff.

Community theaters should also be funded and where there aren't any comrades should come together and start one. Honestly, this is not me trying to elevate theater as the most important art form or something, it's not better or worse than others, but it is essentially an opportunity for all ages to play pretend and involve their whole body in silliness and healthy tomfoolery. That's aside from the power of storytelling and outreach and shakespeare in prisons and all of that highly important yada yada, we all know and love that. We should do more of it. To be honest, I don't really get the snarky comments about theater kids (though people who focus heavily on european theatre and DO try to elevate it as supreme art form etc of course are at risk of letting their discrimination sully their art, you know).

And I firmly believe that there should be theaters for all occasions and all expectations of what genre of even it is – like with restaurants, sometimes you want a fancy meal and sometimes you want street food. Theater should 100% be versatile and accessible, it should include much more ethnic and body diversity and I think age/gender/race-blind castings are a great idea as long as everyone involved is not making 'guy in a dress' type of joke underneath.

The plays I've seen recently were Translations – a very popular play in Ireland, and a Ukrainian production was an interesting twist on it. I think I have a post on it somewhere in this attic of my blog.

The more recent one I saw just last month was And Then There None – I wrote a post but it was a rambling mess and I deleted it. I like the story (am aware of the racist original name and Christie's general issues with racism and orientalism) but also Christie truly killed the story when she rewrote it as a play with a happy ending. It becomes a vaguely thiller-esque comedy basically, and early films based on it treat it exactly this way. They play I saw didn't do that, but I feel like the play is still not the best medium for this particular story, it was rushed and the descent into paranoid madness feels very artificial. Actors were okay, it was the packed itinerary of deaths that was rushing them along. They made a couple of characters gay, and idk, it was fine, but also comedied them down. I don't know how I feel about this. It could have been better. Stage design was good. Also I'm heavily biased about this piece because the best production so far that I've seen has been a ussr 2-part movie that hits every point and is evisceratingly good, so it's hard to top. I have more feelings about the book itself but I should get a separate ask to ramble about that.

#send me a ☕️ with a topic and I'll ramble about it #ask #tea asks #theatre

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lowkeyclueless5137 · 2 years ago

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The Extravagant Sea Club II

Back at it again! The part 2 of the 2nd Palace... :3

Now let's see what we will have in here.

What we will cover:

-Exploring more the Palace

-Some time in the city

-Uncovering more of the Floyd mistery

-A round of chess

Now without further ado! Onto the exploration!

Another Friday meant a new tutoring session in between Riddle and Jade.

And this time, Riddle had all means to ask if Jade asked for these sessions just so he could keep an eye on him. Jade had no other option than to confirm that indeed, he did that only for that motive.

So they switched from studying to discussing, all at a game of chess that they found in the attic.

Their problem at hand was what exactly did Floyd hide from them. If even Jade didn't have an idea what was going on, it meant that it was most likely that Akira and Haru were in the blind as well.

Jade admits that Morgana was the only being that was with Floyd the most time. Riddle did reveal that Morgana was a metaverse being, which meant it was normal for the ones who passed through the metaverse to hear him talk instead of meows.

Their problem was now: how could they get Morgana if he was with Floyd almost all day?

Jade seemed to have an idea, so they called in the group to discuss. Of course, after Riddle beat him up at the game.

Sure, they could ask Haru or Akira, but Jade revealed that actually Morgana had an appointment at the vet next week. He just had to switch with Floyd to bring Morgana to the vet and there it was their little window of time for interrogation.

For now, Rook could keep the closest eye on Floyd, as he was a Kosei student.

They also set up codenames for Jade and Rook:

-Amore for Rook, as he himself self proclaimed the 'Hunter of love'.

-Siren for Jade, as he was named the 'dream boy' of Shujin.

So the day was marked off with another Palace investigation.

In the palace, now Jade's persona was revealed to be a tracker, keeping tabs on any and all persons in the aera. With this, Jade's persona needed a map in order to give out instructions regarding their positions.

So passing by 2 more clubs, they found themselves halfway through the palace, at a bigger building, which wasn't a club.

It was the security building, akin to some kind of museum.

There were different rooms, with files that had photos of students in certain poses. In these files it was their name and what they were 'working as', which was also their 'best subject' in real life. Notable were jobs like: main dancer/barman in the [...] club/bar or entertainer/guests. They also had a description and a history of their 'employment'.

The ones who were entertainers/guests were the ones who didn't bring to the school any trophy or good results, as Amore noted. This security building apparently was a way of tracking records of the students, to see if they are worth something.

An interesting file, as both Siren and Amore noted, was one of a 'barman': Azul Ashengrotto. In his file it was mentioned a suspected 'tax evasion attempt' along with the possibility of him 'stealing from the bar income'. It meant that this Azul was on a thin line.

And then they stumbled upon 'security' section. In this section, most students were coming off wealthy families or families who had ties around. Siren recognised a few of them as being students which Floyd picked a fight with. He actually remembered that once he found Floyd in a beat-up with one of them on a subject the twin didn't share at all.

The next eye catching section was 'fired/criminal records'.

And in there, files were found of students. Previous graduates or current students, all with different charges. All of them were written at the bottom either 'gradurated' or 'expelled'.

And a more hefty file, was one which was written 'Floyd Leech'.

Siren had the honor of opening it and reading through it. In this one, Floyd was 'charged' multiple times for violence against the bodyguards, getting away the performers from their show time, disturbing the peace and many more. But also in his file it was mentioned the fact that he was a 'valuable employee', which covered for all the charges.

Currently, Floyd's file specified that he was 'on board'.

For the day, this was all they could get.

Back at Leblanc, the group did talk with Futaba about how this palace seems more complicated than before. Futaba does mention that if only she could summon her persona, she could map it out for them. But alas, she accepted it and by now everything was fine.

A tad bit later, it seemed like 4 persons came in. A man, with his young nephew, who opened the door first for. Haru, who came with Floyd and Morgana. Although the man himself just ordered the regular and occupied a spot as his nephew ran around a bit.

Meanwhile, Haru had a very Grimm expression, Floyd looking down like a kicked puppy. At this, Futaba did prepare the orders, before telling the kids to stay here, while the 2 women take it to the attic.

Vil is the one who breaks the silence and asks what's with Floyd hiding his face like that. Floyd responds that it isn't their business and doesn't even look at them. But Jade is the one who jerks Floyd to look at him, making all of the group to gasp.

Floyd had a black right eye and on his bottom lip was bleeding a bit.

Floyd seemed very annoyed and brushed Jade off when he asked what happened. Jade was keeping his composed self, but it was clear that his worry would crack him up.

They get cut off by the little child that was looking at them, wanting to pet Morgana. The regular at the table told his nephew to leave them alone. And a tad bit later, because of the chatter, the regular left the money on the table, telling to Ortho that his mom can keep the change, before leaving.

Now alone, Jade again pursued Floyd. Riddle got in between and said that first maybe they should see if he had other wounds that would need to be treated.

So despite their insistences, Riddle had Ortho and Deuce fetch him what he needed as he treated Floyd in the bathroom, the others 'waiting with Morgana'.

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"It stings!" Floyd hissed in pain as he yanked his hand off Riddle's hold, but he was unsuccessful, as the redhead had a more powerful grip on it. "Well it would hurt less if you would stop moving around and whining." He replied, quite annoyed. "Where did you even manage to cut yourself?!" The redhead grumbled.

"None of ya business... You will tell Jade anyway..." Floyd grumbled.

"And what if I don't?" Riddle asked, gently putting a plaster over the cut, making sure to cover it in one go. "What if I don't tell your brother anything you tell me in here? I can easily say you only whined about the wound cleaning... Which you did..." "Because it's stingy!" "I was just water at first!" "Still!" Riddle rolled his eyes.

"Maybe this is why your brother wants to find out... You whine about everything!" Riddle accused. "I whine?! Ya don't know shit about me!" "I do not need to know a lot about you to know you're a pain to deal with! Now stay still!" Riddle tried to grab at the other's face, but Floyd pulled out. "Ah hell nah! Not again!" "Your lip is bleeding! At least let me clean it so you won't risk an infection!" Riddle protested. "Who even cares?! That fucker broke it last month too and nothing happened!"

Riddle stopped at that. "You were beaten up last month too?" "who do you take me for? A pussy? I would beat those son of bitches every week. Not my fault they manage to land a few punches as well..." Floyd grumbled. Riddle just exhaled as he washed his hands at the sink.

"Maybe you should try to stay out of fights... Maybe your family is worried about it." "I will be alright... It's not like I can control people from picking up a fight." "But you can control yourself from going into the fights." Riddle argued. It was a small silence.

"It's not that simple goldfishie... Some fights just need to be done... Maybe not for my sake... And you would never understand that one..."

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After that, both of them leaved it at that. Floyd let Riddle to at least clean his lip wound and both leaved it at that. Out of the bathroom, none said anything and only passed the sounds from the bathroom as just 'Floyd being dramatic and Riddle adding fuel to the fire'.

But someone heard them still. Someone with a very delicate hearing.

When they exited the bathroom, everyone failed to see that Ortho was next to the door. And so, he kept it silent until at night, when he and Riddle had a sleep over.

Ortho did ask why Riddle didn't tell the others what really went down in there. Even after the twins left or in the group chat.

Riddle did nag Ortho for prying into the conversation, but added that he said he won't tell anyone. And even if the promise was on one side, Riddle would honor it as those were the rules of a promise.

Ortho also filled Riddle on what Morgana told them. Apparently Floyd got in a fight with the son of the principal, Fuyuhiko Suguru over the topic of Mikan Takahashi, a 2nd year who appearently was mute and deaf. Morgana revealed that Floyd always got physical with Fuyuhiko, no matter how much he tried to ignore it. That guy kept on pressing his buttons over the topic of some girls Floyd hangs out with being 'pathetic'. Morgana said that there are times when Floyd has to leave him along his bag at the lockers, that being the time when Morgana cannot grasp anything about what Floyd might do, but it's in those moments that apparently Floyd switches his moods or would come back very furios, to the point of slamming the locker shut so loud other students would run out of his way.

So with the palace representing the father's perspective of the school, it could only add that the son was most likely hand in hand with him.

And Floyd was a thorn in their side.

The next day, the group gathered up at Kosei, so far what they gathered was enough to raise suspicions about the principal, not just to incriminate him. So they needed to catch him in the act. With Morgana giving them the lead of Fuyuhiko being a 2nd year, the group were assured that he would get out the same time as Floyd. Only Riddle and Jade got out earlier, so they both decided to go together and wait for Floyd, with the excuse of 'Planning to move the tutoring session'.

But as they were waiting, Jade got a call from a classmate, so he had to answer it. That's when Riddle noticed someone going behind the school.

It was one of those girls. And she seemed to be hurried, messaging someone.

Curiosity got the best of Riddle as he left Jade to see what was going on. The girl notices him, telling Riddle to go and call for some help, but the redhead payed no mind as he peeked in.

A fight broke out in there. In between Floyd and some other dudes, one of them armed.

And Riddle stepped in, demanding for them to stop it, otherwise he will inform not the principal, but the police.

That's when everything goes south.

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"would you look at that! The little prick thinks he can play the hero... Whatcha say, Floyd? Eh? Ya know this one?" one of the boys, a quite smartly dressed one, said. "It doesn't matter! You were ganging up on him!" Riddle insisted loud and clear. Floyd tho, grunted.

"I... Don't know this guy... Scram already! You aren't even from this school..." The taller breathed.

"I won't go away until you leave him alone! You!" Riddle pointed towards the girl. "m-me?!" "Get the officer from across the street... NOW!" "YES!" the girl automatically responded, running away.

"Let's scram-" one of the boys whispered to who Riddle presumed was their leader, but he was interrupted. "no..." they mused, punching Floyd in the stomach as he made the boy to topple on his feet. "Let's take care of this little goodie two shoes firs-" Riddle instinctively made a step backwards.

THUD!

Floyd wiped the corner of his mouth after he spit on the ground. He punched the guy square in the face, before kicking off the other 2 who were took by surprise. Grabbing Riddle by the arm, Floyd headed with the redhead out of the aera. "I told you to scram!" He grunted. "well it's a good thing I don't listen to you!" "Well you should!"

Riddle felt as he was grabbed by the collar. Floyd grabbed him. "listen here, goldfish... I don't give a flying fuck about your prissy rules. So go back to Shujin and don't mingle in other people's business." He threatened.

"what is the meaning of this?!" a voice said.

Looking at the one who called, it was a quite gruff man, a bit chubby with the hairline quite receding. Before them, the 3 guys layed down and dramatically whined. Floyd immediately let go of Riddle. "It isn't what it looks like!" The redhead protested.

But the man showed a smug smile. "Oh but it is what it looks like. I was so lucky to bump into Mrs Owari on my way out..." The man mused. At this, Floyd clenched his teeth. "What did you do to her, you son of a-" He charged, but Riddle grabbed him by the arm. "stop it!" he demanded.

"Yes, Leech... Stop it... Otherwise we would have to add more onto the list of problems you make. What would your mother say when I will call her about it?" The man taunted. Floyd clenched his fists, but ultimately he opened them, leaving his arms to hand around his body. The man seemed to come closer.

SLAP!

Floyd received a slap onto his face, making him to turn his head in response. "Let go of the poor boy, you monster... If only you weren't a 'gifted child', you would have ended up on the streets, with your poor mother unable to do anything! When will you stop picking up on students?" the man nagged, but Floyd whispered something. "What was that?"

"I will stop fighting when you will stop trying to get students in your pants..."

"whatcha said about my dad?" one of the guys rose up, like the others, getting close to Floyd, but behind the man so that Floyd wouldn't be able to reach him. The other was ready to reply when he felt a tug on his arm.

Looking behind, Riddle was tugging onto his sleeve. "Come with me..." He demanded in a whisper. Floyd looked in between the redhead and the group, before gritting his teeth and turning towards Riddle. "I'm not in the mood anymore... I'm going home..." He grumbled.

"Good... Then maybe tell your mother I expected her to drop by my office for a chat about your behaviour..."

Riddle noticed how Floyd was again clenching his fists tightly, so he tugged again on his sleeve. "Don't get close to him, boy. You're too pretty and innocent and he might harm you..." The principal said with a way too sweet smile as he forcefully grabbed Riddle's arm, the redhead trying to protest against it. "I am fine on my own!" He tried to protest, but the. An gad none of it. "Nonsense... I promise I won't be harsh on you..." He mused. This seemed to trigger Floyd, as he charged forward.

And pruncdhed the principal in the face. "Get your hands off him, you dirty son of a bitch!" He yelled, yanking Riddle free from the other's grip. "Thanks..." Riddle gasped silently.

"Go on, Fuyuhiko... Show the poor boy around. He must've gotten lost and stumbled upon this scene... Trusting Floyd with such matters would just beg for a disaster." the man mused, before leaving first with a groan, as the boys seemed to be in better spirits, 2 of them cracking their knuckles. "With pleasure, sir..." the one Riddle assumed was Fuyuhiko, said as they approached the 2.

"Go... I can deal with them..." Floyd mused. "stop playing the martyr act and run, you idiot!" Riddle demanded as he dragged the other into a sprint, the other 3 took aback by the sudden fleeing method.

All while that, Riddle pulled out his phone. He had to get Jade to know where they were.

"the metanav! We can't escape those by simply running up the streets!" a voice was heard. "Morgana! Shush!" Floyd demanded. "You have a cat in your bag?!" Riddle tried to act surprised. "Not the time! Run!" Floyd demanded as he was hearing the other guys after them.

"do you trust me?" "At this point? Absolutely not..." "Good enough..." the redhead mused as he tapped onto his phone.

Making a harsh turn, luckily none of them fell down as they headed behind a building. "You can't hide! That's a dead en-" the 3 boys made the turn as well on the alley.

But there was no one in there.

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(Explanation format yay! :3)

After that, the 3 debate if they probabily had them make a turn a bit more earlier/later and they mistook it.

Meanwhile, Floyd found himself in the Extravagant Sea Club, with Rose and Mona. Imagine that scene with Iugene and Rapunzel, but make it Floyd and Rose:

Floyd: D:

Rose: Don't scream!

Floyd: *strangled noises*

But on the real side, Floyd was in awe that they were on the sea, on a bigass floating city. Or more like a floating club.

Yeah, he still lost his shit when he realised Morgana was that cat creature that got out of his bag. U-U

Rose explains that they cannot stay too much in one place, so he nudged Floyd to come with him to a safe room. In there, Mona could use a healing spell on the 2, assuring at least that both were in great condition, in case shadows get in their way.

And with all the explanations, what Floyd concluded was the next: This is how the principal of Kosei views his school and it's students.

And it made Floyd even more mad than before.

Instead of freaking out/getting angry at first like the rest did, Floyd demanded to know if there is a way he can change this cognitive world. Mona and Rose did tell him that they are working on it and that he shouldn't get involved in such thing, as it was way too dangerous.

But Floyd had none of it. He wanted to make the principal pay for it with his own hand.

Mona said that they could explore this palace a bit more if he doubles as a protection for Floyd. Despite the taller's protests that he did not need protection, it was already decided.

And so they passed a bit more from the half of the palace, reaching into the next club, which seemed to be extremely lavish and luxurious. Too much if you asked Rose.

And it just so happened for a show to commence.

Before any of them could say anything, Mona declared that they should stay in the public and pretend to be guests as to not attract too much suspicion. It was a big stage in there, and behind it, a throne on which a cognitive principal stood. Rose recognised it as being the man from before, but with the pinkish skin and the yellow eyes, it wasn't a professional looking imagine.

And that's when the gigantic bar glass from the changing rooms was brought forward.

And along with it, someone else came in. Someone that Floyd knew all too well.

~~~~(Tw for blood)~~~~

"Mikan..." Floyd whispered, eyes as big as plates as he looked at the girl that stepped on the stage.

Long black hair tied in a neat ponytail, fairly pale skin as the girl in question wore some sparkly heels and a bathing suit that was bedazzled with colorful glitter.

Rose only looked at the boy, much like Mona. "Mikan is his friend... They are very close..." The cat like being noted, seeing how Floyd made his way towards the front row. No one seemed to mind him as all the eyes were on the girl that started her performance alongside the glass prop.

But Floyd was silent as well. He knew shouting or calling will do nothing. She didn't even look in his way, so Floyd could do nothing about it.

The performance felt way too long and gruesome for Floyd, who in response, clenched his fist and punched the stage wall. The sound seemed to perk the attention of the palace ruler as he looked down towards Floyd.

"Well well well... If it isn't the little troublemaker..." The man smiled as he rose from his throne, grabbing Mikan close to him, the girl lovingly accepting the hold as it was hugging the man. "What brings you here I wonder? Maybe... Beg for forgiveness?" The man mused with a wicked smile, Floyd only threw him a glare.

"Today I am in a very good mood..." He poked his fingers and immediately bodyguards were summoned and holded down Rose and Mona. Floyd turned towards them in surprise, only to get a punch in his face, making him to fall on the ground and groan.

"Should I execute this scum, sir?" A tall boy dressed in all black, with a 'security chief' badge on, said. "Fuyuhiko, you bitch..." Floyd grumbled. "I still want to give him a chance... He looks... Promising..." The man mused.

"If not... Maybe his mother will be down for a round? She looks more promising than him... Much like his buddies... Alas, why they stay near a scum like him is a mistery..."

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Floyd immediately shot up, punching the shadow in the face. "You dare lay a finger on my norther or my buddies... And you are dead!" He threatened, but his threat fell on deaf ears as the cognitive Fuyuhiko holded him by the nape and shocked him with an taser.

"Oh and why is that? Everyone wants to be on my good side... Not my fault they go an extra mile and offer me something in return... Your little adorable friend, Mikan, could've said anything to stop it and I would have listened..." the man smiled wickedly.

"She is mute! You just take advantage of her! The other girls too!" Floyd weakly struggled. "Sir, let me exterminate him... He's getting way too annoying." the cognitive Fuyuhiko scratched his ear bored. "Do as you will... He's proven way too many times that he's useless..."

Are you going to let yourself be defeated? After all those times of fighting?

Floyd let out an inhuman scream of pain, struggling more against the grip of the shadow, kicking and moving as if he would suffocate if not. "Kill him!" The palace ruler roared, before turning on his heel and leaving the room.

Give me a motive on why I should help you?

"I will make them pay..." Floyd breathed out, using his elbow to hit the shadow in the jaw and free himself. "I WILL MAKE YOU PAY, YA HEARD ME, FUNE SUGURU?!" He screamed.

Revenge... It is enough for me...

Mona freed himself and Rose out of the other's grip as Rose grabbed the cat like being and used one of his personas to clear off the room. Meanwhile, Floyd seemed to grip on something that was on his face, moving around and screaming like a mad man.

It wasn't a scream of pain, rather one of amusement and pleasure.

I am thou... Thou art I... The sea will be your sword and shield... And the list for bloodshed will be your power...

"COME AT ME!" Floyd yanked his head backwards with a lunatic laugh, dropping off his mask on the ground. Blood dripped of his flesh ripped face, tickling as it trailed down his neck and hands. Floyd only looked bored at the cognitive Fuyuhiko that called for back-up, the blood finally igniting in an explosion that threw everyone, weather allies or enemies, into the walls of the room.

"I am not in the mood for chat..." Floyd didn't even spare a glance at his new attire or at the fact that behind him a ghost of a long merman under the form of a pirate ship was floating, the chains around it rattling loudly.

"So stay still so I could kill you quick..."

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Oh Floyd was on for a bloodshed. Even cognitive Fuyuhiko had to turn into his shadowy self so he could charge forward, but Floyd had none of it, charging forward and battling it weapon to weapon. His weapon of choice were the ribbon tied knives, which gave him both a long and short range, much like a very dangerous yo-yo.

In the mist of the battle, a masked guard kinda tried to save themselves and run to get even more back up, in order to outnumber the boys.

That's when a 4th figure leaped from the shadows, landed gracefully behind that guard and yanked off their mask, with the infamous 'Show me your true self'.

Joker is back, baby! :3

And as the battle was over, Floyd seemed to bearly stay in his feet. He used way too much energy on the battle and his emotions got the best of him.

Thankfully his dad his here to pick the kids to a safe room. :D

In the safe room, the group got to rest a bit and Joker/Akira, decided to have a heart to heart with his son.

Floyd did break down finally, admitting that the principal was harassing the students, so Floyd had none of it and stepped in between, which led to a silent war in between him and the principal. Students who were way too scared of the principal started to hang out with him, as they were his main targets. And Floyd tried to do his utter best, but he couldn't always protect them.

Mikan tho, was the one Floyd made an active effort to befriend. He learned sign language to make it easier for her to understand him. Mikan was excellent at lip reading, but even so, Floyd tried to make an effort, because she was truly nice to him and stood up to him in his first year against Fuyuhiko. Floyd even has a sign name that Mikan gave to him, which meant mostly 'Silly eel'.

And Floyd felt like shit to know that he could've done much more about it, but didn't do anything in the end. He felt ashamed to even tell his family that he got in trouble almost every day because of it.

And Joker reassures, saying that he only wanted to protect those in need. It was Nostalgic, bringing Joker to how he got on probation and how that story ended. In the end, if he didn't punch that mf that night, he wouldn't have meet his friends, he wouldn't have discovered the metaverse and he wouldn't have met Floyd and Jade's mom.

So they have a fluffy chat and a hug, before going back to the real world. :3

Now to light up the mood, Akira tells Floyd that as long as Mrs Kurusu doesn't find out, they could take the liberty to steal sum shit and vandalise the palace just a tiny bit. :3

Unfortunately for them, Haru immediately found them and heard their plan. And she was NOT happy about it.

Riddle gets off scout free, cuz he was called by Ortho to come to LeBlanc. :'3

The next day, both twins join the group at Leblanc along Morgana. Floyd and Jade filled them up that now, Floyd was risking expulsion because he punched the principal when he tried to get Riddle.

Their new deadline: By the end of the month, when Haru confirmed her schedule was free enough so she can pay a visit and address the situation.

It took a wild back and forth, but in the end, Floyd got assigned (skeptically) a codename: Knight. Rook dramatically said that it fits because of the way Floyd protects the innocents, as if he goes by an oath. Floyd brushed him off cuz 'why tf is this dude here?'.

Now they had a deadline and more than half of the palace explored. :3

Unfortunately, the other part was a high security one, which seemed to take more than the others.

And this is where we put the small stop for now... :3

And yay! Floyd joins in! :3c

Actually I would absolutely go more in depth with his backstory, since it only paints the principal in even more of a bad light... Probably it's a few of the actual backstories that aren't that deep, but they hit you where it hurts.

Until next time! Buh bye! :D

#twisted wonderland #p5 x twst #We like a feral boi #Also sum angst #It's just there

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thelastdaysofanalogue · 2 years ago

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25.01.04 - Jesse James at Mister Smiths, Bournemouth

This was an important show for a few reasons. Until this point I’d only been to gigs in big venues (or in one case, the attic of our school’s historic manor house building). This was my first ‘local’ show, in a local venue, put on by a local promoter, with local supports, for local people.

My friends and I had got into Jesse James off the back of being avid Less Than Jake fans, and as an extension of that, the Golf Records roster (Golf had made LTJ albums more widely available in the UK). There was some heavier stuff on Golf Records' series of CD compilations Another Round Of Golf and then there was the stuff that we liked, the fast paced, brassy ska punk.

We got to the venue ridiculously early. I think it was pre 4pm, doors weren’t until 8. We were the first and only people queuing. We saw all the bands arrive and load their gear up that lethally steep staircase.

A particularly cringeworthy memory from this afternoon in the cold is handing members of Jesse James small milk cartons we’d taken from Burger King. We were thrilled when guitarist Rich Warren graciously accepted the milk and said “Mmmm thanks! Great for my bones!”.

Finally getting inside the box of a room that was Smiths (RIP) was like being admitted to a members only club. We’d arrived. We skanked, we stage dived, I got up on stage during Jesse James’ set and sang along with the "woah-oh-ohs". It was all as if we’d discovered a secret pocket universe full of everything we loved and we could finally play a bigger part in it.

#Jesse James #Golf Records #ska punk #punk rock #gig flyer

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cameliawrites · 2 years ago

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5 times Inej sneaks into Kaz’s bed + 1 time she doesn’t

Most of the time, Kaz does not doubt that buying out Inej’s indenture was a good investment—but damn it, she’s making him think twice about whether or not it was worth it tonight.

“Didn’t I tell you they were going to take a bigger move tonight? Didn’t I tell you to stay hidden?”

At least Inej is wise enough not to answer the questions he throws at her, sharper than the knives that adorn her body.

He’s currently digging around the cabinet near his wash basin for a second roll of linen bandages, his bad leg aching fiercely as he kneels on the wooden floor of the attic to rummage. As if he didn’t have enough on his plate this week with the Liddies pinching customers from the Crow Club—they’d been staging fights outside the door to scare off potential patrons, which only ever devolved into real fights with the Dregs’ bruisers and disrupted the players already at the tables. Now, they were bold enough to try to get the drop on his spider within Dregs territory.

Of course, he’d trained Inej well enough that they hadn’t fully succeeded, but still—their near hit had unleashed some kind of hot fury deep in his chest tonight. It was an irrational anger he could not fully account for except to think that he had warned Inej multiple times this week, had told her to remain on her guard tonight as she traversed the Barrel on his behalf.

And instead, she is sitting uncomfortably on the edge of his bed, wrapping the first roll of linen he’d thrown at her around her torso to cover the bleeding cut on her back, bearing Kaz’s verbal tirade with pursed lips and stony silence.

And that was another thing he’d already corrected her on a hundred times, wasn’t it?

“You were guarding your left arm, weren’t you?” he accuses, seething once more as he deduces how this fight must have unfolded. “Answer me,” he barks, and Inej finally eyes him directly. He notes the fiery glint in her eyes that warns him she won’t tolerate him commanding her like a watchdog more than once.

He doesn’t plan to try it a second time—but sourly, he thinks a watchdog would have been much easier to train than the Wraith.

“What would be the point? Clearly, you’ve already reached your conclusion.” Her tone isn’t quite as cutting as it normally would be when she and Kaz go toe-to-toe, her eyes blinking heavily with exhaustion. Some treacherous part of his mind is almost disappointed she doesn’t try to challenge him, but he quashes that thought almost immediately. Foolish.

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Continue reading this one-shot here on ao3.

#indulging my desire for more kanej with the 'literal sleeping together' ao3 tag #I've been buried in law school-related work for the past month but here's some kanej fluff hot off the press #camelia writes #my fics #fic: softly sleeping #kanej #kaz x inej #six of crows #six of crows fanfic #soc headcanon #crooked kingdom #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #grishaverse #fanfiction

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Further Adventurers of Raccoon!MC

Since the attic now belongs to raccoon!mc they've built a wonderful nest up there. It has the softest blankets and pillows - which they stole from Diavolo's castle. Honestly Diavolo has also been stolen a couple of times from the castle. Though is it really kidnapping if he leaves willingly? It's so nice that raccoon!mc isn't scared of him and treats him like a normal person. He might be the only demon in devildom that actually knows how to find raccoon!mc at any given moment.

He's never going to share the secret of how with anyone - he enjoys the chaos too much. Devildom's never been more livelier. Speaking of chaos neither Barbatos nor Lucifer know that mc has acquired credit card from Diavolo. He just wanted to see what they'd do with it.

They bought a grappling hook gun. Now they can break directly into his room from the outside.

To the horror of everyone Raccoon!MC has challenged Cerebus for dominance. No one knows what actually happened and they were fairly certain mc might be dead (to Belphie's horror and concern) until they reappeared riding Cerebus like this Princess Monoko and MC's San on Moro.

MC did discover that Devildom does have the hellish equivalent to raccoons. They have been befriended and may understand mc on an instinctual level.

Belphie did not discover the really comfortable attic nest until he went looking for his missing pillow. How it got stolen he doesn't know but he did find it. Eventually. In the attic. Did he sleep that night in the nest? Yes. Raccoon!MC may have acquired a nest parasite. Maybe he can weasel his way into their good graces after attempting to kill them.

Did he discover the stolen treasures that are kept in the attic? No - he was too focus on the marshmallow dream that is Diavolo's bedding.

Mammon is trying to figure out who the master thief in Devildom is that he's getting blamed for. Maybe they could show him some tips?

RAD has a Raccoon!MC appreciation club - mostly it's just pictures that people share of various weird shenanigans and situations they've seen the human in. It might also count as a cult.

Is Raccoon!MC related to Lilith? No but her ghost did take one look at this human and decided that yes this garbage will do. It's exactly what her family needs to learn to live again.

Speaking of learning to live Levi has gotten MC to play MMOs/RPGs with him a couple of times. They always play healer but not that anime healer stereotype. It's the sadistic salty mmo healer. Does Levi still have at least 1hp? He'll live.

Simeon has thought about taking Raccoon!MC to the Celestial Realm to meet Michael but he isn't sure how it would go. Either they might get literally kicked out of heaven - kind of bad. Or Michael keeps them. He doesn't want to know what the brothers (Belphie, Satan) would do if Michael keeps their human. He's also pretty sure Diavolo would want them back.

Solomon would teach raccoon!mc exactly enough magic to actually cast it but not enough to be responsible with it. Honestly he just wants to see what they get up to with spellcraft and raccoon brain.

Asmo would be horrified to find out that raccoon!mc has a bigger following on devilgram than him. It's not even a real account - someone just made one that posts cryptid-like photos of the human out in the wild.

Diavolo follows it. Belphie follows it but denies that he does when asked.

One time Raccoon!MC stumbled into the castle's kitchen and found Barbatos corned on the countertop. By a rat. Anyone else might have laughed then probably helped me. Did mc laugh? No - this rat was challenging their rightful place as castle menace/trash panda. If the rat knows what's good for it, it won't be back.

Does Raccoon!MC know they are being courted/perused by multiple demons? Probably not - demon courtships are already weird enough for a normal human. This raccoon!mc - while they accept the weird gifts demons give them they have no idea what this actually means.

Dear god I was laughing like a moron the whole time I was reading this. Anyways...

The Attic Nest (tm) also contains various pillows and blankets from all around the House of Lamentation (and possibly Purgatory hall). Literally no one knows how mc got any of this, but they're too afraid to ask at this point. Dia is also very (most likely platonically) in love with raccoon!mc and is now their best friend/number one fan. He's constantly trying to sneak mc into the castle for sleepovers, but Barbs and Luci refuse to let it happen since the Devildom itself could collapse at any given moment if that were to happen. Plus, mc might try and steal some valuables because they look shiny.

Along with the grappling hook, they'll also just impulse buy whatever looks cool in the moment. Most of the stuff they buy is a complete scam, but they don't care. Did they spend almost 10,000 grim before anyone noticed? Yes. Does anyone know how? No.

Cerberus and mc are now best friends, and mc can often be found chilling out with Cerberus. To some, it may even seem like they can communicate with each other depending on how you look at it. Mc has also befriended many local demon raccoons and has started a clan. They will also take the raccoons inside the house which makes the brothers freak out. Beel may have tried to eat one as well, but no one really remembers most of that day.

Belphie has taken over The Attic Nest (tm) and mc now has to fight for dominance. This battle could go either way, but eventually they'll just compromise and share. Unless mc is feeling especially feral, in which case Belphie stands no chance. Mc also steals blankets from him the most because they're the softest. It's gotten to the point that Belphie can no longer nap comfortably because all of his blankets are gone and mc refuses to give them back without a fight.

Mammon wants to team up with raccoon!mc so badly, but he's also terrified of them. He also wishes mc would stop being a little thief so that Lucifer will stop punishing him for nothing. Mammon's all fine with taking the blame for stuff usually, but even he can't take this much.

Dia, Satan, and Mephisto run mc's fan club. They fight everyday over who gets to be president and no one has yet to win. Belphie si also in the club but chooses to stay out of the arguments cause he's a lazy bastard. Meetings are held once a week and they basically consist of everyone competing to see who took the best/weirdest photo of mc that week. Winner takes all of the photos everyone took in the past week for themself.

Lilith is screaming at the fact that this trash bastard is her only option, but she's learning to live with it. Does she like it? No, but she's trying her best.

Levi is suffering on main with raccoon!mc. He wants to be their friend, but they keep messing up his stats and basically destroying all of his game progress any chance they get. The amounts of times Levi has has to stop himself from throwing mc into a wall is more than he'd care to admit.

Simeon is a secret agent of chaos and really wants to take mc to see Michael. The only thing stopping him is the wrath of barbs and Luci. Actually, scratch that. Simeon isn't scared of Lucifer at all. He's just scared of Barbs. And he also doesn't want the mc fan club to come after him if Michael kidnaps mc for himself.

Mc with magic is everyone's worst nightmare. No one is safe. Pedestrians now fear for their life. Several demons have already been severely injured. Purge sirens can be heard in the background. Solomon and Dia are cackling as fire breaks out across town. Mc is digging through a burning dumpster. Lucifer is ready to unalive himself.

Asmo would get pissed off, but then try to leech off of mc. He'll take tons of pics with mc, but they all turn out really bad/unusable. Like, they'll be blurry or mc is partially cut off. Just your average cryptid shit.

Along with Dia and Belphie, Satan, Mephisto, and Solomon also follow mc's page. All five contribute many photos. So far Belphie holds the record for submitting the most photos but denies it very hard.

Raccoon!mc would either befriend the kitchen rats they find, or battle them to the death. With the first option, mc somehow finds a way to keep the rats out and no one knows how. WIth the second option, the entire kitchen will be covered in blood, both rat and human. It takes days to clean, mc is sent to the hospital, rat corpses litter the floor. Barbs is now scarred for life and refuses to go anywhere near the kitchen.

Mc has never experienced romance once in their life. The thought of someone being romantically into them is a completely foreign concept. No one expected this hurdle in their courtship plans, and it's now a battle to see who can get mc to understand basic attraction first. Not a single contestant has come close to succeeding.

#raccoon!mc is an oblivious mess #but we love them anyways #also someone please save mammon #and barbatos #and lucifer #and everyone really

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heliads · 4 years ago

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Breaking Promises

When Julie has to suddenly drop out of a Julie and the Phantoms performance, the role of lead singer falls to her best friend Y/N, as she’s the only other person who can make the boys visible to the world. When Y/N seems betrayed by this, it falls to Luke to figure out why the girl he’s been crushing on seems so hurt.

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Luke is bent over his guitar, fingers mindlessly strumming the strings. He’s supposed to be tuning the instrument, he knows that, but every time he tries to set himself up for some small task he can’t help but start trying to figure out another song. It’s like he can find music in everything, and sometimes, the call to come up with another few chord variations is too hard to ignore. Especially now, when he should have finished tuning his guitar ten minutes ago.

Well, it’s not like he has a whole lot to do anyway. The different members of Julie and the Phantoms (minus Julie herself) are strewn about the studio. Reggie is lying on a couch, staring up at the ceiling. Alex, for some reason, is trying to figure out if he can walk all the way around the room without his feet touching the floor once. His gaze is laser-sharp as he focuses, arms held out for balance as he carefully steps from ottoman to couch cushion.

Luke frowns over at him, attention finally broken from the guitar. “You know, walking on the rug does still count as having your feet touch the ground.” Alex holds up a warning finger. “Actually, the rules are that you can’t touch the floor itself. The rug is not the ground, so I’m fine.” Another voice rings out from across the room. “That’s a lie and you know it. Rugs have never been safe.” Alex folds his arms over his chest. “I’ve been playing The Floor is Lava for decades longer than you, Y/N, so I think I’d know.”

Y/N, however, is undaunted by this. “You can’t pull the age thing on me if you’re wrong. The lava would soak through any rug. It’s an obvious fact.” Alex makes a face at her. “I’m still right about this. Luke, back me up.” Luke shakes his head, unable to hide a grin. “Sorry, Alex. Y/N’s right. Rugs are totally out of bounds.” Alex shoots him a sour look. “Somehow I’m not surprised that you’d pick her side.” Luke’s mouth falls open as Reggie bursts out in laughter. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Y/N’s smiling now as well. “It means that he’s still jealous that we’re right. Pay it no attention.” She turns back towards the notebook in her hands, leaving Alex with the opportunity to look meaningfully between her and Luke. Luke shoots him a glare, which just makes Alex’s grin even broader. Sometimes, Luke wishes he wasn’t in a band with such idiots.

Luke’s irritation begins to fade away when he looks back at Y/N. Her hand is strewn across her lap as she studies her scrawled chemistry notes, fingers tapping out a rhythm on the go. It’s strange- Y/N seems like the perfect person for music. She always knows the beat to a song, and she seems to walk, talk, and breathe melodies just like Luke. Even now, when she’s focusing on her homework, she’s still coming up with drum beats on the fly. It’s astonishing.

Yet every time Luke asks Y/N about music, she always changes the subject. It’s never interested her, she claims, or she has always left that to Julie and Flynn, her two best friends. Those excuses don’t make sense, though- Luke’s been to Y/N’s house before and she’s got piles of sheet music stacked up in the corners, and dusty instrument cases hidden in the attic. Y/N has definitely had a history in music, Luke just can’t figure out why she’s hiding it.

Music isn’t the only mystery lingering around Y/N L/N. She isn’t a ghost, yet she can still see Luke, Alex, and Reggie as if they were all lifers. Luke remembers when they first met- Y/N had been Julie’s best friend, and so she had been inevitably dragged over to the studio to hear the boys perform and prove that Julie wasn’t crazy, just like what happened to Flynn. Unlike Flynn, however, Y/N’s eyes had caught on the boys from the second she walked through the door, even before they had started playing music.

She had greeted them with no problem, and then her easygoing smile had started to fade when she saw the looks of utter confusion on Luke and his friends. A wave of troubled realization crested over her eyes when Julie explained that they were ghosts, as if she knew exactly why she could suddenly see them. Julie had been confused as well, and then she had turned to Y/N with a look of thunderstruck understanding.

“You can see them because of-” Her voice had cut off and Y/N had nodded quietly. “Yes.” The girls hadn’t said anything more, but Luke can still see the silent sadness that wrapped around both Y/N and Julie before they hurriedly changed conversations. They were clearly hiding something, but Luke doesn’t know what it could possibly be. They haven’t brought it up again, and they seem keen on hiding any possible reasons as to why Y/N has no problems seeing ghosts.

After a couple of minutes, Julie bursts through the door of the studio, out of breath from running to them. She stands in the doorway for a second, looking distinctly panicked. “You guys remember the gig we have planned in a couple of days?” Luke nods, along with the rest of his band. How could he not? It’s a fairly big show, at a premier jazz club. It’s no Orpheum, but it’ll give them some excellent street cred that the band could use to get even bigger.

Julie closes the studio doors behind her, and walks over to the assembled band. “We have a problem.” Y/N’s forehead creases, and she starts to rise out of her chair. “Here, I’ll let you guys talk this over in private.” Yet Julie shakes her head, gesturing for Y/N to sit back down. “Actually, I’m afraid you have to be here for this.” Y/N sits back down, looking troubled. Luke can’t blame her- Julie’s gaze keeps flickering over to her friend with a distinctly guilty expression.

Julie steeples her fingers in front of her. “Something came up with my family and I can’t make it to the show. I know the performance is a big deal, but I can’t miss this thing with my family. The only problem is that the jazz club has a strict policy on band cancellations, and we’ve already missed the window for backing out. We have to perform, but there’s no way I can make it in time.” Luke’s gaze falls. How are they supposed to play if they don’t have Julie? Without her, nobody will be able to see them.

Julie squares her shoulders, as if readying herself for a hardship. “We have to have someone performing with the boys so they can be seen and the club won’t think we’re backing out on them. I’m sorry, Y/N, but it has to be you.” Instantly, Y/N’s gaze drops. “What are you talking about?” Julie holds up her hands as if to defend herself from an attack. “I know how it sounds, but hear me out. You have an incredible voice, and you already know the boys better than anybody else.”

Luke looks over at Y/N, and is surprised to see that she looks distinctly unhappy. Angry, even. Reggie, on the other hand, does not seem to have picked this up. He beams over at her. “Y/N, I didn’t know you could sing! This is going to be so good!” Y/N glares over at Julie. “Judging by the fact that the boys don’t know about this, I’m assuming that this was all your idea. You want me to sing in a band in front of a large audience? Why not ask Flynn, or even Carrie? She would be better for this.”

Julie winces. “I know how you feel, but it’s our only option. The boys have to perform with someone who can see them so they can be visible to the audience. It has to be you.” If looks could kill, Julie would be as dead as Luke. Y/N’s voice is slow and cold. “You know what this means to me. You know exactly what this means to me, and you’re still asking me to do this. I can’t believe you.”

Julie starts to speak again, but Y/N holds up a hand. “Don’t worry, I’ll do it. After all, the future of this band is far more important than any of your friends, isn’t it? I know the songs, I’ll be ready. That’s what you really care about.” Y/N stands up, looking down at Julie with an expression of utter loathing. “When you didn’t want to make music because of your mom, I was there. I understood. But the rules only apply to you, don’t they? I will never forgive you for this.” With that, she walks swiftly out of the study, muttering something about needing to be alone.

Luke looks from the slamming door to Julie. “What was that about?” Julie looks sick to her stomach. “I never should have asked her to do this. She’s right, it was a bad idea.” Alex shakes his head, confused. “I don’t understand. What’s wrong with Y/N having to perform?” Julie just sighs. “It’s personal. If she doesn’t tell you, I don’t think I should either. I’ve already upset her too much.”

Luke gets up slowly. “I’m going to go talk to her.” Before Julie can say a word to stop him, Luke is already poofing out of the studio. He can see Y/N’s figure disappearing around one corner, then two. He follows her slowly, and feels a dull surprise creep over him when he realizes that she is heading towards the cemetery. What could possibly be waiting for her there?

Something in the back of Luke’s head is telling him that this is too personal, and he’s about to witness a scene that was not meant for his own eyes to see. Something else tells him that Luke needs to see this to understand Y/N, and to learn how to fix whatever problem has just split her friendship with Julie down the middle. So, Luke continues to shadow Y/N’s footsteps, always just behind a tree or out of sight when she looks back. He has a feeling that if he is sighted or makes a sound, Y/N will back down from whatever she is about to do.

Eventually Y/N stops moving, and kneels beside a gravestone. It seems fairly recent, not chipped away and eroded like the others. Luke peers closer at the stone and realizes that it’s inscribed with a girl’s name, and the last name is L/N. Also, the death date occurred about a year ago. All of a sudden, Luke realizes who Y/N is visiting. Could this be her sister, a sister that died? Is that why she’s so upset?

Luke’s thoughts stop churning for a second when he realizes that Y/N is speaking quietly to the stone. “Hi. It’s me again. I just had to come here because-” Her voice drops off and she takes a second to collect herself before she begins speaking once more. “I need to apologize. You know that band I’ve talked about before? The one that’s made up of my friends? Well, they have this performance coming up in a few days, and they need me to sing with them because they’re ghosts and I’m one of the only people who can see them. I know how it sounds and everything, but I have no choice-”

Y/N’s eyes widen and she stops speaking. There, standing a few inches in front of her, is a girl. She looks only a couple of years older than Y/N, and even without the inscription on the headstone Luke can tell that this is Y/N’s sister. He can see it in her eyes, the shape of her face. However, unlike Y/N, this girl has a distinctive scowl that never seems to leave her expression, not even for a second. Y/N seems startled at the sight of her sister. “You’re here? I thought-”

Y/N’s sister cuts her off. “What, you thought I wouldn’t be here and so you’d feel okay with pretending everything is fine? We had a promise, don’t you remember? If I have to die and never play music again, you have to uphold the bargain. That’s how it works.” The girl starts walking forward, and Y/N scrambles backwards out of her way. “It wasn’t my choice- I didn’t want to- I have to be there! I tried to argue but there’s no way out of it.” The girl clicks her tongue in disappointment. “I hoped that you would try a little harder. Aren’t you supposed to be keeping my memory? Well, I can think of another way to keep the promise.”

Luke’s head snaps up as he realizes what the girl is about to do. Just before the sister’s arm reaches Y/N, he has poofed into existence in between them, stopping the blow just before it lands. Y/N stares at him. “Luke? Where did you come from?” Luke flashes her an apologetic smile. “I was trying to find you so I could figure out why you were so upset. I think I get it now, though.” Y/N’s sister huffs an irritated sigh. “Look at you, a friend to the rescue. This doesn’t concern you. The promise is between us.”

Luke shakes his head. “You don’t get to hurt her. Not like this, not in the promise. I want you to leave her alone. Only come back when you’re ready to apologize or treat her better.” Y/N’s sister scoffs. “And why would I do that?” Luke’s gaze grows steely. “Because I have friends who can make you. Have you ever heard of Caleb Covington? He knows me, and if I needed something I know he’d show up.” Y/N’s sister’s gaze falters. “You’re in touch with Caleb?” Luke nods. “I take it you know him?”

The girl looks terrified. “Any ghost who’s anybody knows about Caleb.” Her gaze cuts over to Y/N. “I’ll stop, I swear it. Sing with them. I don’t care. Just don’t set Caleb on my trail.” Luke squares his shoulders. “I won’t unless I have to.” Y/N’s sister fixes him with one last look, then poofs out again, leaving Luke and Y/N alone. Luke offers Y/N a hand, which she takes. She’s shaking slightly, which twists Luke’s heart like a knife. She glances over at him, confused.

“Wait, why did you bring up Caleb? I thought he hated you guys. You talked about him like he was a friend.” Luke spread his hands. “She doesn’t have to know that. I mean, all I really said is that Caleb knows who I am, and he does.” Y/N laughs incredulously. “You were bluffing that whole time? Even I believed you.” The two of them walk out of the cemetery, and only after they’re out on the sunlit sidewalk does Luke finally turn to Y/N once more.

“Was your sister the reason you didn’t want to perform with us at the club?” Y/N sighs. “Yes. We were closer than anything, and we had a little gig going as a joint act. We sang and wrote music together. We had plans of being this great band, and then she died one night in an accident.” Y/N stifles a broken laugh. “When I saw her again, I thought I was hallucinating. Then she broke my window and I realized she was actually there, albeit in ghost form. She made me promise that I would never perform again, because it wouldn’t be fair to her memory. Some part of me knew it wasn’t right, but I was afraid of her, I guess.”

Luke sees the doubt beginning to creep back onto Y/N’s face, and he wraps an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close. “It wasn’t right at all. That promise wasn’t something she could ask of you. That’s not dedication to music, that’s just her controlling her. A real musician would want you to move on and grow. I mean, we all hate Bobby because he stole our songs, not because he kept performing. I mean, I’m proud of him for doing so well, even though he tried to write us out of history. The issue isn’t with you singing, I promise.”

Y/N looks up at him, and Luke feels lost in her gaze. “Thank you for having my back. I know I shouldn’t have blown up at Julie, but I was so upset that she would make me perform that I guess I just lost it.” Luke frowns. “Julie knew about the promise?” Y/N nods. “I dropped out of music class and she wanted to know why. I told her that my sister had died and she didn’t want me to perform anymore, but not about the ghost stuff. Obviously.” A slight smile begins to creep onto her face. “Honestly, I’m excited about performing. I haven’t sung in front of people in a long time.”

Luke returns her smile. “I’m excited to hear you. To be honest, I’ve been hoping to hear you perform for a while.” Y/N’s brow furrows. “You knew I did music?” Luke shrugs. “I knew music was important to you so I took a guess. I know you’ll be amazing.” Y/N laughs. “How do you know that?” Luke leans down to press a kiss to her cheek. “I just have a feeling.”

#luke patterson #luke patterson imagines #luke patterson x reader #luke patterson oneshot #jatp #jatp imagines #jatp x reader #jatp oneshot #jatp luke #jatp luke imagines #jatp luke x reader #jatp luke oneshot #julie and the phantoms #julie and the phantoms luke #julie and the phantoms imagines #julie and the phantoms oneshot

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giaourtopita · 4 years ago

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Hello! I’m a sucker for that sweet angst and I’m sorry in advance!😭So can I request the brothers with an Mc who has a few months to live because of an illness they were born with? How do they send their time with Mc? How do they react when Mc dies?

mc dies due to a congenital disease

first of all, thank you for requesting!! i didn't really expect a request tbh. and i really hope i did this justice, i even started listening to a sad playlist to get even more in the mood to write this!! i hope you'll like it <333

warnings; gn mc, angst, death, unhealthy habits, sad just so sad, slight medical talk, alcohol used as a coping mechanism but not to an unhealthy amount, lesson 35-36 spoilers in asmo's and beel's part, lesson 16 spoilers in belphie's part.

(first of all i would like to say that none of them would react well but all of them would try to spend as much time as possible with mc)

lucifer

- would not believe them at first, he would think this is just belphie and satan playing a sick joke on him.

- believes it only after seeing the mc talking to doctors and trying to find a course of treatment.

- throws himself into work, trying to convince himself the situation will resolve itself.

- once he comes to term with it, he would try to spend as much time as possible with them

- he would take them to as many new places he can, and try to give them many new experiences before it happens.

- would even ask barbatos if he can go back in time to find them a cure.

- when the inevitable happens he thinks his father is the one to blame, it's his fault for everything. them falling, lilith dying and now this. "why can't he just leave us alone?".

- throws himself into work again but only this time he's working so hard his brothers and friends had to talk some sense to him.

- diavolo gives him some time to pull himself together, and because he has so much time on his hands, he locks himself in the comfort of his room and drinks to feel just so he can stop feeling for a little while.

- only gets better when he sees mammon trying to take care of him and be responsible with money and around the house.

mammon

- "mc you're joking right? you're my human, you can't die! ya hear me?"

- he would be attached at the mc's hips. even starts staying in their room to watch them.

- acts like he's fine when they're around but when he's alone he gets overwhelmed, he can't imagine how his life will be after mc is gone.

- also gets mad at his father "why do you hate us so much?" *he yells at the sky while sobbing*

-he's so frustrated with this situation because who will be nice to him when mc is gone?

- will try to get the witches to help him but it's a lost cause, there's no cure magical or not.

- when it happens, he blames himself. he blames himself because he failed to help them, even tho they always helped him.

- his scheming will get insufferable, he will try to get as much grimm as he can so he can buy things that remind him of the mc.

- he hoards all those things he buys all around the house actually. and if anyone anyone tries to throw those things away he gets agitated and turns into his demon form to fight them.

- will get better once he sees levi trying to pick all the things mammon left in his room.

leviathan

- "what? why? no, you can't die! stupid normie, you can't just leave me all alone like that" ... "we need more time!"

- he feels useless because there's nothing he can do, "the lord of shadows would have find a way to help his henry".

- hates it when his brothers take away the mc from him and starts throwing tantrums when they're not around, the rest of the brothers can't imagine how it will be in the future.

- tries to go outside more with them so he has memories with them that don't include sitting in his room and watching anime, those times he went outside he actually appreciated being there.

- also makes them stay in his room, they sleep in his arms and he starts sleeping in his demon form, wrapping his tail around the mc so they can't go anywhere, he knows this is pointless.

- still tries to watch as much anime as possible but when a character he likes dies, he finds himself sobbing like a baby not because he's sad for the character but because he knows this will happen to his henry.

- when they pass away he feels numb, he did all the crying when they were still there with him, he becomes an even bigger shut-in doesn't want to meet any new people especially not humans, not because he hates them but because they remind him of the mc.

- the only reason he leaves his room is to go swimming, he does that even more than he used to. his younger brothers were worried but lucifer thinks this is a healthier alternative to anything else he could do.

- is so angry at his father that he threatens war to the celestial realm using the devildom's navy.

- only got better when lucifer tried to reason him, he knows the mc wouldn't want him to do that but he doesn't know what else to do or how to mourn the human.

satan

- does not believe them, they look healthy to him so what are they talking about?? only believes them when they start talking about symptoms or he sees the symptoms himself.

- starts looking for a magical remedy to make them feel better, or even a cure. but it's no use, he can't find anything helpful other than pain relief magic. he even asks solomon but he wasn't able to give him something useful to work with.

- reads to them books about characters who feel how he feels because he can't bring himself to actually tell them how awful he is feeling.

- tries to spend as much time as possible with them even if it's for the silliest, most insignificant things there are.

- is barely able to keep himself together, he gets agitated by the smallest things you can imagine.

- after their death he feels as if a big part of his identity vanished, he feels how he used to feel about himself before he made up with lucifer and he hates that.

- going to a cat cafe or a library don't cheer him up as much as they used to, he just wishes to be with them and nothing else.

- is angry at himself and at god. he's angry at himself because even tho he knows so many things he wasn't able to save them and he's angry at god because everything is his fault.

- asmo suggests he writes a book about them and their shared memories, since he loved them and he loves books satan finds this idea excellent, however it doesn't help much because whenever he starts writing he gets so into it that he neglects himself.

- is able to kinda pull himself together when he sees lucifer bringing him a cat for emotional support, they both know this is not a permanent solution but it will help him cope for now.

asmodeus

minor lesson 35 spoiler!!

- "what?? no no no!! this isn't happening mc!! we will find a solution i promise!"

- asks solomon and his fans to help but there's nothing they can do to help.

- buys them as many pretty outfits he can and takes photos of them to remember.

- is actually the first one to accept what is going to happen, after all he's used to losing the people that he loves, some leave due to jealousy and others die.

- does even more sleepovers in his room with the mc so they can have lots of fun together, even if this situation is very sad he tries to be positive and make the best memories he can with them

- though he still looks cheerful, he's so sad internally he doesn't know what to do after his mc is gone. he feels as if he won't be the same without them because he's one of the very few people who didn't care about his looks and loved him for him, he will miss this feeling so much that he's trying cling onto it as much as time allows him to.

- after it happens, he is also numb. not because he grieved before they died but because he tries to shut down his feelings by indulging in his sin, going clubbing and spoiling himself even more than before.

- though none if the above are as fun now that he can't do them with them, he gets to the point where he stops listening to lucifer and starts talking to everyone in a sarcastic tone.

- clings to solomon because even though he knows that solomon can't die, he can't help but feel like he needs to. solomon was able to talk some sense to him after lucifer told him about his behaviour. gets better when his brothers start aggressively pointing out his awful behaviour and how much they care about him and his well-being.

beelzebub

lesson 36 spoiler!!

- "NO! this can't be happening again! you stole lilith from us and now you're doing it again with mc!" *is sobbing while yelling*

- will also camp in their room to watch them and spend time with them.

- will take them to every single one of his games, and will try to take as many pictures as possible.

- takes them to every restaurant he knows of and makes them do taste testing, he notes everything they like in a cookbook, filled with every food the mc likes, and makes it for them when they're hungry.

- sad that there's nothing he can do to help and even sadder that mc was always able to help him when he needed to.

- feels guilty about this situation because mc had to use their life essence, their already limited amount of time, to save his life.

- he cuddles them to sleep, but most of the time it's not because they need it. he actually does it because he needs it and mc knows this.

- when mc passes away he goes out of control, always going on a rampage when someone from his team mentions how he's a free demon without a pact now, he misses mc so much.

- he is constantly in a bad mood and sometimes he's so sad that he forgets to eat even if he's starving.

- only starts to pull himself together when belphie tries to take care of him by cooking and forcing him to eat when he doesn't at least try to eat the most important meals of the day.

belphegor

lesson 16 spoiler!!

- "did lucifer made you say this? i know our last prank was a bit over the top but this is inappropriate" mc explains to him while showing him their test results.

- drags them to attic and cuddles them while yelling and sobbing, not wanting to believe it.

- he would stay awake more than his normal self so they can spend more time together, even if it's just cuddling or talking.

- he tries to find a spell to at least make them live a little longer, but it's hopeless there's nothing he can do.

- also feels guilty, not only does mc get to experience their death for the second time but so do his brothers.

- clings onto them as much as he can.

- when they die it's like he falls into a coma, when people try to wake him up he doesn't even flinch it's like he wants to be in a coma.

- has made it so that he gets such vivid dreams that he can visit mc in them and that's the reason he won't wake up.

- wakes up when he hears beel cry about him, mc and lilith. tries to get over it for beel.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me asmo #obey me beel #obey me belphie #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me headcanons #obey me angst #i broke my heart so many times trying to write this

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lehouxnap2 · 3 years ago

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More because we are so bored.

Hitch:

Sophie= fashion, Marilyn Monroe, hot pink, bubblegums, big hoop earrings, 50's movies and other iconic movies, big city popular girl, cherleader, short skirts, bows, lapdogs, sunny summer weather , where everything is upbeat and not freakishly hot, pear liquer, coconut cookies, sexy dresses, hot chocolate with chili

Me= Hot pink, gold jewerly, tight short dresses, but also cute dresses, lipsticks, long nails, manicure, seductive, night dates, dance clubs from the 60's, feminist, bored, cheerful, companion, very bisexual, high heels.

Marlowe:

Sophie= citrus scented essential oil, old tech like walkmans, vhs tapes, a dusty attic full of memories and long forgotten toys and things, red velvet cookie, macha tea, 90's aesthetic clothing style and music, Backstreet Boys, unsaid love, standing up for the bigger cause, round sunglasses, heavy rain but the sun still shines and the sky is blue, kinda ambivalent but really interesting sight, black labradors, wine, seriousness, keeping someones word, high waist jeans.

Me= Coffee colors, medals, military officer, black coffee, armani fashion style, rules, order, Law, naive, clueless, workaholic, cleanliness, polished shoes, caramel flavour, classical music, wood.

Boris:

Sophie= Pity, Sarcasm, Screamo music, Death core, Slipknot, big fluffy cats like Norwegian forest cats, swamps / marshlands with weeping willows, living a luxurious life in the most gorgeous house of the town, prince, chokers (with spikes and skulls), ripped sleeveless shirts, ripped skinny jeans, gingerbread, cherry coke, red marlboro, atheism, indifference, cold starless winter nights with smoke and eerie ambience.

Me= Sleepless nights, baggy eyes, mean, very smart, aloof, private, quiet but judging, rich, lowkey depressed, tired, fast learner, lilac and beige colors, mist, horror movies, slasher movies, cannot get scared, uncompassionate.

Floch:

Sophie= shiba inus, rusty irons, that man would be a fucking tornado, old victorian houses, but like those ones that are forgotten and kinda sleazy, rotting wood with tiny mushrooms on it, foxes, sly, devoted, honour, rage, hate, radicalism, fish and chips and spicy pizzas, dark brown leather jackets with oldish, kinda, unkempt scarfs, skinny jeans with hommade badges, lichi coffee, cupcakes, autumn colours, cold, pale hands,fanatism

Me= Cherrybomb, bubblegum, sassy, impatient, mean girl behaviour, devoted, seeks attention, love crush, destiny, life purposes, dreamer, roses with spikes, mockery, red/pink afternoon, pretty eyes, straightfoward, loud, wine, fanatism.

Pieck:

Sophie= big hats, long skirts with oversized shirts, she would wear spotted things, dachshunds, giant plushies, vintage clothing and makeup style, history geek, llava cake, red wine, indie movies, ripped short jeans, Lana del Rey, white Phillip Morris cigarettes, big backpacks, chokers, bookworm, plum scent, cinnamon-apple tea, autumn weather with smokey scent, the sky is dull but really bright, some leaves are still on the trees and tiny birds are sitting on the branches, weed.

Me= Beautiful, calm village with kind people, calmness, dogs, loyal, patriotic, soft hair, messy, kind, unintentionally seductive, light jeans, comfortable clothes, big cardigans, small, dark eyes circles, natural, plants, old vintage cigarettes, classical.

Porco:

Sophie= bears, bomber jackets, military, bad boy, insecurity, honour, glory, brotherly love, bully, jock, american staffordshire terrier, campfires, raging storm on the sea while sitting in a boat, fearless of the giant waves, pistachio ice cream, walnuts, whisky, You're so Cool - Nicole Dollanganger, calf high boots with slightly baggy waist jeans, triped shirts, marine blue and fire red, phoenixes, sacrifice, big red house cats with a small nick in their ears, bruises, determination

Me= Pigs, clean, serious, tough, fragil masculinity, bully, bitch face, boots, tight t-shirts, green military colors, gel, small chains, cigarettes, small penis, mist cloudy park in Spain, revenge, jackets, frown, video games, cat with rabies, hand tattoos, jail time.

Part 1

#104th cadets #military police #hitch dreyse #marlowe freudenberg #Boris feulner #floch forster #pieck finger #porco galliard #warriors

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symphonicmetal101 · 4 years ago

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Brother Bonding(?) HCs

Lucifer

Mammon

He and Mammon have a bit of a complicated relationship, in that Mammon is always getting into trouble, and Lucifer always has to get him out of it, and then takes it upon himself to scold him for getting them into trouble. However, there are times when Lucifer helps Mammon pull pranks on the other brothers, under the condition that Mammon doesn't tell anyone, otherwise he loses Goldie permanently. The pranks are well executed, and often the blame is but on Belphie or Satan instead.

Levi

We know that Lucifer is responsible for Levi's obsession with Ruri-chan and anime as a whole. Lucifer is often concerned for Levi, as he is familiar with self-doubt, and sympathizes with Levi's constant stream of it. He tries to set aside at least one day a month where he will rewatch old anime with Levi, listen to his spiels, and leave him an allowance to use however he would like. If Lucifer is too busy with paperwork, he'll invite Levi to his office and ask him about the latest games and mangas, even if he isn't listening the entire time.

Satan

Ah, this is a little more complicated. Truthfully, they don't spend much time together. However, if Satan happens to mention a book he wanted, even offhandedly, Lucifer will make sure it ends up in Satan's possession somehow, even if it's through MC. Satan notices this, and as much as he wants to hate Lucifer, those days he makes an extra effort to try and not tease or humiliate Lucifer. It's almost like a silent truce.

Asmo

Yeah, yeah, Asmo paints everyone's nails. But Asmo also knows massage and aromatherapy. When Lucifer is particularly stressed, he'll take it upon himself to try and help him relax. If he has the patience, Lucifer will listen to Asmo explain the science between different scents and how they help the mind and body. Sometimes Asmo isn't sure if Lucifer is actually listens, but within three days of their chats, he finds a small package on his bed with different oils, and a note that says, "I look forward to learning what these oils can do." - Lucifer

Beel

Beel likes to cook, bake, etc. Because Lucifer is always on the go, Beel tries to come up with meals that are easy to walk around with. Lucifer is always the one Beel asks to taste test, (if Beel manages to resist eating the entire thing himself), because Lucifer will give him an honest opinion. It's rare that Lucifer has anything but praise for Beel, but on the off chance he doesn't, he'll walk him through a couple of ideas he could do to improve it, and Beel will deliver.

Note: this is also how Beel found out that Lucifer has the lowest spice tolerance out of the brothers, and he is not to mention it to anyone.

Belphie

Another relationship that serves to be more complex. Lucifer often finds himself wanting to reconcile with Belphie, almost to restore the kind of relationship they had when they were angels. But when you lock someone in an attic against their will, (even if it was to protect them), they tend to hold a grudge. Again, they don't really spend time together unless Beel is present, but Lucifer tries to help Belphie in little ways, like switching his linens weekly, fluffing his pillows, making sure he actually makes it to a bed when he goes to sleep. Belphie just assumes it's Beel doing these things though, and Lucifer lets him. He hopes one day Belphie will realize how much he really does care for him.

Mammon

Levi

They usually don't get along, mostly because of financial issues between them. However, when they are able to put that aside, they can actually enjoy each others company. Mammon has a lot of energy, and Levi likes video games. As a compromise, they regularly play games such as DDR or Just Dance. The whole time, they will insult each other, but lovingly.

Satan

Satan will actively look for books on finance, budgeting, business, etc. To help Mammon. He pitches it as ways to help him get rich, and they will spend hours together trying to form a business plan. While Mammon doesn't usually have the patience, for the sake of spending time with his little brother, he pushes through. Satan usually does this only after one of Mammon's bigger schemes fell through, or when Lucifer tells Mammon to stop.

Asmo

These guys both model. Mammon will set aside some money and time to go spend with Asmo on clothes, accessories, etc. Mammon is just as skilled behind the camera as he is in front of it, so whenever Asmo wants to model, doesn't matter where, Mammon is ready. Sometimes when they've planned their outing with enough notice, Mammon will have saved enough money to buy something for Asmo.

Beel

Whenever Beel is cooking for himself, he usually adds a lot seasonings. Sometimes, it's in hopes that spice will slow him down. Other times it's because he really likes the food, but has almost become desensitized to the taste😥 however, when he makes these batches of food, he'll sometimes invite Mammon to join him. Mammon has an ungodly high tolerance for spice, at least when he's eating. (His stomach may or may not suffer later). Mammon sometimes foolishly challenges Beel to a speed eating contest. Beel tries to decline; he just wants to eat, and he does not want to watch Mammon give himself indigestion or heartburn, but Mammon, persistent as ever, will try and eat as many servings of Beel's food as quickly as possible. This is one of the few times Beel doesn't get mad, he just watches with mild amusemeny and concern.

Belphie

Belphie and Mammon are surprisingly close, despite being complete foils of eacb other. Mammon has lots of energy, Belphie has none. Mammon likes to go out, Belphie likes to stay in. However, building forts? Hell yes, Belphie has enough energy for that. They usually build pillow and blanket forts in the observatory. Belphie will direct Mammon in how to build it for the most amount of comfort. Usually they'll just end up plugging in their headphones and listening to their own music in each other's company until they fall asleep and/or Beel joins them.

Levi

Satan

Levi introduced Satan to VR, and their relationship has taken a turn for the better since then. Satan is more interested in medical simulators and animal simulation games. Levi once made the mistake of playing Mario Kart with Satan, and his room was left in shambles, so now they only do sims to avoid the competition with other players. Satan also likes to play Among Us, as it gives him a chance to flex his detective skills. His self-control is much better with this, for whatever reason.

Asmo

Levi and Asmo are constantly at odds. Not like Mammon, but Asmo cringes every time he sees the way Levi is sitting, every time he hears Levi has ruined his sleep schedule, and every time he sees him sleeping in tje goddamn bathtub. Yes, it has lots of pillows, but none of them are really good for support. He is constantly trying to get Levi to at least stretch or do yoga every once in a while, as well as sit properly in his chair. These stretching session are also when Levi starts to talk about the next cosplay he's working on, which Asmo will undoubtedly want to help with.

(Ik that its implied that Levi taught Asmo how to sew and stuff, but that hc is everywhere, otherwise I would elaborate. It's really cute though.)

Beel

Although Levi spends a lot of his time in his room, he is still the Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy. He does dedicate some time to working out, and when he does, he does it with Beel, because he knows Beel will help keep him on track. Beel is also Levi's biggest source of encouragment. Levi thanks Beel in mass quantities of food from Akuzon later, sometimes in hopes of winning something from a draw, other times as a genuine thank you.

Belphie

Introvert buddies! Belphie doesn't really care for video games, Levi doesn't have the same speed as Mammon for building a pillow fort, but sometimes Belphie will ask to come into Levi's room to look at his aquarium. He finds it relaxing. They don't really talk to each other, they just enjoy each other's company. If Belphie is feeling curious or notices Levi is kind of upset, he'll start asking Levi about the different fish in his aquarium, which quickly cheers Levi up. Belphie's favourite thing about Levi though, is that he is usually awake the same time he is, helping him feel a little less lonely.

Satan

Asmo

I've mentioned this before in my random hcs post, but Asmo and Satan like to study astrology together. They find it fascinating in how accurate it can be, especially since they only get to see the *real* stars, moon, sun, and planets when they're in the human realm. Asmo actually introduced it to Satan, as he used to study it in the Celestial Realm as well.

Beel

Beel is constantly coming up with new recipes, so Satan documents them all for him. He'll be a scribe, while Beel tells him exactly what he's doing the whole time. The other brothers don't know, (Beel asked to keep t a secret), but Satan has helped Beel publish 3 cookbooks already.

Satan also attends Beel's games whenever possible, and Beel has attended Satan's debate team or sometimes book club meetings whenever possible. Because Satan and Belphie are close, so are Satan and Beel.

Belphie

>:)

They are constantly coming up with ways to inconvenience Lucifer, which is their main form of bonding. However, Belphie also taught Satan the constellations when they were younger, so now they will often go stargazing together. Satan doesn't remember, but he used to make up stories about the constellations, and Belphie has a written record of all of them. Sometimes, Belphie will retell the stories from memory to see if Satan recognizes it, but to no avail. Instead Satan will tell another story he has read about the stars. They tell each other stories and stargaze until they fall asleep.

Asmo

Beel

Beel will do warm ups with Asmo; basic stretches, a jog, etc. They will sometimes do yoga together. However, Beel works out a lot, and sometimes his muscles get sore, so Asmo gets to work. Being around Asmo brings out the gossip girl in Beel, so while Asmo is giving him a massage, he's also getting all the tea from all the clubs that Beel is a part of. Beel is very careful with his delivery, but he trusts Asmo to never spin his words the wrong way and to use the new info for good.

Belphie

Asmo has his own fashion line. He often asks Belphie to rate the comfort of his clothes, as he wants them to be fashionable, functional, and comfortable. Belphie never pulls his punches, and Asmo is grateful for the honest criticism. However, sometimes it does get on his nerves, but Belphie makes up for it later by getting Asmo new linens, often silk, because Belphie knows Asmo's preferences. Asmo always asks him where he finds it, but Belphie never answers.

Beel + Belphie

These two can bond almost over anything. However, one of their favorite things to do together is make Quetzalcoatl brain soup. Belphie stays awake long enough to remind Beel to leave some for him.

(My brain just left me here to rot apparently, I'm sorry.)

Oof

Masterlist

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me headcanons #obey me thoughts

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