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house-of-laminations · 3 years ago

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Ok let's say because of MC's "I'm the protagonist so I'm different powers", it would make us strong enough to not evaporate or turn insane when seeing cosmic horrors, how would the boys act around us in their true forms?

If we're going for the more angst route (but not too angsty), they were horrified that you saw them in that state and we have to constantly reassure them that yes we aren't dying, turning mad or anything of the sorts.

Idk the is just so funny to me because its sorta like this:

Mc: This is my boyfriend! *points at a biblically accurate angel*

The angel: Hello 👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️

im so sorry this took me so long to get to. but. life. "Hello 👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️👁️" SENT ME i spent so long laughing at that. I love the idea so much and you can bet this isn't going to be the only true forms shenanigans I write. 💛 This one is a little funny, a little angsty, and a little bloody - I hope you enjoy! For those of you following along at home, this was also the ask that inspired this.

cw: violence (against MC and others), blood, death mentions. Implied/mentioned chronic pain for Lucifer. There's a few times where MC gets kidnapped but they're saved pretty quickly. And of course, horror themes. It's also over 11k words so like. have a snack break. Also not proof-read.

Be Not Afraid

The blood in your veins and your magic protect you and allow you to see the 'true' forms of demons - but that doesn't mean they've been willing to test your sanity. A tale of the first time you've seen the brothers, and how those circumstances came to be. Also posted here on Ao3.

Mammon

You wake up slowly.

Your head is aching like you’ve spent the last few days dehydrated and now you’re paying the price. Your mouth is also cottony and dry, while it feels like every muscle in your body aches.

Really. This again?

A stone altar is cold against your back, and the sounds of ritualistic chanting echo throughout the cavernous hall. All you wanted was a night out at the casino, and now this?

It’s what you get, you suppose, for being careless. You had accidentally flashed Mammon’s pact mark at one of the high rollers at the poker table while reaching over the bar for your drink. Their eyes had snapped to your body and you’d spent the rest of the evening trying to avoid them and their goons. Shame your luck didn’t hold out past your wins at cards and dice.

You recognize the hall you’re in as one of the upper levels at the same Casino, large skylight above you revealing a moonless sky. The high roller and their goons at least have done you the service of keeping you in your regular clothes - though the pact mark you notice when you twist enough to see has been left revealed deliberately.

The High Roller is chanting in a vaguely familiar language that sounds a little like greek but feels older, while their goons are shuffling their feet, obviously waiting for them to be done. At least there aren’t any sharp things pointing at you.

“Hey, uhh, do you mind letting me go?” you try. If nothing else, maybe the goons are having second thoughts.

Of course, there’s no response.

“I’m friends with some very powerful people,” you try again, “maybe, if you let me go, they could cut you a deal?”

At this, one of the goons snorts. “We’re countin’ on that, actually.”

Oh great. Big, mean, and in the know.

The chanting rises in volume to combat your voices, and as it does so you notice a tingling sensation in your pact mark.

“While I’ve got you here,” you say to distract from the uncomfortable sensation, “what is it you’re hoping to do?”

It’s a different goon that responds this time. This one’s wearing glasses. You decide to label him ‘Nerd’. The first can be ‘Unhelpful’. “The boss is tryin’ to get rich quick. Got some debts, see. He’s hoping you can help. Turn his luck around at the big game, and all that.”

“If he’s got debt, why are you working for him?” you ask, genuinely curious.

You can tell the High Roller (or not-so-high, if Nerd is to be believed) is becoming increasingly annoyed by your conversation, like you’ve hit on a bit of a sore spot. (Considering your entire body is a bit of a sore spot right now, you think it’s pretty fair. Honestly, you’d like to see him even more annoyed. It’s not enough.) He actually stumbles on one of the phrases (something, you realize now that you recognize the language as Ancient Mycenean, to do with ‘showing thyself’) and it makes your heart skip unwillingly and your pact mark feel like it’s been stabbed through with a hot iron.

Unfortunately, this serves to distract you from Unhelpful’s response. “-ake us along for the ride.”

“Sorry,” you say faintly, “I didn’t catch that first bit.”

“I said -”

Not-so-High roller punctuates his chants with an irritated harsh syllable, cutting you both off. All through your conversation, he’s been crescendoing, and you feel like maybe the ritual is reaching its peak. Your Ancient Mycenean is rough, but Solomon has hammered in enough during your training that you recognize key phrases: separation (confirming your hunch that this is somehow related to your pact), wealth, and -

“- Mégas Kýrie Mammon!”

Shit.

You don’t get to think much else, because one of your pact marks burn with what feels like the intensity of the sun itself. You close your eyes against the pain as your body feels like its being shocked with lightning and then doused in lava. And then there’s a pull. Like the skin that bears the mark is trying to tear itself from your flesh, up, up and out.

A scream is wrenched from your throat, the high pitch of your own voice adding to the scratching whispers that have begun in your mind. It builds and builds and builds because it’s not enough, it will never be enough -

Nothingness.

Empty void.

The whispers, your own screams, have been cut off. The pain of something being pulled out is gone, and now you’re left shaking on the - well. Not the ground. Not anything, really. Your harsh breathing echoes, though you can’t see any walls that would cause the sound to bounce when you manage to crack open your eyes.

There’s only one thing in the hollow expanse before you, immediately grabbing your attention.

It’s a heart. Not human, not with the way that it shines gold even without light. It’s beating frantically, molten gold feeding in only to release cold, curling shadows. Something about it calls to you, and you can’t help but reach out and grab-

sssCHRK!

Reality filters in all at once the moment your fingers brush the heart. You’re so overwhelmed by the love-pain-fear that it feels like you’re once again on that ritual table with a dagger poised over your chest, your own heart beating frantically as you try and sort through the emotions.

Clawed fingers - talons - are scratching at your scalp and behind your ears, cooing whispers and chatters and clacks sing out around you. Sight comes back to you slowly, and when it does, you notice the hands and wings and claws and tails that reach and wrap around you. Golden eyes peek out between fingers and feathers, each looking upon you in concern, while others glare venomously at the now cowering Goons.

Or, maybe not cowering. You can barely look away from the creaturebeingthing for long enough to notice, but it seems maybe not all of them survived whatever had happened. Not-so-high Roller is frozen in place, eyes wide and blank while his mouth is agape in awe and fear. His form is being held up purely through the fact that his suit has turned to almost pearlescent glass, cold and hard to the touch and probably very expensive. Several others have either just keeled over (in shock, or maybe, you think, they had a heart attack) or find themselves shackled with shining metal, glowingly hot and dripping from their flesh.

Unfortunately, not even poor Unhelpful or Nerd had been spared. They’re both on their knees, clawing at their chests while they retch. Unhelpful coughs, and out comes gold coins, covered in blood, bile, and saliva. Molten silver (or maybe platinum) drools from Nerd’s mouth, but he seems to have better luck keeping his stomach. Both are avoiding your gaze, fixated on Mammon like he’s the brightest treasure they’ve ever seen.

“Mammon,” you murmur, and in that moment those eyes that were looking away from you snap to attention. Good. Give it all to me.

�̶̞̥͈͖͖͈͍̩̭̦̮̀͂̈́̄̓͗̾̈̏͛͜�̶̥̅̒͐͜�̷̛̗͖̰͍̪̗̯̻̣̯̼̳̳͇͜�̶̨̦̤̳̱̰̼̬͛̈̌̌̍̒̈̔͒͋́͒͌̕͝�̷̡̗͖̻̐͆̉͜�̸̟̺͔̺̯̙̝̘̥̳̤̒̅̀́͘�̶̧͔̞̲̲̻̠̑͌�̴̝͉̞̫̼̥̤̟̇̆̋̂̈̈̀͑̓̈̇͊́͛͜�̴̛̺͔̰̩͚̝͓̄́̉͗̐̿�̸̡̟͔̱̱͈̌̊�̴̳̭̭͓̜͉͕̪̹̯͔̞͛͠ͅ�̸̻͔̐̾̀

It’s the sound of clinking, tumbling coins hitting the top of a pile, but also the cracking, squeaky hinges of an empty safe. It’s the most comforting sound in the world - right up until it isn’t.

“I’m sorry,” you say for what feels like the second time that night, “I didn’t quite catch that.”

Two of the arms reach out to grab you, and you let them. As they move, you notice a faint gap between the many wings and talons and hands and claws. All those limbs reach inward, like it’s trying to cover or fill a hollow void, but no matter how hard they try, there’s no way they can do it. And that allows you to see it. Only for a moment. The most beautiful thing you think you’ve ever seen. That heart of precious metal, pumping shadow and hope. And then -

gone.

You’re distracted once more by the extravagance of it all and everything else. Golden chains hang from his form, some of them ornamental, others digging into the flesh(?) itself, causing not-blood to ooze from the wounds they create.

"̵͙̉̚Ä̴̭̝́͆̅r̸̠͎͗͛̚é̴̢̖̓̕ ̸̟̒̉̕ỹ̸͚͉̘̦ö̶̝́̿̽ǔ̶̞̫̬́̅͠ ̷͎̥̥͒͆̂̊o̴̡̱̓̌̐̋k̸͔͖͉̀̆͜,̶̧͓̏̊ͅͅ ��̲̮͑ḩ̵̛̙̯̥ư̵̢̩̠̍m̷̢̻̯͖͝͠à̴͖̖̰ń̴̡̨͕̀͒?̵͚̂̃͒̈́"̸̮͕̣̂̇͒͘

“I was scared for a moment there.”

Immediately, the arms try to drop you, but you don’t let them. The form tries to retreat, and it pulls away from your touch like it burns.

"̶̦̐i̶͔̿m̴͕̆ ̴̧̋s̵̩͛o̶͓̎r̴̥̈́r̸̠̈́y̵̯͌ ̸̪́i̸̜͛m̶͎̋ ̵͕̈s̵̖̾o̶̮̽r̵̮̍r̴͎̔ẏ̷̯ ̸̺͗i̷͔̔m̸̬̅ ̸̭́s̶̨͛o̷̱̓r̵̥͋r̶̟̚ẏ̴͍ ̵̥̕î̶̥m̵̨͂ ̸̒ͅs̷̰̒o̵̹͝r̶͓̆r̵̥̈́y̶͎̽"̵̰̅

“No, I’m sorry! That was a dumb thing to say,” you quickly say when it doesn’t look like he’s going to stop trying to get away from you, “I wasn’t scared of you, I promise!”

It - he halts in his tracks. Even that beating heart in his hollow centre stops when that reaching, filling, grasping mess pause in response to your words.

"̴̻̍Ỷ̶̲ǒ̴͉u̴̦͝r̸̻͝e̸̛̹ ̶͔́ṇ̷͐o̷̭͂t̷̻̋ ̶́ͅs̵̞̕c̶̢̀ä̵ͅr̴̖̓e̴̯͠d… of me?”

“No,” you say firmly.

There’s a moment where he appears to be judging you with his many, many eyes. But eventually, he reaches back to you, and you once again let him lift you.

“Well, I did get a bit of a shock,” you can’t help but add, once again playing with the golden chains looped around one of his many wrists, “it’s the first time I’ve seen a demon’s ‘true form’. I wouldn’t be opposed to seeing it again, if we’re being honest.”

“Really?” this time, it’s Mammon’s voice as you know it. Clear, a little growly, and oh so full of hope.

“Yeah. Can’t get enough of it.”

Lucifer

Of course it’s witches. Why is it always witches?

The drama-of-the-week this time around comes from a witch who took exception to Asmo’s beauty. According to her, no one could be that beautiful without magic or makeup, and thus cursed the Avatar with a spell that compels the bearer to show who you really are, to be vulnerable with those who matter most. Unfortunately, the witch had been jealous and inexperienced, and so the curse had power but no direction. It hit all the Avatars.

Curses like this wouldn’t normally be an issue - typically Solomon or Lucifer could break them after learning about the parameters or focus fairly easily. Not without shenanigans taking place, much to your amusement.

And true, there were heart-touching and heartbreaking moments in equal measure. Mammon had been honest, and Levi had been forced to own just how cool he is. Satan was able to let his anger and insecurities out and the twins opened up to each other about their guilt. Even Asmo was able to be vulnerable to you and Solomon about his fears of love and intimacy.

Lucifer, though…

Well. What would one expect from the embodiment of pride itself?

You’ve managed to extract secrets, honesty, and vulnerability from all the other Avatars and Lucifer is your final stop. Solomon claims it’s only a matter of being honest, a rudimentary curse with a simple solution. But you had both exchanged wary glances when you realized who the final target would be.

You knock on his door, waiting a few moments for a response, but nothing happens. You try again, and alas, it’s just a repeat of your first attempt.

“Lucifer?” you call, hoping to the high heavens (and deep hells) that he hasn’t magically blocked out the noise from outside, like you know he does when he’s overwhelmed. “Can I come in?”

Again, no response.

Sighing, you put your hand on the door handle, praying silently that he hasn’t cursed it to keep you out. Normally you’re the one with a free pass, while Mammon, Asmo, and even Dia are sometimes barred entry. With a turn and a click the door opens, and you let out the breath of air you were holding.

Your first impression as you glance around Lucifer’s room is that it’s empty. He’s not home?

But no, there - the covers of his bed. They’re shaking slightly, shuddering not with breathing but irregular shivvers. You hurry across the room and peel them back, and you can’t hold back your gasp when you see him.

Lucifer looks so much younger like this. Sweat is beading on his forehead while his clawed fingers latch onto the blanket, trying to pull it back over his head and shoulders. His hair is a mess and he can’t even bring his eyes around to meet yours in his customary glare.

But the thing that steals your attention away from his pale, shaking frame, is the gaping, raw wounds in his back. Blood that isn’t red but isn’t gold or black or any one color oozes from two almost identical abscesses on his normally pristine lower back, angled towards each other in a ‘v’ shape. The skin around the wounds looks like it has been pulled taut and then abruptly slackened, leaving dead flesh tags to roughly scrape against the blankets as you pull them back further.

“Go ‘way,” a venomous voice hisses, the normally clear diction slurring.

“No Lucifer, you’re hurt! Let me -”

“‘S nuthin’ new,” he murmurs, curling up more tightly. His wings are limp and lack their normal sheen, and they shiver violently every now and then.

If this is the effect of the curse, then does that mean this is what Pride looks like while vulnerable?

No, not Pride.

Lucifer.

His pride is nothing more than a pillar of strength, a coping strategy. Vulnerability strips that away, willingly or not. If this is nothing new, does that mean that some part of him always -

“What can I do to help you?” you ask, heart thumping wildly in your chest when you realize the implications.

“‘S the curse. You can’ do anythin’.”

His words hang in the air between you. And then you realize, “does that mean you can do something?”

Lucifer gasps in pain and then tries to pull his wings around himself. You shoot out a hand to stop him, gently catching the freezing feathers before they can cover his face. “‘Ts about being vulnerable. ‘-ve to show what ‘m hidin’.”

You learned from Asmo that the curse makes them feel agitated, anxious, and restless to the point of pain. It affected Mammon the worst, and Levi pretty harshly too. The twins, in comparison, seemed fairly okay under the influence, if a bit uncomfortable. Throughout the day you had been bugged by the fact that you know you’ve been missing something. Something obvious. And now you know -

“Damn it, Lucifer,” you sigh.

The curse’s strength is tied to the strength of the bearer.

And Lucifer is one of the strongest beings in existence.

“It’s fine,” he grunts through his teeth. The effort to properly enunciate clearly causes him more pain. “I can manage it.”

“Lucifer,” you say, letting the command slip softly in your voice. His red eyes finally meet yours. “It’s okay. Let go. I promise we will be okay.”

You don’t know whether it’s the pact or whether Lucifer just trusts you, but finally, finally he gasps out and then -

Galaxies.

Entire universes span as far as you can see, nebulae swirling infinitely as stars edge on the brink of collapse. You’re so high up, above everything and everyone, and your heart thuds as you toe your way closer to the edge. You can’t help but feel like you’re being watched, the multiple twinkling lights for moments at a time resembling bright irises caught in your gaze.

I could get closer.

The thought enters your mind unbidden, and you cannot help the way your feet move one after the other, dragging you towards infinite collapsing nebula. You reach out your hand, you could practically touch-

Freezing flames and scalding ice, the physical feeling tied up in all the emotions that seem to leak from his form. fear-grief-love-hope tumble around deep in your stomach, and you throw your entire body into the expanse.

This close you can see the marrs in the facade. The jagged edges that bleed dying realities and discarded futures. The expanse around, above, beneath you is unbalanced, incomplete. Torn.

And yet. And yet.

It’s beautiful.

Y̴̛͇͗̌͐͛ǒ̴̟͋̓̇̋u̷̢͕͂̾͐̍̂'̸̠̌͂̈̓r̶̛̞̾ě̶̳̉ ̶̨͚͒̂̍͗͠ẃ̸̮̼̮̗͆͘͜r̶͙̾o̶͍̠̊̀̚n̴̤̎̈́̌͑́g̸̥̯̗̤̍̉̈́..̸̡͇͖̱̞̑̂̍ ̸̲̱͍̮͒

The voice comes from everywhere and nowhere, thundering in your ears and whispering in your mind. It’s the song of stars and planets turning, that sound only celestial bodies can make. And it’s enough to make you aware that you’ve been saying everything out loud.

The awe that you’re feeling staring up at this great, immense being inspires so much love, so much fear in you. But not enough.

“I’m not wrong. You’re stunning. Literally.” You’re a little surprised at your ability to talk. And that what you’re saying aren’t just praises, sighs of worship at this great, awe-ful being.

He, it, Lucifer shifts away, like he’s trying to hide. But it’s like a cloud hiding the sky, you know he’s still there and still infinite, even if the brilliance momentarily defies your sight. And he’s not entirely hidden, either.

Those ragged edges - some have been clawed at, ripped and pulled by its own hands. But others…

Cut. Both careless and deliberate. The final rebellion of a shackled son.

Ỷ̶̜̳ǫ̶̫̿ͅu̶̦̘̜̍'̵̩̬͌̌̕r̶̰̈́e̸͉̐̍ ̶͚̰̻́͂n̶̨̖̝͆͝o̵̞̝̫͛͂̚t̵̡͋ ̴̧̙͈͘a̴͖̔́f̸̳̕ŕ̸̜̰a̵̞͍͌̌̓i̸̺̐͘d̷͉̰͌̒͌ͅ?̶̜͙̊͠

You snort. “Lucifer. I’m terrified.”

That loud, overwhelming singing and turning suddenly goes silent, and you watch as multiple stars collapse into one another, a black hole yawning wide and threatening to consume everything and you.

You frown. That’s not sadness, like you’d expect. It’s -

“I’m terrified of never seeing you like this again,” you hurry on to say, wanting to erase that horrible, creeping guilt in your chest. “I’m terrified for you, knowing this is a hurt you carry and always will. I’m terrified you will never share it or let us help.”

A million stars-as-eyes stare at you, while a billion more blink and turn their gaze away. It's neither reassurance nor excuse. But at least it's acknowledgement.

And that's the first step.

Leviathan

You kind of wish you had turned down the all-expenses-paid cruise. But hey - hindsight is 20/20. And you’re not one to turn down free stuff. Especially not free holidays.

The cruise is hosted by your university’s Exchange Society, advertised as an ‘opportunity to meet, work, and play cross-culturally, cross-disciplinary, and cross-communally!’ The only caveat? By agreeing to the cruise you’re taking part in an ‘Ethnographic Survey and Cultural Exchange’. You’ve participated in weirder research for less, and you have some time to kill while in the human world. Honestly, you could return to Devildom early, but you want to regain some confidence in your home plane, especially after all the shit you’ve been through recently.

The first three days were filled with rest, relaxation, and a surprising amount of productivity on the writing-front. Many coffees were consumed, and just as many cocktails were gulped down.

It’s on the third evening (the 13th of the month and a full moon) when you’re sculling down your fifth espresso martini (its about the efficiency!) that you start to feel sleepy. Which. With as much caffeine and sugar running in your veins right now, is a very big red flag.

You don’t remember closing your eyes, but you sure do remember opening them again.

You’re woken by the sound of rhythmic chants. It’s not the first time, and it probably won’t be the last. This chanting sounds practiced, but it doesn’t sound fluent. There’s a forcefulness to the pronunciation of the ancient sanskrit, one that Solomon is currently working to train you out of yourself.

Cracking open your eyes, you notice you’ve been tied up alongside quite a few of your fellow students, laid at points around a ritual circle. Your wrists are bound in front of you, and that’s just one mistake of many. Around the outside of the circle, standing hand-in-hand, are a number of hooded cultists, humming and chanting like they kind of know the words but not really. Ran pelts your face and you’re forced to squint to minimize the water hitting your eyes. By the sting it’s both rain and sea - the waves towering and crashing onto the top deck of the cruise liner.

And yet, despite all this, none of your fellow students awaken.

Glancing around as subtly as you can, you seek out the leader of the chanting. At what you assume is the northernmost point of the circle is a hooded figure, though the patchy, ill-cared for scruff growing on their chin reveals their identity: the president of the Exchange Society. His fellow hooded cultists, you now realize, are members of that same club - each of them bearing the same crest.

The volume of the chants increase just as you manage to wiggle your wrists out of the cheap rope keeping them bound. Not wasting any time, despite your heart thudding loudly in your chest, you untie your ankles and try to roll free of your position in the circle.

Your movement is immediately noticed by the cultists, and they rush to grab you. You try to cry out, to stop this nonsense, but your words go unheard over the sound of the storm and the waves.

What the fuck what the fuck what the fu-

“What are you doing, you idiots?” you try asking the two cultists holding you, and they’re surprised by the disdain in your voice that overrides your fear.

Not that you’re not terrified out of your wits - but at this point you’ve learned to roll with the punches. You’ve spent an entire year scared out of your mind and you’re very used to functioning through it.

“We’re finally summoning the Great Serpent. No one has achieved it before, and when we manage it he’ll give us all the power and riches we could ask for!” the one holding you on your right responds.

Oh shit. They’re insane. Wonderful.

Lightning crashing from above down into the sea and for a moment the sky is painted an eerie orange. Beneath your feet, deep, deep in the ocean, you can hear groaning. It sounds like rocks forced together, sliding against one another like the crust of the earth itself is splitting.

“Our Lord Rises!” cries the club president in triumph, finishing his chant.

The ocean seems to darken to the same color as the stormy sky as it rises and rises, and you’re not sure where the horizon is anymore. If there’s even a horizon at all. Something opens in the waves, dark and all-consuming. You get the impression of teeth, of venom, of a sharp and jagged tongue but they’re so much larger than the ship, than the sea itself.

Something knocks into the ship and the whole thing rocks precariously from side to side - you didn’t even realize that was possible in a ship this large. The screeching of metal assaults your ears as the mouth in the ocean widens, and you get the distinct impression that the reason why this Great Serpent hasn’t been summoned before is because it’s very likely it would’ve swallowed the whole world. Whole.

The sky around you gets impossibly darker. Unless, no. It’s not the sky. Something large, scaled, and jagged is rising up and around you, coiling around the ship. You yelp and tear yourself out of the grasp of the cultists as it comes slamming down onto the deck, narrowly avoiding crushing you.

You manage to catch yourself on the edge of the thing, the scaled coil, and you feel a bright, harsh burning in your chest.

You’re terrified. But you also feel bitter. There’s a sour taste in the back of your mouth as the inevitability hits you - why is this happening to you? Why now? Why aren’t you powerful enough to-

Wait.

Though the storm is raging and the cruise liner groans and creaks, your voice defies all this to call out and be heard clearly above the din.

“Leviathan?”

Your voice cracks across the sea like thunder, even though you’re really only calling out a name in confusion. The chanting doesn’t stop, but everything else around you does.

Lighting pauses in its arc across the sky, illuminating the ship’s deck in an unnatural light. Towering waves that tread the line between a watery mountain-range and tsunami freeze in place. The large creature too big to see or name, with its mouth open as if to swallow the sky itself seems to tense as if a shock has run through it.

Slowly its massive, earth-shattering jaw closes, though its coils do not loosen their grasp on the horizon. Then all at once, the wind, the waves, the screeching of manufactured metal joins sing together to form a voice:

"̸̧̗̪̻̬̈́.̴͔̹͗͘͜.̴̛̤͙̝̘̱͒̍̆̚.̸̨̰̪̙͂͗M̸̛͍̜̀̚͘C̸̛͔̎͛̎͗?̴̧̟̻̾̾"̵͕̗̞͋́́̽̚ͅ

At this, the chanting falters, though you barely notice it through the sheer love, relief and confusion that floods you at the sound of your name. You make sure to check your DDD - thankfully spared from the ritual nonsense that has decimated any other technology on the ship - and yup. As you thought.

“Aren’t you supposed to be at the midnight release for the latest TSL game?” you ask.

He’d been looking forward to it all week - wanting to get his hands on an exclusive copy. You’ve received message after message about the early-access footage and reviews the entire time you’ve been on this cruise.

The moon seems to dim from that brilliant orange hue as the great beast’s coils slacken. Overhead several more cables snap, and they sound almost like a pitiful wail.

“̸̣͙̿͝Ḯ̵͉̍͆ ̴̪̜̌w̸̖̽̽a̸̙̳͒͗s̵͙̤̯͒̏ ̷̨̢̬̾̕p̴̭̾ͅu̵̢̺͔͂l̶̩̩̖̐͝l̶̼̭̮͋͐̃e̵̩͈̥͒̊̎d̴̠̖̒͝ ̷̝͔̋̀a̴̛̦̺̙͑͛w̴̡̞̓͜a̸͙̰͝y̵̜̯̩̌̀.̷̧͕́”̵͈̮̝̇̊ ̷̖̤̗̓̽

By now the chanting had well and truly stopped. Several of the cult members are curled on the ground in the fetal position, blood pouring from their eyes and ears. Only their leader remains, and he seems frozen in the face of the very beast he had tried to summon - the Lord he was trying so very hard to appease.

You barely take stock of this though as you frown and approach one of the gigantic, glittering coils. The individual scales are the size of buildings and they glitter with a beautiful orange sheen.

“Aw, I’m sorry babe,” you console, reaching out to stroke one of his scales. “If you want, I can take care of this for you?”

At your touch, there’s a ripple of air, of light, of sound. The world unfreezes around you, radiating out from that point between your hand and Levi’s scale. The line between ocean and sky defines itself once more as the coils of the serpent loosen their grasp. But it’s not enough.

There needs to be one more push, an offering to satisfy the yearning, all-consuming void. Something greater than the seas and horizon itself.

You’ve got just the thing.

“I’ve decided to cut this holiday short - how about you pick up that game so you and I can play it together? We can be the first to complete the co-op route!”

It’s enough.

The ship shudders as the serpent releases it, innumerable, immeasurable coils slipping back beneath the waves. It turns to face you, its heads and limbs merging into one.

You recognize the insecurity in those eyes.

“̸I̷ ̵-̷.̷.̷.̴ ̷I̵ ̷a̶c̷c̶e̶p̴t̴ ̶t̸h̶o̸s̴e̶ ̷t̶e̴r̵m̷s̸,̶”̴ it says and you hear the words in your mind as the shape of them causes more of the ship’s supports to screech and snap. “But-”

The ocean seems to groan and tremble beneath you - the cry of unknowable creatures reverberates through the ship and into your chest. They sound mournful. And just a little bit afraid.

“Do you really w̶a̷n̵t̶ ̵t̶o̵?̶ Especially now you’ve seen me like this?”

You reach out one more time, grabbing onto the edge of the ship’s railing so you can steady yourself. Your fingers just brush against those great, beautiful, glittering scales.

“Why wouldn’t I want to spend time with one of my favourite people?” you ask. “Especially after they’ve had a bad day.”

It seems impossible, but the Great Serpent’s face flushes red - likely a reflection from the glaring alarms, but it’s beautiful nonetheless. Garbled nonsense escapes from its mouth, and this time it really is just noise and sound. No meaning to it except deliciously pleased panic.

“Sheep got your giant, forked tongue?” you tease and that mental image practically sends the Avatar into spasms. More garbled nonsense crosses your heart and your ears as it hurries itself beneath the waves.

The final trace of all-consuming blackness disappears below the horizon to reveal a shining, orange dawn. You take a moment to appreciate your continued existence - yours, and everyone else’s on the planet.

It’s a shame you’re interrupted by the scared whimpers behind you.

You sigh, approaching the president of the Exchange Society. “Sorry. Where were we?”

The man panics, flailing backwards but there’s nowhere to go besides over the ship’s ledge.

“Wh-who are you?” he stammers.

You grin your best ‘evil grin’. You’ve always wanted the opportunity to indulge in a dramatic reveal. You’ll have to reward Levi for such a thoughtful gift when you finally get back.

Satan

The human world is not without its own perils. You’re used to constantly being on your guard in the Devildom, that the instincts you so finely honed there are probably what saves you now.

Your walk home is normally a pleasant twenty minute stroll through well-lit streets. However tonight the skies have opened up and rain is pelting down like knives. There’s a shortcut through some of the commercial buildings, through the alleys that separate them. There’s also the benefit brought by all the overhangs from air-conditioning units and fire escapes, offering some slight shelter from the freezing rain.

There’s a few others thinking the same thing, and you find yourself awkwardly scooting past them, throwing a glance over your shoulder as you pass them - sometimes seeing them doing the same at you. It never hurts to be too careful.

But then you take a wrong turn. And it’s not entirely your fault.

All you know is the area around you becomes pitch black, and you’re forced to put your hands out on the grimy walls to lead you. There are dim lights from the apartments above that lead you in the direction of the street (you hope).

Lightning flashes overhead.

And that’s enough. You see him - it? - there, something extending towards you fast.

You dodge just in time, internally thanking Beel for all the times he took you out to teach you some Fangol basics. When you roll to your feet, whirling around to face your attacker, you can still barely see. But again, it’s enough to once again elude another writhing limb your way.

It grazes your side, and it feels like slimy, cool flesh pulled taut over bone. But it’s far too long and flexible for that to truly be the case. The man? Monster? Figure in front of you chuckles as you duck out of the way of his grasp.

“You have some fight in you? Oh I do enjoy a chase.”

His mouth splits open wider than a human’s would, his grin stretching up to his ears. Unlike the Little D’s or other demons you’ve run across however, there is no void within, no writing mass of darkness, sin in physical form. Instead, you see flesh and blood, a direct line to the back of this throat, his skull. Teeth extend down and you feel dread pooling in your gut.

Your body aches and throbs, and only now you notice his ‘graze’ must have gotten you a lot deeper than you thought. Both you and the creature watch mesmerized as a drop of your blood rolls from your hoodie and splashes onto the ground below, instantly diluted by all the rain.

“Oh,” the creature says, “How beautiful. Shall we see more?”

“What do you think you’re doing?”

This voice is new. And oh so very welcome. You feel yourself relaxing even before turning to see who spoke. Lightning crashes, illuminating the dark alley in bright green light. It instantly grounds you, while simultaneously making the world around you look unreal.

Satan steps between you and the creature, giving you a long, concerned look as you go.

“Two for the price of one? How fortuitous,” the creature growls. The green light from the lightning has yet to fade, and you notice now long, spiraling horns. They look like antlers - like Levi’s antlers. But the way they twist and poke is out, rather than inwards.

“A cambion? I thought your kind were all dead?” Satan responds, his tone disgusted and just a little bit curious.

He looks to be in his human form, though the edges blur in the rain. Every now and then a drop inexplicably bounces back up, in roughly the same places where his horns would be. Maybe that’s why the creature in front of you seems incensed by his words.

“How dare you speak to me in that tone. Do you know who I - ghrk!”

The change is instantaneous. Satan’s long, sharp, barbed tail whips out, piercing the creature through its chest. It lingers for a moment, the two connected while Satan stares dispassionately with vile, green eyes. Then, just as suddenly, he rips, the tail pulling its way through the creature’s chest to the side, freeing itself, flinging black blood as it goes.

Some part of you notices the way the blood settles on top of the water, rather than washing away like your own. But that part is overwhelmed with fear-love-relief, adrenaline in your veins responding to a fight that now will never happen.

“I don’t particularly care about who you thought you were when you woke up this morning. All you are now is a mistake that has been rectified,” Satan says coolly.

When he turns and sees you, it’s like he becomes a different person. Though his horns, tail, and claws are still accounted for, their presence is softened by the sheer amount of love, care, and worry directed right at you.

“Are you okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Satan fusses over you. He’s careful not to nick you with the ever-growing talons at the tips of his fingers, even as soft hands brush over your face, your shoulders, your arms.

“I’m fine,” you manage to say, teeth chattering. It’s cold - freezing in the rain.

(And maybe you’re still just a little bit spooked).

Satan takes off his jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders. You’re somewhat impressed by the way he manages to do it without nicking the fabric with his claws. But more than that, you’re grateful. His jacket is warm, and you put your arms in the sleeves to be more fully covered.

He tuts at you, while pulling it tighter over your chest. “You need to be more care-”

Grhk!

Satan’s green eyes are wide, his mouth open in shock around the long blade now stabbed through the back of his head. You barely manage to duck out of the way of the blade yourself, avoiding succumbing to the same fate.

You know that Satan is strong - he’s an Avatar for devil’s sake.

But it’s so sudden, so surprising, so horrible and graphic that you can’t help the scream that is torn from your throat as he drops, mouth open around the blade.

“Stupid runt. I’ve been wandering the Earth since the fall of the Roman Empire. You Devildom demons are soft - it takes more than an impaling to bring me down.”

The creature is back despite the gaping hole in his chest, his ribcage broken and exposed. Heart thudding in your chest, you can’t hear anything but the rain falling and the roaring of blood in your ears. You should be terrified, afraid, but -

You’re angry. Blood is rushing through your chest, your face is warm and probably red and you feel like screaming in frustration. Why is this happening to you? It’s not fair, it’s not right-

sshhhhCRASH!

Lightning strikes again, somehow greener than before. Sparks glance off the fire escape above you, falling harmlessly to the water below. It was so bright it’s b̷̮̖̊͋͛͒̂l̷̲̍͛̏̕i̷̝͉͙̗͂̀̈́̾͛̾̚͘͝ñ̶̡̜̪̥̋̈́̎͝ḓ̶͆̿̈́̉i̵̡̎n̴̛͇̗̤͊̀̀̊͠ġ̶̨̥̯̮

You blink your eyes rapidly, trying to dispel the whiteness but all you are getting is after-images that don’t make any sense. You can still hear, and what you do are screams and crunches and tears. A sword clatters to the ground but you inexplicably see one larger, more twisted, jagged, and deadly.

It feels like an eternity before you can see again. But it’s not right, it’s not real. Because what you’re seeing is a unicorn.

But not quite. There is no horn. There is only sharp, deadly steel.

You reach up and touch the horse’s skull. Sickly green fire escapes in the gaps between jaw and teeth, and though it singes your clothes it does not hurt your skin. The sword protruding out the top makes him look like some kind of gruesome unicorn. There’s no blood, only more of that green fire dripping from where the sword is impaled beneath the jaw.

The neck, the spine, and the tail of his form stretches and stretches and never seems to end. Vertebrae after vertebrae after vertebrae, each hooked, pointed and sharp and you yknow that just touching them would be enough to draw blood. Wings, black and feathered, and oddly out of place on the white bone, bleed gold from where what looks like barbed wire keeps them secured to the top of his rib cage.

Finally you bring yourself to look into the eyes of Satan’s form. The skull gives way to dark, hollow voids. They lack any kind of physical feature within, but they’re not empty. They are brimming with promise.

The promise of hurt. Revenge. Retribution.

It’s the anger of a mother whose child was taken from them too soon. It’s the fury of a serf who has been stepped on for far too long by their king.

An eye for an eye will make the world go blind.

You realize now that though Satan can very likely sense, there is not an uncovered eye in sight. There are faces that scream and spectral forms that wind through ribcages that have been torn asunder. Where their eyes would be are hideous scarred abscesses or bleeding bandages.

Again that anger is back, making you shake more than the cold ever could. The hilt of that giant, wretched sword is about at head level with you, and you wonder how hard it would be to just pull -

Satan ducks Its massive head, the horse skull - the gruesome unicorn - careful to not impale you. You take a deep breath, closing your eyes and forcing your breathing to calm. The blackness gives you a reprieve, some perspective. The anger is still there. So is the fear. But it’s not everything.

“I’m alright,” you murmur. “Thank you.”

You think he’s looking at you, but it’s hard to tell without any visible eyes. But you know him, and that’s enough.

“Can we go home?” you ask, and It takes an earthshaking step back. There’s no way It fits in this narrow alley, and yet there is always just enough space.

“Together,” you amend firmly, when you realize It - he - was moving away to let you through.

There are still no eyes, and yet you know he is looking at you in amazement

The last block of your walk, from atop the back of Satan’s massive, skeletal form, passes by the courthouse. And there, something catches your attention. It's a statue, one you're so familiar with you basically tune it out.

An eye for an eye? Perhaps that is why justice is blind too.

Asmodeus

You will swear to your dying breath (which could be quickly coming) that this was all Solomon’s fault.

The sorcerer had stumbled across an ancient jewelry box during his recent travels and had left it behind in his room unsupervised. Asmo, of course, had been fascinated by it. The three of you had been hanging out in purgatory hall alone when one of Solomon’s wards had been activated up in the human world, leaving you and the demon in his bedroom with the promise not to touch anything.

Asmo, of course, touches the jewelry box. It’s still Solomon’s fault.

The box glows with a dark energy. The temperature plummets, and all of the clocks in the room stop their constant ticking. You feel a force wave out from the box and throughout the large manor, making your teeth vibrate uncomfortably in your skull.

“Asmo, maybe you should drop-”

There’s a groan from somewhere outside.

“No need to get grumbly, MC,” Asmo croons, putting down the box. He doesn’t look affected by whatever just happened.

“That noise wasn’t me,” you say through gritted teeth.

There’s another groan, this time closer.

Followed by another.

And another.

Asmo cocks his head with his hand perched on his hip. He seems to be studying you intently.

“Are you feeling o-”

CRASH.

The door shakes in its hinges, and you jump. There’s all sorts of groaning and growling now - coming from the other side of the door and even outside the manor. You run over to the window and peer out. You wish you could be surprised by what you see, but honestly, you kind of expected it.

Crawling in from every direction is hundreds upon hundreds of bodies. All in varying levels of decay and most of them human.

THUD

You jerk away from the window as something jumps up and gnashes at you with angry teeth. The only thing stopping you from reaching a bloody end is the quickly cracking glass.

Asmo yelps loudly and grabs your wrist. He pulls you quickly into the closet, door slamming behind you.

“Does this even lock from the inside?” you ask, trying to wrestle your heartbeat down to normal levels.

Asmo tuts. “Of course it does. We made sure, just in case we’re ever interrupt-”

“Please don’t finish that sentence,” you sigh. As much as you love both Asmo and Solomon, if you get the Avatar started, he just won’t stop. “Now that we’re here, what are we going to do? I don’t think those things are particularly friendly, and the necrotic energy from that box felt pretty terrible.”

“Exorcisms aren’t really my area,” replies Asmo and you snort. No shit.

“We could always see what they want,” you offer up sarcastically, “maybe they’re just here to say hi?”

Loud groans and growls pierce the air with almost comedic timing. They don’t sound very happy. The do sound hungry.

“You don’t have any spells do you? Turn undead?” asks Asmo, his chirpy voice only wavering slightly.

“That’s-” you take a breath, willing yourself not to snap at him. “That’s a Dungeons and Dragons thing. And it’s a feature, not a spell, and I’m not even a ‘divine’ class-”

BANG

The sound of something hitting the closet door alerts you to the fact that you’ve been found. The banging continues, like something is hitting it repeatedly, trying to get in. You look around in vain, but for a ‘magic closet’, there’s very little around you that would help in, say escaping. No secret passages or anything.

You’re out of options.

“I could-” Asmo starts, but then cuts himself off. He looks uneasy - something you’ve never really seen before.

“You could what, Asmo?” you prompt, hoping that his reticence is only because the situation itself is off-putting.

His beautiful eyes lock with yours, and though you’ve never been susceptible to his charm you can’t help but think he is the loveliest creature you have ever seen. He seems to be studying you, trying to memorize your face, your hands, the ratty, blood-splattered clothes you’re wearing.

“I could transform. Into my true form,” he admits, and you don’t understand the reluctance.

There’s a growl somewhere nearby, and you hold your breath as it passes. You hope it hasn’t smelled you yet.

“What are you waiting for,” you say through gritted teeth, only after you’re sure as safe as you’re going to get while the rogue denizens of the abyss are circling.

The door rattles against its hinges again, and the thudding picks up in speed. Safe in this case, being relative.

“What if you hate me? I couldn’t bear it if you hated the way I look or feel.”

This is not the time. This is so not the time. There are zombies and monsters and all manner of chattering creatures quickly converging on your closet. Your death is moments away at the claws and teeth and spikes.

But that doesn’t matter. Asmo matters. He always will. He’s everything.

You take his face in your hands. “I trust you to not hurt me. Can you trust that I will not hurt you in return?”

Asmodeus stares at you once more. His glowing eyes are the only thing you can see in this dark, dark closet. They blink closed slowly, and that’s all the warning you get before plush lips graze against your own.

Really not the time. But you lean into the kiss anyway. If these were to be your last moments, at least you’re dying while kissing someone that you love. The lips move against yours, and you feel them brush your hands, your shoulders, your neck, your cheek - all at once.

Soft hands, clawed hands, talons, scales and carapaces brush up and around you and you feel enveloped.

You peek open your eyes, and you see him.

And he sees you, not with eyes in his face but the eyes in his chest, his arms, the ones that smile at you from the edge of your own vision. The lips and mouths continue to taste, to bite, to caress and the feeling is so overwhelming. Your eyes see wings, they see legs, feet, hands, and tails, but your mind is struggling to stitch them all together in one form.

There’s a certain beauty to each part individually, but as a whole - it’s too much. The form shifts and writhes, and as it ‘breathes out’ you see the edges flicker, dissipating in what your mind comprehends but your heart knows is not a pink mist.

Breathing it in feels like suffocating. Like drowning. It’s like that time you went to the dentist and they gave you the gas that makes you feel happy, relaxed, giddy. It’s sweet and it’s your favorite smells and tastes and you take it in like you can’t get enough. You feel so good, and you don’t want to feel anything else.

You reach out to stroke a horn, an ear, a fanged pout, and the sight of your own hand - your chipped nail polish, the tiny scratches and blemishes - brings you back, not to reality, but to him.

A moment of clarity. It’s all you need to recognize the unspoken anxiety.

You’re barely aware of the silence that has now gripped the manor. The thuds are not of flesh forcing entry but rather the collapsing of bodies. The sight of him, slipping through the cracks of the wardrobe, encompassing you, enveloping the entirety of purgatory hall, is enough to stop anyone in their tracks. Its overwhelming and overpowering and the addiction to it is instantaneous.

But all that matters is Asmo. There’s fear in those many, many eyes and no, that’s not right.

“It’s okay, my love,” you croon, and the endearment makes him, it, everything shudder. “Well done. We’re safe.”

Logically, you know this isn’t something you should be able to know, to claim. Not from the blackness of Solomon’s closet. But how could your words not be true? There’s a certainty in you - driven from your own experience, but also your faith, your trust.

Then, a voice from somewhere that’s not between the two of you-

“What did I fucking say about touching the box?”

Beelzebub

Your DDD buzzes in the middle of class. You glance at the screen as a single text notification slides across.

Bring food to study time.

You sigh. Should’ve guessed, really. You made sure that he had some of your leftovers to take with him today, but that would never be enough for Gluttony Itself.

A quick glance at your GrimmAccount reveals an unfortunately scant amount. Oh. That’s right. You loaned your latest pay to Mammon. And of course he hasn’t paid you back yet.

Well. Not in Grimm.

As soon as the class is dismissed, you book it out of RAD. If you have no grimm, then leftovers will have to do. The House isn’t too far away, and if you hurry, you’ll have time to pop in and out before you’re supposed to meet Beel in the library.

The door to the House creaks open easily at your touch, and you’d be a bit disturbed at the way it responds to your mere presence, if you hadn’t already gotten used to the way it welcomed you much earlier in your stay. The House has a heart and a soul, Barbatos explained to you once, and it’s tied to the brothers. It’s fond of you because they’re fond of you.

Your footsteps don’t echo, despite the cavernous emptiness. You think it’s the House’s way of reassuring you you’re not alone.

As you bypass the kitchen briefly on your way to your room, planning on dropping off your Mathematics text books, you notice the door to the kitchen is slightly ajar.

Huh.

Typically the House will close any doors that don’t need to be open - the need for privacy or just empty rooms in general. The fact that the kitchen is slightly open is a bit odd, but you chalk it up to the reason you’re back so early in the first place.

Still, curiosity and the cat.

You reach out, but this time, the door seems to resist your touch. It actually takes throwing your whole body against the solid paneling to get it to budge. You know you should take it for the warning that it is, but…

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An overwhelming cacophony of sound greets you the moment you finally manage to pry open the door. It’s the buzzing of a thousand flies, swirling around the room in no fixed point. Tearing and gnawing and snapping and chewing punctuate the irregular drones. In the midst of it all you can just make out the frantic patter of a quickly beating heart.

The sound is so vast and overwhelming that it takes you more than a minute for your eyes to be of any use - your brain struggling to keep up with the input, trying its best to differentiate your senses. There’s a taste in the back of your mouth that’s a little coppery and reminds you of blood but it’s delicious. Saliva pools in your mouth and you swallow and swallow and swallow. Your skin is crawling like there’s a thousand bugs scattering all over you, their tiny feet digging into your flesh to latch and grasp.

The smell is too much too, clogging up your nose and your stomach and your mind. Rotten meat, fresh flowers, dusty, empty basements, and rich wine. It’s the smell of your favorite home cooked meal but also of your bag from primary school when you left it out in the sun with a tub of yogurt and some fresh fruit for several days.

Even when your eyes do manage to get their message through, you’re not quite sure what you’re looking at.

You can’t tell whether the kitchen is covered in a thousand swarming insects and a herd of grazing deer and a pride of feasting lions, or if it’s just one being, large and interdependent, practically consuming itself like a snake eating its own tail. There are mouths and fangs and teeth everywhere you look, and they’re all eating something.

There’s also an energy to it. A constant moving and thrashing, the deer limbs sprinting away from those of the lions’, while the lions in their emaciated forms catch prime flank between their claws moments before it can slip away. You find yourself ducking out of the way of the creature’s (creatures’(?)) demented chase, stepping closer to the disjointed, sprawling mass.

Mouths that gnaw and chew snap their teeth at you as you get close, and then seem to purse closed, almost remorseful. The grasping arms and hands remind you in a way of Mammon - pulling everything around close reach out for you and you let them.While they hold you the mouths that gnaw at them pause in their meal.

“Hey,” you whisper, heart in your throat, “it’s just me.”

H̵̤̫̱̒͐͝ͅȕ̵͓̯̥̰̟̣́̀̈̿͘͜ͅn̵̝̣̪̼̗̦͕̈́̾ġ̶̹̪͑̍̂͝r̸̡̳̮̻̒͑̕͝y̶̟̫̰̅̔̃̓̃̑̕͝

It screams from all of its mouths, and it adds to the din echoing through the House. Now you know why your footsteps were silent.

The House was protecting you.

Your heart breaks.

The House was wrong.

“You’re not going to eat me,” you say firmly, and it’s not an order. There’s no telltale warmth from the pact marks, or power forcing its way through your throat.

It’s an affirmation. A fact. And the House needs to know it.

Beelzebub needs to know it.

All at once, the Chase stops. Silence greets you as the parts of him that were chewing and eating and consuming swallow each other whole, folding in and feasting on each and every limb and mouth and eye and hand and horn. It’s as sick as it is mesmerizing, and you watch until all that is left in front of you is Beelzebub in his humanoid form.

There are still parts of him not quite right - like the way his irises are not round but honeycombed and many, and the teeth that extend past his lips and jaw and further.

He collapses into your lap, and you see hints of madness in his eyes as he stares up at you.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs, biting at his lip. “It’s just… quieter when I let go.”

You think about that constant buzzing and gnashing and chewing that overwhelmed the space.

Instead of commenting on it, you gently put your thumb on his chin and softly pull down, releasing his lip from his sharp, jagged teeth.

“It’s okay,” you reassure him, even as the hunger pangs eat at your own stomach. The need to burn off excess energy also rests in your body - already you’re again craving the rush of adrenaline that’s slowly ebbing away. Gluttony, you realize, is more than just hunger.

It’s survival.

At the cost of everyone, everything else.

You run a gentle hand through Beelzebub’s hair. It’s a reassurance as much as it’s an apology of your own.

Belphegor

It’s a cool, clear evening in the human world.

Feeling quite drained after a long afternoon of training, you’re enjoying the night wrapped up in Belphie - both of you happy to just rest. The others are all still up - pulled into a low-stakes game of not-quite-poker. You can occasionally hear the cheers of Mammon every time he wins a hand, or the groans from Leviathan when he’s forced to give up one of his exclusive prints.

Belphie had fallen asleep roughly an hour ago, but you don’t think it’s a restful slumber. Even now he buries his head into your side like he’s trying to block out the world.

He gets like this sometimes. Nightmares plague even the Avatar of Sloth’s dreams. He hasn’t opened up to you with what he dreams about, but you think maybe it’s Beel and Lilith and the Fall. All you can do is try and be there for him on the nights he can’t pull himself out, running a comforting hand through his hair.

You listen to the game happening outside your doors while you play with Belphie’s dark locks. There’s a moment where you think they might wake the Avatar of Sloth when Satan shouts indecipherably at Mammon, but a quick glance reveals that Belphie appears unaffected by the noise.

Your hand is halted, however, by the cold, sharp feeling of a horn.

You pull your hand away in surprise - not because of the demon form itself, but the transformation. The sudden emergence of the horn had cut your hand slightly, and you hiss as a drop of blood lands on Belphie’s cheek.

The demon snaps up, pushing you down and flipping you on instinct. Your hands come up to protect yourself from the claws and horns, pushing at his chest while his own grasp your shoulders, close to your clavicle, tightly.

“Wait, Belphie-”

Finally the demon’s eyes snap open, and you can tell it takes him a moment to realize where he is and what’s happening. And when he does -

Terror.

Belphegor pulls his hands away from your neck and flees the room before you even have a chance to call out to him.

A few moments later, Beel rushes in, followed by Mammon.

“MC, what-” starts Mammon but Beel cuts him off.

“Why was Belphie scared?” he growls, shedding his own human form. His voice drops into a lower register and you feel like you can hear it rattling in your own chest.

“I- I don’t know,” you answer. Beelzebub is terrifying in his protectiveness, but you know that he would never hurt you. You’re one of his now. “He was having a nightmare, but then he was woken by the game and…”

You trail off. At this point, the others have wandered in, and their glowing eyes stand out in the darkness. Solomon has a witchlight bobbing beside him, and he looks more intrigued than worried.

You think back to that moment, when Belphegor woke. His hands pinning you down, claws digging into your flesh close to your neck. His nightmare and his restlessness during the day. It’s been about a year since -

Oh.

Your head snaps up.

“Where did Belphie go?” you ask, dread filling you.

“He left the house entirely, running as if Cerberus himself was on his heels,” Lucifer explains, but you could hear the worry in his tone.

“We need to find him,” you say, and it’s almost an order. “He shouldn’t be alone.”

Beel is the first to run out, chasing after his twin. He’s realized what anniversary is marked by this day. Mammon chases after him, calling out for an explanation.

You shoo the others out of the room so you can pull on some proper clothes - tugging on the first things you can find. Something in you dimly registers the jacket is one of Belphie’s soft sleeping cardigans.

When you exit the room, only Solomon remains.

“The others are all looking for Belphie, but…” he pauses for a moment, “a demon can go a long way in the human world very quickly. They could be searching for a while.”

You push past him. “I’m going too. He shouldn’t be alone.”

Solomon nods, but doesn’t make any move to follow you. “I’ll monitor the situation from here - see if I can scry for him and let the others know.”

You take maybe three steps outside the house before you realize how freezing it has gotten. The day had been quite pleasant - middle of summer, with the sun shining down all day, nary a cloud in the sky. But now you see your breath fog as you breathe out, and you shove your hands into the pockets of Belphie’s jacket. You entertain the thought of going back inside and pulling on something more appropriate but no, there’s not enough time.

Belphie shouldn’t be alone.

Grass crunches loudly underfoot as the blades have frozen solid. Your runners are only going to last so long out here now. You push on, into the garden and past the wrought-iron gates.

Every step you take, you feel like the world around you is getting darker. A mist has rolled in from over the hills, slowly obscuring the sky and everything around you. You’re shivering uncontrollably, teeth chattering loudly but -

It’s not like anyone is going to hear.

You bring your arms up around you, rubbing furiously to try and get some warmth back. Ice lodges itself in the back of your throat and you feel like you’re swallowing glass. No, this is wrong, it’s too much it’s -

Breathe.

Belphegor. Remember?

You have to find Belphegor.

You swallow again, but this time the ice has cleared. You let yourself relax slightly, heart calming down as you try and make sense of everything.

It’s dark. You can barely see three feet in front of you, and this dark mist has obscured the sky. Everything around you is muffled, like your head is underwater and the world is screaming at you but you focus.

There.

In the distance a single, f̷̟͊l̴̳͊i̶̟͗c̷͚̽k̴̮̽ë̵͓́r̴̫̉i̵͓̾ń̸̠g̸̗̔ ̷̮̌l̴̦̀i̷̘͝g̵̨̅ḩ̶̀ț̴͐ shines like hope.

You take a step forward. And then another, and another. Soon, you’re running in the direction of that light but-

You’re not getting any closer.

You continue pushing yourself until you’re out of breath, sprinting in the direction of that damn light. You don’t know where you are anymore, and you’re not sure if you could find your way back to Solomon’s manor.

Eventually, your own human body forces you to stop, your chest tight from lack of breath and your legs freezing stiff from the cold. You hate the fact that you’re human, that you’re mortal.

The moment you stop, you collapse. It wouldn’t be bad if you took a moment. What if you just rest -

A cow moos loudly somewhere to your right. It sounds sad.

Your eyes snap open. You didn’t even realize they were closed.

Slowly, painfully, you pick yourself up from the frozen ground. It takes some effort to peer through the mist, but the cow continues its mournful groans, and that helps you more than anything else to find your way through the darkness.

Your foot catches on something warm, living, breathing, and you go tumbling. Your hands shoot out to catch yourself before you crush the small calf suddenly in your way. Your head snaps up, and you meet the four eyes of the two-headed creature, your nose inches away from its left snout.

You blink. There’s something wrong here.

Constellations are reflected in the wide black eyes, glittering in the distance despite the impenetrable mist. They’re so beautiful and so far away and you knǒ̴̼ẃ̵͓ ̷̹̅y̴͍̍ŏ̶̰ṵ̷̽’̶͖̿l̶̺͝ĺ̵̯ ̵̦̚n̴͉̚ė̴͓v̴̼̋ȇ̴̬r̵̢͌ ̷͕͠r̴̪̉ḙ̷̾a̵̩̾c̶͚̐h̵̨͗-

Oh.

You take a deep, calming breath.

“Belphegor?” you call. You feel like you haven’t spoken in years.

There’s a freezing breeze pushing through the mist, but now you inexplicably feel warm. The calf has disappeared, and you’re not sure if it was ever real.

“Belphie?” You try again, “It’s ok. I’m here, nothing bad has happened.”

More and more of the world comes back to you. The sounds of crickets. The crunching of grass beneath the hooves of the nearby grazing cows. The distant calls of six demons looking for their brother.

“It was just a dream.”

These are the magic words. The freezing mists around you release their unending hold on the world around you, crawling slowly inward. Your arms feel heavier and heavier, until you realize you’re holding on to a body - its shape flickering and hazy around the edges.

“It’s ok, I’m here, I’m alive, I love you,” you press affirmations into his hair between his horns, and slowly his hands come up to grasp at your own.

Belphegor curls into you, trying to make himself small enough to be protected by your grasp. It’s such a stark difference to the vast, sprawling, helplessness of the Avatar of Sloth’s true form and you can’t help but appreciate how despite everything he’s yours.

A few minutes pass like this, and slowly you become aware of some low murmuring.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-”

“Shh,” you soothe, “It’s ok. I’m here, I’m alright, I have you, I’m not afraid of you.”

You reach out to wipe under his eyes but Belphie flinches away and your heart breaks when you realize why.

“Oh, Belphegor,” you sigh. “I’m not going to hurt you. Don’t be afraid of little ol’ me.”

He blinks slowly at you, trying to see the lie in your words. When he finds none, he relaxes further into your hold. This time, when you reach out to wipe his eyes, he lets you.

You hug him close, even as his form slips between being there and not, whispering assurances and loving words until the sun comes up.

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#obey me fic #obey me #omswd #obey me x reader #om from afar #'hes a friend from work!!'#obey me satan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #so. december huh.#I just had many ideas... so many....#levi's part was my absolute favorite bc it was inspired by that one thor ragnarok scene. you know the one.#is the fucked up sword skull unicorn inspired by DA:I's bog unicorns? Absolutely!!!#the people who read all of my tags heres a treat for you: next fic is about the brothers showing off their warrior instincts #also more 'from afar' style fics with more 'eldritch influence' hcs #also another fun fact the first thin mammon says is actually just a bunch of yellow hearts #and zalgo/demon speech interprets it like that. i thought it was fitting #really testing the limits on tumblrs tags AND text limits

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lalaangeldust · 4 years ago

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𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 & 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬

[ 𝘄𝗮��𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ] : none :)

[ 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 ] : kaminari denki // bakugo katsuki // sero hanta

𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢

ah yes, the bakusquad's resident pretty boy

he would definitely be the most obvious about his crush

two words: shitty flirting

horrible pick-up lines and just overall bad flirting

he pulls through sometimes though ( with sero's advice ) and his ego inflates through the roof if he can get you flustered and blushing

but if you give him the same energy, he will immediately combust

all function out the window

congratulations, you broke denki

none of your possessions are safe when denki is within the vicinity

shirts, hoodies, skirts, hats, jewelry, hair accessories

if he can grab it, he will have it

he has worn / stolen everything in your closet at least once, if not it is most definitely his goal

it does not matter if he fits it or not, he will make it work

he has no shame

but one time he stretched out one of your favorite skirts and it tore a bit and he felt soooo bad

"it not my fault i have a fat ass, y/n"

but he brought you to the mall on a date with him to get a new one, so it's all works out ;)

denki honestly just lives to make you laugh

every time he's the reason you're laughing, it makes his chest puff up so big

DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON MF TICKLING

if you two are close, he will without a doubt start a mock wrestling match and it always turns into a tickling fit with you pinned underneath him and wailing

but do NOT under any circumstances tickle him

he with shriek like a girl and accidentally activate his quirk

you nearly died

HE FELT BAD FOR THAT TOO

he's also just so infatuated with like- everything you do????

it doesn't matter how mundane you think it might be, as long as you're doing it, denki is so enthralled watching whatever it is you're doing

it's rather endearing

in all honesty, he'd probably blurt out he likes you outta no where while in the middle of a convo

he lights up every time your name is so much as mentioned

or- or

he'd be day dreaming, completely lost in his own world and someone would come up to him and ask him what he's thinking ab cus he looks basically dead to the world

still in a daze from being abruptly brought back to reality he'd just dreamily sigh, "y/n~" without even realizing

mans was SO embarrassed afterwards

face was beet red

*frantically looks around to see if you heard him or not*

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bonus: love languages!!

physical touch // giving

words of affirmation // receiving

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𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢

he's so emotionally constipated

that's not to say we wouldn't know he'd have feelings for you

he's actually pretty emotionally intelligent, and would be very perceptive of your emotions contrary to popular belief, he's just oblivious to his own feelings and emotions

he'd just ignore them

try his best to ignore you

key word try

but he always gives in and he'd make up dumb reasons to come bother you like-

he'd barge into your dorm while you're studying and he'd be like

"y/n i need a pen,"

"oh? uh ok, here you can have this one," you hand him a pen that you happened to have tucked behind your ear

"no not that one,"

...????

"can't you go to momo and ask her to make the pen you want..?"

bakugo starts to get grumpy at this point lmao

"no, she doesn't know how to make it,"

"well, what pen do you want..??"

bakugo hesitates cus he doesn't wanna admit that he doesn't actually want a pen, he wants to be with you

"that one," he lamely points at a beat up tinkerbell pen that you've had since you were like twelve

"really?? out of all the pens you choose that one?"

"shut up and just get it"

"... you can grab it,"

he goes and grabs it and goes to walk out the door without a word and right before he leaves he leans back and looks at you

"i need a pencil"

"OH MY GOD BAKUGO"

he kept the tinkerbell pen btw

like denki, bakugo would steal things from your dorm and not just anything, things that are actually inconvenient to misplace

he'd take your bobby pin container or your favorite brush so you'd come to him to ask where it went, he'd give it back ofc but not without a fight

he'd act totally clueless and he'd wait till you actually start to get pissed to tell you where he actually put your thing

so back to how he'd actually be very aware of your emotions

he'd notice the smallest changes and can always tell when you're upset but he wouldn't exactly know how to help you

so instead of using words, he'd use actions

you had a really bad day and he walked you to your dorm and when he came in he's like

"shit, your dorm is a fucking disaster, how do you live like this," you scowl at bakugo cus like- wtf i'm rlly emotional here you're not helping

he scoffs and bends down to start picking up your shit

"seriously, i have no idea how you find anything in here, nothing is organized" and he'd just keeps grumbling like an old man while completely cleaning and reorganizing your room

dont you dare try and help him though, he will yell at you

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bonus: love languages!!

acts of service // giving

quality time // receiving

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𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE

sero SCREAMS besfriends to lovers troupe

like- you two are already practically dating without even realizing it

the romantic tension

you guys banter and flirt with eachother so often, you both have no idea whether you're serious when you jokingly call the other sexy or not

the oblivious idiots troupe

sero makes everything a competition

not nearly to extent as bakugo would, but still goes a bit over the top

he'd use anything as an excuse to show off for you

one time, like the spiderman fanboy he is, he challenged you to see who can hang upside down the longest without passing out ( literally the stupidest idea, sero, you're going to loose braincells )

sero won, obviously and he takes full advantage of bragging rights

everyone says how denki's the flirt and whatever but NO

sero is the biggest mf flirt and denki got his game from him

so with that being said, you are not safe

HE IS A BULLY

he respects boundaries of course but that doesn't mean he's not gonna try and test his limits a bit and mess with you

he's always trying to get you flustered

god forbid you're shorter than him because he will tease the shit outta you for it

when you two train together, mf goes on overdrive ESPECIALLY if you two happen to be sparring together

he'd hover over you and lean his face in ever so slightly while your talking to him just to get a rise outta you

TILT YOUR HEAD UP WITH ONE FINGER

"could you repeat that? i'm having a hard time hearing,"

SHEEEEEEEE

but you also make fun of him for being tall, so it checks out

whenever he says some slick shit you're just like-

"I'm sorry, what? That's funny coming from someone who's above the national average height. you're disgusting, tall man; shrink perhaps" ( if anyone knows what tiktok audio i'm referencing, i'm in love with you )

hope you have your casket ready because sero's gonna slaughter your ass for that shit

ok but one time while you two were partnered up for hero training, you got on his nerves and he tied you up and left you hanging and the mf just left

maaaan were you livid

15 minutes

15 minutes you were left up there while sero was doing god knows what

you gave him the silent treatment for the rest of the day and sero was genuinely distressed cus he didn't mean to make you so mad

but lucky for him, he always knows how to get you to smile no matter how sad or are or how angry you are with him

he shoots you a piece of tape with his handwriting on it

he made up some stupid, horribly written poem asking for your forgiveness and he's just looking at you the entire time you're reading it with an exaggerated pout

how can you say mad at him?

on the topic of him sending you notes on his tape

he'd totally leave pieces of his tape in really obscure places in your dorm or even under your desk

they'd be really stupid messages too like-

"you stink"

or a really random inside joke you two have that makes literally no sense but even just the thought of it makes you laugh to tears

he'd also leave little origami figures he made with his tape in random places for you to find too

or he'd just give them to you

you have a shelf specifically dedicated for the things sero has made for you ( and he's really touched you actually keep all his shitty arts and crafts projects )

in conclusion, sero is the best and he is my favorite and i'd die for him

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bonus: love languages!!

gift giving // giving

physical touch // giving and recieving

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If you guys want, i can elaborate on their love languages in another post! <3

𝒇𝒊𝒏 . ✩

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birdybirdnerd · 2 years ago

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Do you have any hcs for your stanarrator? :D In somewhere else and orbiting bodies! I just finished reading both and was curious, I love hearing authors thoughts, no pressure to answer hehe ^^

oh man ive got so many its not even funny holy shit. gonna put these under a cut bc i can talk for days

so im not gonna go super into like. serious headcanons for somewhere else stanarrator because honestly a lot of it is plot relevant and i dont wanna spoil too much about whats upcoming, but ill happily dump a bunch of fluff for them before moving onto orbiting bodies bc honestly theyre two Completely different creatures

idk if im gonna go into it in the story but i consider somewhere else nar to be agender! he chose the body he did just bc it felt right, but has no strong opinions on how hes referred to. in the game hes referred to himself as an 'it' before, and so prior to his humanization that was all he was. might have him play around with gender presentation later on, especially if i can have him and micah bond more since theyre also a flavor of nonbinary, but ive already got enough bonding shit between the boys and the seguras that i might save it for a side-story oneshot thing, idk

stanleys love language is listening and acts of service. narrators is gifts and words of affirmation (if he can ever get over himself and also learn what Feelings (tm) are)

aksdjfs so one of my most popular posts is about nar getting into tabletop games to work on his control issues and not to spoil anything but... that is exactly whats gonna happen at some point. that post was literally me rambling out of context abt story planning, its hilarious to me it escaped containment. but yeah one of his problems is letting a story develop naturally, letting the characters do their own thing and seeing where it goes; he gets so mired in the details of the plot, that he forces the characters into doing actions that would be considered out of character, just to keep things moving along the way he thinks they should. in the parable, where he was god and stanley was the only player, it was easier for him to railroad and thats one area where bitterness cropped up. in the real world, with multiple players playing their own characters and no real power over their fates? itd be good for him to be able to tell a story collaboratively, to indulge in what he loves and was essentially made for, without it messing him up or him messing others up through it

nar is the epitome of britishness at first glance. except. he cannot drink black tea. the tannins give him a headache, he discovers to stanleys endless delight. stanley meanwhile is so immune to tannins he can chug black espresso straight and its horrifying for everyone to witness thank you for coming to my ted talk

alright and now for orbiting bodies :>

first off, im saying this here and now, and im gonna try my damndest to work it into the next installment whenever that comes out but this version of stanarrator isnt romantic and wont be. we need more aros that fuck, and while theyre undoubtedly important to each other, you can be close and intimate without it being romantic in nature. so yeah fuck your best friend go crazy its fun

blame royce for sticking this phrase into my lexicon but these two are absolutely constantly engaged in a rabid switch fight. i mean have you HEARD the countdown monologue? yeah orbiting bodies narrator is sub as fuck but this man Will dominate stanley at some point. very soon ehehehe

also, since nar was the one that made his own body, he has full modding capabilities over it. this means he can make it look and act entirely how he wants to, including messing with the parts of it and swapping them out. this is a surprise tool that will help us later

oh oh and sort of tangentially related to that: while he obviously does feel everything thats done to his vessel and experiences things from it from a first person pov, its not Him. doodlingbot had a similar thing crop up in their blogs canon, but what im talking about boils down to this: if anything were to happen to the body, like, say, it getting pushed off the cargo lift, thats not the end of things lmao. at any point nar can sever his connection to the body, including severing specific things like physical sensation. then its just a matter of loading it back in, good as new and then proceed to smack stanley good for being a little shit lmao

anyways yeah. im not good with headcanons that arent plot relevant but have fun! might add more on later if i think of them :>

#personal #ask #anon #the stanley parable #tsp stanarrator #orbiting bodies #somewhere else

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purposelynana · 3 years ago

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What Did I Watch: #22

Nothing.

Kidding.

I watched too many western series. Thanks to Skam and all of its remakes. I decided to just not caring about kdramas, cdramas and thai dramas. New challenge and new territory, that's all I need. But obviously we can't just go away from the things that shaped us. Below I've listed all the series that I watched on the past weeks.

Skam France

wtFock

I kinda wish to watch all of the Skam's remakes that is out there but it was hard. Like I struggled a lot with using google drive and so on just to download the episode. I had to save it in my cloud drive for re-watch purpose. But still, it was too damn inconvenient for someone that used to this kind of stuff back when I was a little bit younger. Right now, I just hope the show that I want to watch available in any streaming services.

Yet, there's a reward for every effort that we put. Those shows are freaking good. I could biased because I love the original one. But nope. I legit thinking Skam France shot in film camera because it was flawless. And the acting in wtFock made me in awe. These kids were first-timers and still they even better than any teenager actors that I came across before this. Gosh. What a joy just to find a show which trigger you in a good way and taught me in life better than a freaking preacher.

God, I miss Axel.

Eyewitness

I was bored okay. And tumblr gives me this weird algorithm and then I found this little gem. The perfect epitome of 'be gay, do crime'. I feel inclined to have the show more into noir-ish vibe but then, it didn't go there. I want to like it so bad but the camera language was terrible at times. When I look at on who's the director, well it's the least surprising name out there. Ha.

9-1-1: Lone Star

Because it was on a freaking trending topic for days.

Abbott Elementary

Actually this is the first time I finished a whole season of sitcom. And thank god, it was funny enough for me to continue.

Meng Hua Lu

On hold indefinitely. Its feminism point of view felt too unrealistic. Plus, they weren't willingly to go there for the sake of censorship. Fortunately the romance, for the first time, was actually make sense and look at that shot. Beautiful. Stunning. Gorgeous.

The Summer I Turned Pretty

Team Connie all the way. We all should just make older siblings union. He deserves all the hugs in the world. I relate to him, me, a 27 years old spinster, relate to a freaking teenage angsty boy. He had a lot of baggage and I couldn't imagine when Susannah really really [redacted] how bad he can be.

Obi-Wan Kenobi

WHAT A FINALE.

Thank God I could live long enough to see this. To see Deborah Chow performed magic on my screen. To look at Hayden Christensen back as Vader, my fucking role model. Yes you read it right. Darth Vader is someone I'm aspire to be. And Ewan McGregor, hands down this is Emmy-nominated performance yall. Come on. COME. ON.

Maybe it was nostalgia or whatever. It was clearly a nostalgia that brought us to our screen, to increase our expectations, and to connect with a certain joy which probably last appeared more than decades ago. It was nostalgia and legacy, whichever it is, evidently set me up into this journey that led to Star Wars. A great reminder I was build like this because of Star Wars. The interest which initiated early by my father. The very first movie that I watched before I knew anything else is A New Hope and that memories engraved deeply in my heart. So, by watching Obi-Wan and absorbed any kind of life values contained in it, felt like a full circle to me. Everything is finally coming back to its own place.

And let's remind people, you can't create someone more tragic than the life of Anakin Skywalker. No one could ever come close to him.

#skam france #wtfock #eyewitness #obi-wan kenobi #meng hua lu #the summer i turned pretty #what did i watch

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moons-and-stars-and-shit · 4 years ago

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Heyo I’d like to request a cake pls 🍰 Okay so I’m 5’4” (she/her), average body but kinda curvy lmao. I got brown eyes, light brown middle-length hair with bangs. Apparently I’m an INTP but also reaaally down to go out and party whenever possible. Also I’m the crackhead friend, funny, weird/dark humor, loyal, kinda arrogant whoopsie, realistic but I like to dream. I take care of my friends but I also love watching them do crazy shit. Also I’m the kinda friend that is always right about suspicious guys or fake friends. When you come to me for advice I’ll tell you what you need to hear, not what you want to. I’m absolutely stubborn, a perfectionist but sooo damn lazy so these things collide badly. I’m a sarcastic bitch and if you can’t handle some roasting or jokes I’m not the kinda girl for you. I’m a hard forgiver (really ugly trait of mine) and I’m the kinda person that when I forgive, I’ll never forget. I’m usually pretty shy in public or let’s say quiet because strangers don’t interest me. I love the friends that I got but I am open for new aquaintances. When you get to know me I’m absolutely crazy. I will show you my love mostly through actions not words. That’s also why I like to receive actions more than just some “i love you”. Text me, send me a meme that made you think of me, those kinda things. I looove going out and being drunk but most of the time I prefer to be alone or stay at home. Then I mostly watch anime, netflix, draw, play video games, read sth or idk just chill with friends. I mostly fall for the funny/tough guy and don’t need a sensitive boy. Sorry kinda long but well, hope that’s okay ✨

Ok so your my guinea pig for a new layout, hopefully this makes my hc a little more organized. Enjoy!

🍰 for @nozraelart

Romantic Matchup

Kuroo Tetsurou

How yall met

Ok so you're in a lot of his classes

And yeah he thought you were pretty

But what really drew him to you was the things that would come out of your mouth

Like one day he just walked by your desk and heard you say

“All I'm saying is what if your getting choked all you need to do is say harder daddy and they'll stop”

Mans almost spit out his drink

So one day he was shocked to see you in the gym talking to the coach

Obviously, he was curious so he went over to investigate

Turns out you were going to be the new manager of Nekomas Volleyball Club

You grew quite close to him during practice which then transitioned into becoming closer with him after practice too

He asked you out after like 3 months of you managing the team

What they love about you

He loves your humor

Like yeah the dark jokes catch him off guard sometimes

But he thinks they're still funny

He loves how sarcastic you are

He has never been able to find someone who can take his jokes with a grain of salt

And not only are you able to do that but you're able to throw a jab or two right back at him

He loves that you're what he calls a “realistic dreamer”

Now don't get him wrong he's all about people having dreams or the future

Its when those dreams are very unrealistic when he gets irked

Like if someone said their plan for the future was to win the lottery and just live a happy life

Kuroo would be like 😐

But you don't do that!

Whenever you tell him about your dreams they’re very achievable and he loves that you know what you can achieve and what you can't

What you love about them

You love that he can handle your humor

Some people have heard your jokes and just decided to stay away from you cause it was too dark

Or some people have ditched you because they got sick of your teasing

But not Kuroo!

Once again he loves your sense of humor and he wouldn't change it for the world

You love that Kuroo does things to show you he loves you

From what you said it sounds like your love language is acts of service and/or receiving gifts

So lucky you Kuroo if the perfect boyfriend for that

He does little things like help you with school, help you reach something on a high shelf, he even helps you with some of your managing duties!

He also buys you things

Snacks

Drinks

Stuffed animals

You name it he’ll buy it

Favorite things to do together

Oml he's always down for movie nights

He loves nothing more than cuddling with you on the couch and watching movies

He also loves to just sit with you and read

Ok but have you seen him with glasses 👀

And this last one is more of a group activity but he likes to play video games with you and Kenma

Random Hc

He bought you this necklace

He likes to send you memes

They don't even have to be romantic

He just likes sending memes

He helps you get ready for parties

And by that I mean he makes you put on a fashion show and he helps you decide what outfit to wear

He confessed to you with the classic love note

Friendship Matchup

Kenma Kozume

How yall met

Your Kuroko's gf so naturally you became Kenmas friend

But before he knew you as Kuroo's gf he knew you as the manager of his team

He didn't really care for you at first

Until you showed some interest in video game

Then he got to know you and realized how cool you were

Why you became friends

You saw him playing his switch at a training camp

So you decided to go see what he was playing

He was playing animal crossing and for some reason, he had what looked like Kuroo in a cage???

You: “Hey I have that game back home”

Kenma: oh … that's cool

You: Is that supposed to be Kuroo in the cage

Kenma: Maybe...

You: His hairs a little too neat here try this

He handed you his switch and when you gave it back Kuroo's avatar had the craziest hair the game could offer

Oh yeah that was the start of a glorious friendship

What yall love about each other

He loves that you encourage him but don't push him yk

Like if he's practicing a little harder you'll tell him that he's doing a good job

But you won't say things like oh you should practice like this all the time

He also likes how you tell Kuroo off for taking his games >:)))

You: Kuroo give him back his switch

Kuroo: But y/n he needs to eat

You: He is 16 I think he can take care of his basic needs

You love how low maintenance Kenma is

Like if you ever need a friend to just chill with Kenmas your guy

You also love that he's not the most social person either

So if you two ever go out together at least you'll always have each other to talk to

Random Hc

Now even though Kenma seems shy

When it's just you two mans is a CRACKHEAD

And even if you told someone how he really acts they would never believe you >:(((

Your favorite game to play together is Mario kart

But be aware that this game can get a little...violent

He lets you help him dye his hair

And if you ever want to dye yours too hell help

You guys pick fun of Kuroo CONSTANTLY

Kuroo rn 🥲

#haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu fandom #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu matchups #kuroo headcanons #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo hcs #kuroo x y/n #kuroo x reader #kenma kozume #kenma hcs #kenma headcanons #kenma x reader #kenma x y/n

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jungwnn · 3 years ago

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Hiiiii😚 i wanna request for a ship with txt, enhypen and bts, thank you soo much for taking the time to do this!☺ I hope you have a good day, stay healthy and take care for yourself🤗

INFP-T | enneagram type 4 | sun: Sagittarius, moon: Cancer | Hate studying anything except English | Competitive when it comes to things I love and am passionate about | Like creative writing and interior designing(basically architecture) | Novels over movies | Even if i watch movies its either action or angst-drama, and always like the evil characters more than the good ones because I'm able to sort of understand why they do what they do, I believe everything has a reason, and every action is a result of something | I also believe in soulmates, love at first sight and all sorts of tropes like these | Obsessed with Greek and Roman mythology and ancient Egypt and just in general medieval eras | Love taking polaroid pictures and traveling | Aesthetic all the way, love being in the nature | I love fairylights and abstract paintings and night walks and stargazing | Love sad things | I'm sensitive to smell and don't like artificial scents | I like going to libraries and museums and cathedrals and old medieval buildings, beaches also and other nature aesthetic places | Always observing little details about everything that other people fail to notice | Easily scared or startled | Have huge trust issues and very sensitive | Have very few friends and am loyal before anything | I'm moved by little things and don't really like much of fancy dates, I like it simple and my favorite would be walk along the beach at night | Am very open-minded and wise but no one's really aware of that | Like disturbing people and then giving puppy eyes | Shy at first but when you get close with me I'm very loud, talkative, playful and annoyingly funny and weird | Just realized it yesterday that i tend to 'huh' a Lot | Clingy with people I am very close to(might even jump and koala hug them tbh) | Everyone's comfort pillar | Very expressive with words and actions | CLUMSY(I hit or bump into something at least once a day) | Love eating (taking advantage of my never getting fat genes lol) but am sort of quite picky | 5'2 - 157cm and I like tall people but I have no problem connecting with people on the shorter side of the height spectrum | Baby voice and baby face | side bangs and dark brown short almost straight hair which reaches just 4cms above the shoulders | Big chocolate brown eyes | Have slightly honey tanned skin | I'm a crybaby too, like if someone I love or care a lot about is getting scolded for whatever reason or they are sad or something then I tend to cry immediately. And while watching or reading sad things too | I do random sounds or actions too and I noticed recently I go 'huh' and 'uh' all the time | sometimes I don't even understand myself like a few days back I was wearing a black sock on my left foot and a white one on my right and then i forgot that i wore mismatched socks so when I noticed it after a while I got fascinated for literally no reason then within seconds i forgot about it again and then when it came to my notice again i got fascinated again and this went on the whole day lmao | My fashion style leans towards boho chic/bohemian and casual | And prefer bare face over makeup and converse over other footwear and dusk(sunset) over dawn(sunrise) but in the album I like dawn ver more🤭 | I love spicy and sour food and have a high tolerance of spice | And my love languages are acts of service>physical touch>quality time>words of affirmation.

YOU SOUND SO INTERESTING AND COOL LETS BE FRIENDS 🙄✋

in txt i ship you with!! Beomgyu !!

pls I can already already see yall fighting over movie chararters😭 I just get the vibe y’all met in a really weird way like he was reaching over to grab a random ass toy and you were too and bam!!! Talking, numbers exchanged. He instantly fell in love with you dude. Like gyu isn’t one to simp but your the exception here. Like dude had a big smile when you responded to his text message. Will he ever tell you that he would bounce up like a puppy whenever he got even a notification hoping it was you?? No. Never. That never happened I swear. There was a time where kai texted and was like “hey soobin said practice in an hour” and gyu straight out texted back “idiot shush I’m waiting” and Kai was just like ??? “...ur weird” basically gyu is literally in love with you from the beginning like it’s insane. That doesn’t stop him from teasing you though. Dude you better stay on high alert this dude is constantly pranking you. They are all harmless but if he ever did hurt you or do something wrong. He will instantly hug you and literally apologize all day and shower you in love. Just finding comfort in each other!! Like he is always there to listen to you talk about anything and just comfort you, He also trust you enough to share his issues! He loves to call you idiot all the time but he says it in the sweetest way or just to tease. He also loves to carry you, it makes him feel super tall ( esp when moas be calling him tiny 😭) also sleepy gyu!! Clingy!!! Let’s say y’all went on a date just a quick ice cream and a walk around the park right, He would look at you and be like “your so pretty~” then you look up and be like “huh? What did you say?” And he would just pull you closer to his side and be like “nothing idiot~” in the same cheeky sweet tone. Then later on that day y’all would just to hang out on the couch cuddled up. He was obviously tired since he was yawning every five seconds. He pulled you against his chest and just started mumbling about how happy he was to have you!! But that’s for your ears only!!

Your overall relationship would consist of:

☼lots and lots screaming like dude is loud but he is expressing his love so it’s okay!

☼movie marathons!!

☼pls don’t use puppy eyes on him he’ll cry at how cute you are

☼let him kiss your forehead and your head he wants to be tall

☼he makes u meals but sometimes they burnt 😣

☼brags abt you all the time like I’m pretty sure taehyun knows your favorite food and your birthday by how much gyu talks

☼he loves listening to you talk abt your interest and fascinations !!

so for Enhypen I ship you with !! Mr.Jake sim!

I just know this boy loves you for your witts bro, like.. how can you be so smart, interesting and pretty at the same time?? Like you completely captured this boys heart!! He loves hearing you talk about Roman and Greek mythology and ancient Egypt!! He thinks it’s honestly so amazing to listen to you speak about your interest🥺 He has this thing, where like whenever you do something cute or he just looks at your face he just walks over and squishes your cheeks. He loves loves loves showing physical affection! He WANTS you to know that you are the light of his life and you make him so so happy!! He talks abt Layla to you all the time and even called you her mom like WOAH. Speaking of mom, Jake gives me the vibe he talks to his parents about you!! Like mans is so serious abt you he just adores you!! Dude is so worried about you when you bump into things, like let’s say you accidentally hit a wall. He will be by your side in a second telling you to be more careful them kissing your forehead. He calls you princess 🧍(HAVE U SEEN THAT ONE FAN CALL BYE) he also treats you like a princess as he should. I have a feeling when he can’t see you in person he calls you and y’all will fall asleep on call. like he would be all sleepy and be like “i miss you :(“ and just talk about your guys day and it would be so sweet!! I’m sure you get the idea !! He’s in L word with you hardcore!!

Your overall relationship would consist of!!

☼he always buys snacks for you because he wants his baby to eat well

☼he is a romantic he loves taking walks on the beach with u!! (And Layla)

☼always compliments your eyes !!

☼always gets you flowers or lil things that remind him of you !

☼he has you as his wallpaper!

☼if y’all go see scary movies together he will most definitely try to act tough and protect you but he fails and hides his face in your neck

☼CHEEK KISSES!!!

for bts I ship you with !! Kim taehyung himself !!

okay okay!! I feel like taehyung loves your mind, he loves hearing your side of things and just loves everything about the way you think! He truly thinks your a piece of art !! like homeboy just loves spending time with you and just talking. He is a hopeless romantic like he loves taking you out to dates that mean a lot to both of you! He takes you to art museums and beaches and takes so many pictures of you!! he has a whole folder dedicated to you!! He also loves hanging out with you and your guys friends!! He just wants everyone to know he’s with you forever and ever!! He is the kinda dude to rest his elbow on your head like deadass just to tease you. He takes you to his hometown often because like I said he wants a future with you!! Expect a lot of snacks from his mom because she adores how happy you make him and he is just!! ugh you lucky lucky girl!! He likes to travel with you, like he can be so unpredictable!! dude will sit there and go “for dinner can we get pizza? Also I got us a trip to Paris for my week off” LIKE OKAY WE GET IT YOUR RICH!! But good for you I guess🙄 also matching outfits. He’s buying you a matching beret and your gna wear for that boxy smile idc. He looked at your matching socks and instantly wanted to try and now he claims it’s the coolest shit ever like Yoongi is always like “why tf?? You bought these in pairs?” Like mind your business Yoongi. His baby does it so he wants to do it too !!🙄✋

overall relationship!!

☼kisses on the lips all the time

☼plane ride cuddles

☼ur boyfriend is your professional photographer

☼pls tell him he’s a good boyfriend he just wants to make you happy

☼always talks to you abt the future <3

☼no joke he has y’all’s kids names planned

☼fun fact.. he bought you a promise ring 😣

a/n aaa!! I hope you like it!! I’m so sorry for the wait!!

#enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen imagines #jake enhypen #jake imagines #jake sim #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu x reader #tommrow x together imagine #choi beomgyu #bts imagines #bts #bts taehyung #taehyung imagine #taehyung x reader

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kageyuji · 5 years ago

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sfw alphabet for Kirishima?

Taglist: @transmantrash @rycbar-221b @squeaky-ducky

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

*pats roof of kirishima* this sweet boi can fit so much love inside

He’s pretty affectionate, although he makes sure to ask before any PDA or the first time he goes to touch you (even if it’s hand holding or a hug)

I can see him burying his face in your neck a lot

He’s a sucker for domestic life, but we’ll get into that later

All in all, he’s pretty affectionate

I feel like his love language is a mix of physical touch and acts of service

Of course, he gives his fair share of the other love languages, but those two just stood out to me

He loves physical affection, he’ll occasionally just pull you into his lap and bury his face into your back/the crook of your neck

And he just kinda wraps his arms around your waist and holds you close

He also loves doing things for you

Like standing up for you, helping you with homework, or getting you gifts

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Sunshine boi

He’s so nice as a best friend?

Like of course he’s nice but the ingredients in a Kirishima is just kindness and adorable obliviousness (is that a word? Idk)

He’s probably one of those people that stay up until midnight so he can be the first one to wish you happy birthday

He’s somewhere between the funny friend and mom friend

Like I can see him having band-aids on hand at all times

And making sure you’re drinking water, eating, and resting when you’re supposed to

But at the same time he’s the friend that makes a joke in most situations

He’s pretty optimistic, so even in battles he’s trying to smile and make you smile, just so you don’t feel discouraged

Kiri would definitely call you at like 4 in the afternoon just to say he missed you and ask if you wanted to hang out

Speaking of hanging out, he’d also FaceTime you or go to your house just to kinda enjoy your company without actually having to talk to each other

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again

Kiri loves cuddles

He is an absolute cuddle monster and no one can convince me otherwise

He doesn’t really care how, he just wants to be close to you and hold you

He especially likes putting his head in your lap and letting you absentmindedly play with his hair

Another favorite is just like,, engulfing you lmao

He likes to hold you against his chest with his arms around you

It makes him feel really manly

Like he can protect you from anything

The Confidence(tm) it gives him

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Absolutely

He’s not one of those ‘trophy wife, white picket fence, 2.5 kids’ guys necessarily

But he’s a sucker for domestic life

in the fact that he likes waking up a little before you and seeing you walking into the kitchen with messy hair, sleepy eyes, and pajamas still on

Kisses, even though neither of you have brushed your teeth yet and you’re half asleep

He’s actually pretty good at cooking

He’s weirdly good at cooking pancakes, I can’t explain why he just is

Blueberry pancakes, chocolate chip pancakes, strawberry pancakes, they’re absolutely perfection whenever he cooks them

He is not that great at cleaning though

He tries, don’t get him wrong, he tries

Kiri also really likes lifting you up off the ground when you hug

Or waking you up with light kisses all over your face

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Honestly I can’t think of a reason why he would break up with them unless it was a matter of their safety/happiness

Or they did something really wrong/the relationship was toxic

But anyway, he’d go about it really cautiously

Because like I said, he wouldn’t do it because he lost feelings or something, he would still probably love you and not want to break your heart

Even if you broke his heart

So he’s gonna sit you down at a time when he knows you’re in the right headspace

He’d politely explain to you why, trying to phrase it the best way he knew how to

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I’m gonna be honest he’s ready for commitment pretty early on into the relationship

He gets attached pretty quickly, and when he does he gets insanely attached

But if he doesn’t feel like you’re 100% ready he won’t ask for your hand, and even after he does think so he’ll wait a long while just because he doesn’t want to rush anything

He has no problems with commitment, he likes feeling like he belongs somewhere

It makes him feel wanted in the same way he wants to be close to you all the time

He would die if you called him your husband/fiancé

Also, he calls you mr/mx/mrs Kirishima all the time and the smile on his face will not fade for the next few hours

After you agree to marry him, he wants to schedule the wedding as soon as possible

Obviously, he doesn’t want you to feel like he’s rushing things, but he’s just so happy that you wanted to actually marry him

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He’s gentle both physically and emotionally

Well, he tries to be physically gentle

He sometimes forgets his own strength or accidently turns his hand or something hard

But mostly he’s pretty gentle

and if he does hurt something/someone, he always makes sure to apologize and help fix whatever damage he’d done

And he feels so bad about it, the poor sweet babie

I can’t see him being rude to anyone, like ever lmao

I mean, you saw him feel bad for the guy who was trying to attack him in that one episode right?

Emotionally, he is very gentle

He’s very sweet, always offering his S/O compliments and doing sweet little things for them

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

The man loves hugs ok

And you know he gives good hugs

Like the ones where you’re kind of trapped in his embrace but it’s not like you’re complaining because you just feel so safe

But if he’s excited or hasn’t seen you in a while, it’s bone crushing

^^ He sometimes forgets his own strength, and therefore hugs just a little too tight when he isn’t paying attention

Also, he picks you up to hug you during those instances

He hugs...a reason amount?

Wait what’s a reasonable amount I’m touch starved

Like it’s not like he is hugging you every few minutes, but it’s not like he never hugs you

Maybe once when he first sees you, or when the two of you are parting ways

And he also hugs for comfort, but we been knew

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Oh, he says it the second he knows for sure

Although, it might be at a seemingly random time

Like you’ve just cracked some dumb joke and it suddenly hits him

And he just kind of blurts it out whether you two are alone in the room or not

Or maybe he can’t sleep one night, his mind is running crazy, and he realizes he can’t sleep because he’s thinking about you

And he texts you at 2 AM to tell you because for him it’s so important that you know in that instant

He doesn’t even care if you’re awake to respond, he needed to say it before he could sleep

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He gets a more insecure type of jealous

And he hates that he gets like that

Because he trust you and he wants you to know that

So for him to feel jealous makes him feel like he’s saying he doesn’t trust you; when, in fact, he trust you with his life.

When he does get jealous, you’ll know

He ask you if you think he’s manly enough for you

When he’s jealous, he always has his arms wrapped around you, holding you closely against himself

He tries to convince himself he doesn’t need to feel jealous of the other person because...you don’t like them, do you?

He usually ends up failing in convincing himself and winds up not-so-subtlety trying to get you away from the person.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Kirishima’s kisses are always full of passion

His hand are always somewhere on you

Whether that be your waist, your back, your face, he just needs to be holding you

Usually, it’s just pecks on the tip of your nose or your forehead

But whenever he sees you for the first time in a while, after arguments, run-ins with villains, and similar circumstances his kisses are full of passion and longing

Also, he likes when you kiss his shoulders? I don’t even know why, he just loves it

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Kids loves him

They think him and his quirk are so cool!

And plus he’s really gentle and sweet with them

He shows off a lot infront of them because he’s trying to impress them

He talks to them a lot, telling them all about his hero work and how he used to have absolutely no control over his quirk

It’s a lot encouragement towards them

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He usually wakes up a little after the sun, not too early but not too late.

If you’re asleep, he won’t wake you up, he knows you probably need the sleep

Instead he’ll go cook you breakfast and bring you some in bed

If you wake up before him, please for the love of all things holy, wake him up with light kisses all over his face

He would die of fluff overload

Once both of you are awake, he pulls you against his chest and sits there until he can wake up mentally

Ok but can you imagine tired, shirtless standing in the kitchen sipping coffee?? That’s my sexuality

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He’s the type that falls asleep on the couch watching TV

So he doesn’t actually go to bed until like midnight

He’s the type to get up at like 2 am to get some food or something and you think there is someone stealing lmao

He’s always holding you in some way when you’re sleeping, even if he just has his leg barely pressed against yours

Although he would much rather be cuddling with you

He takes night showers, so can we just take a moment to appreciate Kirishima with his hair wet

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Kirishima’s not the type to say everything all at once

But I also can’t see him being the type that just randomly mentions things and leaves you sitting there like ‘?’

He probably does it pretty early on in the relationship, or if you were friends first he starts mentioning stuff a month or two into the friendship

He mentions it slowly, not wanting to scare you away

Although, he is a pretty open person so there are some things you’ll be able to figure out right off the bat

He’s not very secretive with you, especially not after he opens up to you

So any fights you may have definitely aren’t because he’s hiding things from you

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Not very

He may get frustrated with himself a fair amount

But he doesn’t get very angered at other people very often

He’d much rather talk about what’s bothering him than argue or keep things bottled up, but he usually doesn’t have many problems with people

He would gladly take his time with anyone who asked for his help instead of getting impatient and starting to yell like other people might *cough* bakugou

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers a fair amount

Obviously he can’t remember everything you say

He does remember random little things you say, though

Like sometimes he might get you a plushie of your favorite animal that you might have mentioned you liked once.

It’s little sweet things like that

And obviously he remembers the important things about you, like your birthday or what you’d like to do once you graduate

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He remembers how a few months after you two started dating, he saw you were wearing his hoodie

It was actually a Crimson Riot hoodie, he’d had it for a while but he loved it

Of course, you knew how much Kirishima admired Crimson Riot

So you assumed he was smiling because the hoodie had been buried in his closet for who knows how long and he was seeing it for the first time in a while

“I like the hoodie, where’d you get it?” He joked, sitting down besides you

You just smiled and leaned on his shoulder

“Ya know, Kiri, I like it. But I think I’d like it a little more if it said ‘Red Riot’.”

His heart fluttered, you’d always supported him when im came to his dream to become a hero

But still, to hear you say that, it made him so happy

And he couldn’t deny that it made him fall just a little more in love with you

No, Kirishima could not function properly for the rest of the day

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Kirishima is protective of you but not in the “I’m not letting another man around you ever, you are not allowed to have friends, Nope” kind of way

It’s more of an “I just want you to be safe” kind of way

So he’s always there make sure you’re safe, he doesn’t know how he would be able to forgive himself if he couldn’t save you from something

Especially if you have anxiety, he wants to be there to ground you, to be the reason maybe your anxiety isn’t so bad

He actually doesn’t like being protected himself, though

Apparently it “isn’t manly” so he’ll always insist that he doesn’t need help

Even though he usually does

He needs more of an emotional type of protection, if that makes sense?

He justs needs someone there to hold him and tell him that everything is gonna be ok

Or really just someone to talk to, you don’t even have to listen

Because lets face it, he has a lot of insecurities from when he was bullied in middle school

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Ok so he’s not the type to plan big, extravagant parties and stuff for you

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t put a lot of time and effort into his gifts

He remembers what you like, what you don’t like

He take notes of all the little things, if that makes sense

He remembers your favorite flowers, your favorite animal, your favorite everything

He also remembers your favorite places, where you went on your first date, where you first met, where you had your first kiss, places like that.

So usually any time you have an an aniversary it’s at a special place

Also, he’s more of a pleaser than someone that likes to be pleased, so he does a lot of stuff for you

Like he’ll get you gifts just because he wanted to see a smile on your face

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He says “manly” a lot

He doesn’t have many, to be honest

If anything, it’s that he’d break himself before he gives up

Especially when it comes to you

He would use his last breath trying to protect you

Which can be an issue for you, you just want him to be safe

And then there’re goes, losing sleep trying to do things for you

When in reality the only thing you want from him is for him to be healthy and happy

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He doesn’t mean to be

In fact he hates that he is

But after being bullied so much in middle school, he can’t help but feel a little insecure from time to time

Which is why he dyed his hair, started working out

That’s not to say that he’s vane about it, he doesn’t brag and think that he’s better than other people

But he isn’t as self conscious as he used to be, and especially not now that he has you at his side

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

No, he couldnt feel whole without you, not now that he knows what it feels like to have someone always there for him

He loves that he has someone to rely on so fully

And to suddenly not have that person there for him, to not have an anchor of sorts, there is n way he could feel completed again

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

This man has literally walked into the store with a whole ass grocery list, saw something that you might like or reminded him of you, bought it and forget about everything else he was supposed to get

He rushed home just to give you the little gift he had gotten you

It was not the first or the last time it had happened

Honestly just anytime he gets to bring a smile to your face is a good day for him

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He’s not a fan of someone who is picky

Like obviously you can have opinions, but he wouldn’t like someone who judges him, if that makes sense

He just doesn’t want to feel insecure

And I feel like if he was with someone who was in any way judgemental, he would be an insecure wreck constantly

Basically, he just wants someone who is open-minded

But he doesn’t really care about many other things

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Like I said before, he goes to bed at around midnight but falls asleep on the couch at like 10

But anyway

He’s a pretty deep sleeper, he has slept through a few bad storms in his life

He drools a lot. And also he snores a lot. Babie boi

He has an unreasonable amount of weird dreams but he only remembers like 2% of them

You know they happen though because he also talks in his sleep occasionally, and when he wakes up you’re just like “Kiri?? Why were you talking about overthrowing your ant overlords last night?”

No one knows

This man cannot keep the bed sheets straight in any sort of way, he he goes to sleep in the fetal position and wakes up laying horizontally at the foot of the bed

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rt8815 · 5 years ago

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OC Ask Game

I was tagged by the amazing @illegalcerebral

I put a Keep Reading link because this is looong.

1) Name (and why you chose it if you like) McKinley Campbell Durand. I named her after McKinley Morganfield, better known as Muddy Waters. However, the “in universe?” reason that will be given - which I haven’t written yet - is that McKinley and Campbell are family names from a few generations back.

Campbell comes from the Gaelic words for ‘crooked’ and ‘mouth.’ I just like the name. Here’s a post (that I had to rewrite because Tumblr’s a dick and wouldn’t let me edit the typos in the original. The rewrite had typos too! Blargh!) that discusses her first and last names. I thought it would be funny for her full name to consist solely of last names.

2) Fandom and how they fit into the story Criminal Minds. She works at a D.C. museum practically around the corner from the J. Edgar Hoover building (as indicated in “Let It Bleed”). That’s a tiny hint that it’s the National Museum of African American History & Culture, but I don’t think I’ll mention it very often, if for no other reason than I’ve never been to the NMAAHC and don’t want to describe it inaccurately.

The official story is that Spencer and McKinley met at the museum (again, in “Let It Bleed,” which is probably the least favorite thing of mine that I’ve written). However, they’d met once before, and texted a few times after that. Because my brain is all over the place, and because I’m telling the story in non-chronological order, I haven’t written their first meeting yet. The only details I’ve revealed thus far are that it was nighttime in a park, McKinley caught Spencer off guard and made him fall to the ground, and whatever they talked about set Spencer straight and lifted his spirits. Also, a swingset was involved. Beyond that, I’ve inserted McKinley into the plotlines and events of the show, with necessary alterations, and there’s a ton of domestic Spencer and off-duty team stuffs.

3) Do they have any family? Biological family: daughter Sophie and son Jason; her Mom (no name yet); maternal grandparents, uncles, aunts, and cousins; and her estranged father (no name yet). Chosen/found family: husband Spencer; the BAU.

4) As a child, what did they want to be when they grew up? When she was a toddler, McKinley wanted to be a pediatrician (a doctor just for kids?! Cool!) or an ophthalmologist (she’s worn glasses practically her whole life). As an older child she aspired to be an entomologist or herpetologist. In her teenage years she considered a career in forensic pathology or criminal psychology. While earning her BA in English, she discovered that Public History was her true calling.

5) Their greatest dream To be a good Mom. To inspire learning in others.

6) Their worst nightmare Losing her family; having to see her father again.

7) Strengths Empathy, insight/self awareness, forgiving nature but knowing when to cut her losses

8) Weaknesses McKinley struggles with imposter syndrome.

She can be very mean. I mean, downright nasty cruel, verbally. This is rare though because, and I’m paraphrasing a future bit of dialogue here, anyone whose behavior could arguably warrant such a response is beneath her notice and not worth the effort. She’s more likely to close the door on someone. When she’s removed a person from her life, she is done. They become literally nothing to her. McKinley will rightly claim that this is about self-preservation and boundaries, but she really takes it to the next level.

9) What would they chose between: morning and night, sweet and savoury, beaches or meadows, cities or countryside, winter or summer, Christmas or Halloween (sorry, Spencer!), movies or TV shows, action or rom-com, clowns or vampires, stars or the moon (both!), cocktails or pints [Neither. McKinley doesn’t care for cocktails or beer. Scotch, brandy, rum, and dry wines are her poisons. She’s been known to add Kahlúah to vanilla ice cream, Baileys Irish Cream to coffee (she wants to try Drambuie next), or make hot toddies when she has a cold (obviously not mixing any alcohol with any medicine)]

10) How do they relax? Reading, or having Spencer read to her; knitting; listening to her records or playing her guitar; exercising with Boogie so she’s exhausted enough to sleep that night; baking and cooking

11) What makes them angry? Injustice, apathy/indifference, ableism, willful ignorance

12) What makes them afraid? The awful things she’d possibly do under duress; her family getting hurt or worse; spiders and other bugs that bite and/or sting

13) What is a moment from their childhood that has shaped who they are? It’s not a single event, but growing up with an abusive parent has certainly had a lifelong impact on McKinley. You’ve heard the expression “once bitten, twice shy?” She’s “once bitten, there’s no twice because you no longer exist.” She’s working on that. It’s also cultivated empathy, though, and is part of the reason she volunteers in the hospital’s rehab wing.

14) Do they have a sense of humour? Intellectual humor, pop culture references, puns/Dad jokes, science jokes. Sometimes morbid.

15) What do they value in their friends/loved ones? Honesty and empathy

16) Do they have any pets? An Aussie Collie/Border Aussie named Boogie-Woogie. He’s her first child.

17) Worst memory? Probably the day Meadows shot her and she thought she’d never see Spencer and Penny again.

18) Best memory? The days Sophie and Jason were born. Minus, y’know, the agonizing pain of labor and delivery.

19) Do they have any tattoos? (If no would they get one?) Nope and nope

20) If you could write them into another fandom, which one would you choose? If I knew the MCU better, I’d love to write her in as a Stark Tower employee! She’d be an anthropologist and would study alien societies the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. have encountered. She’d naturally be drawn to Loki, initially in a professional capacity (they quickly discover they relate to each other on a personal level as well).

He’d first find her annoying: “Why are you pestering me, Mortal? Surely you’d rather interview my oaf of a brother?”

“No, not even remotely. He only ever wants to discuss battles he’s won. There’s so much more to Asgard and the other realms than that. I want - I need - to learn your literature, your science, your culture and history. You’re well versed in all of these subjects and you’re an excellent teacher.”

He stares at her impassively over his mug of tea, but his heart - that Judas of an organ - flutters slightly at the compliment. And how can he say no to a fellow scholar?

“I prefer your company to Thor’s too. You have this calming presence. Thor’s sweet but he’s also obnoxiously loud and brash and he always hugs me even though I keep telling him I don’t like it. And he’s constantly swinging his hammer around, which makes me think he’s overcompensating for something.”

Loki nearly chokes on his tea. Yes, this mortal is considerably more tolerable than others.

“Very well. Friday evenings at 6:00, my chambers. Arrive late and suffer my wrath.”

From that day forward, whenever Thor tries to hug her, he gets mildly electrocuted.

Did I accidentally sorta kinda write a drabble? Would anyone be interested in making this a collab? That’s what they’re called, right? (Can you tell I’ve given this some thought? Haha! I have even more details in my head.)

21) Do they like their job? (What else would they do if they could?) She loves it! Hmmm, what else…? A librarian maybe. Or animate and produce an educational cartoon series.

22) What is their sexuality? Demisexual

23) Do they believe in love at first sight? Soulmates? One true love? McKinley believes in “seeing the potential for a good relationship at first conversation.”

Yes, although she feels that term has become overused and poorly redefined.

People can find love again after it’s been lost.

24) What music do they listen to? Has that changed over time? I actually recently answered an ask about this. Yes, she grew up on what passed for country in the ‘90s. God help her, she had a boyband phase in junior high.

25) Can they cook? What food do they love? McKinley does pretty well in the kitchen. She loves a wide variety of food. She grew up in the south, so tons of carbs/comfort foods. She loves Thai, Japanese, and Indian food. She cooks up Middle Earth-inspired dishes (ha! nerd). She’s especially proud of a seed cake she bakes.

26) What are their hopes for the future? For her family to be healthy, safe and happy. To be debt free.

27) How do they react to being threatened? It’s a coin flip. McKinley might curl up like an armadillo and hope the predator gets bored and leaves, or she might kick the stool out from under them and cause their chin to slam into the bar and crack several teeth.

28) What is their love language? McKinley and Spencer both exhibit the Acts of Service love language, because just saying “I love you” isn’t enough. You ought to show it. She’ll randomly bake doughnuts for Spencer or play guitar for him in bed, and he’ll take care of laundry, dishes, and any other chores he sees need doing.

Quality Time is important for them too. Once a month, Luke and Penny babysit so Spencer and McKinley have a day alone together. It doesn’t really matter what they do. The point is it’s just them.

It caught McKinley by surprise how much she enjoys physical affection, given that she can be touch averse but holy moly she was more touch starved than she realized. She lives for snuggles and makeout sessions and playing with each others’ hair. When one of them doesn’t want to be touched, they hook their pinkies together.

29) What do they find most challenging in relationships? At work? In general? At work she struggles to gain her colleagues’ respect (think “Boy Genius” treatment except she has lady bits). In general, she struggles with trusting people.

30) What do you as a creator love best about writing this character? Giving her everything I wish I had but don’t.

Bonus: Include a link to your favourite work with this OC or write a small drabble.

October 12, 2021

Warm sunlight filtered through the curtains, gently rousing Spencer from a pleasant sleep. Just when he’d decided to get up, he felt the mattress dip behind him and his wife’s breath fanning over his ear.

“Who’s the birthday boy?” whispered McKinley.

Spencer smiled softly but feigned being asleep.

“Who’s the birthdaaay boooy?” she repeated, bouncing slightly.

“The good-looking guy to your left?”

“Happy Birthday!” she laughed, pressing kisses along his neck, suddenly shifting the mood from playful to sexy.

“Would the birthday boy like his birthday present?” she asked as she lifted the covers.

“Well, look at that - it’s already unwrapped!”

#oc appreciation #writing games #Criminal Minds #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #spencer reid #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid x oc #oh god it's 03:15 why am i still awake?#why do i do this to myself #sleepy time for Rubes now

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Cool Games I Finished In 2019 (In No Real Order)

We’re here. The end of the decade. 2019 was a weird, turbulent year for me. Despite my cross-country move already being a year behind me somehow, nothing’s really settled yet. Living situation is still weird, still separated from most of my belongings, I left my full-time QA job for a contractor position at a mobile game advertising company that may or may not convert into a full-time position... everything about what’s going on with me still just feels like I’m completely winging it, and while that’s not a position I’m really comfortable being in for such an extended amount of time, everything seems to be working out okay enough despite it. All this is probably why I spent most of my time playing the shit out of a handful of games rather than playing a bunch of different games this year! Needed some sort of stability. Also when I did manage to pull myself away from the timesink games and play something else, a lot of them ranged from “okay” to “real bad”. But I still managed to play just enough stuff that I liked to where I can put out yet another one of these. Here’s a bunch of cool games I experienced for the first time in 2019.

Phantasy Star Online: Blue Burst (PC, 2005)

I haven’t bothered to do two thirds of the story quests yet and have barely touched any Episode 4 content so this game technically doesn’t count for this list, but if I left it off I would be neglecting to mention an extremely large portion of my video game playing time this year. I fell back into PSO preeeettty hard this year after the surprise announcement of Phantasy Star Online 2 finally coming to the US. Guess what: game still rules. It feels stiff to play and it’s obviously far less expansive than it seemed back in 2000, but the core of Phantasy Star Online is still as fun as it ever was and the aesthetics are still entirely my shit. I love everything about the way this game looks and sounds, I love stumbling on a weird new weapon, I love participating in the custom seasonal events the server I’m on runs, and I love how oddly relaxing the experience of playing this game and taking it all in is. I will probably continue to play Phantasy Star Online into 2020. I will probably still dip back into it after PSO2 US servers finally launch. If I know you and you want to join my Discord server for PSO get at me. PSO forever.

Cookie’s Bustle (PC, 1999)

You ever play a game that just speaks to you? Even through a language barrier? A game so incredibly out there and bizarre in the exact way you love that you can’t help but adore it despite barely understanding it? Holy moly did I ever find that game. I learned about Cookie’s Bustle through a news story last year about some rare games leaking from a Japanese collector’s stash. Didn’t manage to get it to run back then, but my off and on attempts to get it working finally paid off in March of this year and I’m so glad I kept trying. I knew nothing of this game other than it had a weird name and was about a bear doing sports, and it turned out to be a fully voice-acted and mostly unsubtitled adventure game starring Cookie Blair, a 5 year old girl from New Jersey who sees herself as a teddy bear and has traveled to Bombo World, an island nation once visited by aliens and currently in the middle of a civil war, to participate in the Bombo Sports Tournament. Dead level, I probably shouldn’t have been able to genuinely love Cookie’s Bustle as much as I did. The only context I had for what was happening and what I was supposed to do was provided by a 20-year-old Google translated walkthrough with broken images, the game’s slightly higher than usual reliance on English loan words, and 30-ish years of video games and anime allowing me to halfway pick up on a handful of Japanese words. However, Cookie’s Bustle is dripping with an undeniable and off-beat charm that genuinely transcends language. Even if you can’t understand the words and specifics, you can understand the basic plot, characterizations, and emotions they’re going for. Cookie’s Bustle manages to both be completely off-the-wall bizarre and feel totally genuine and heartfelt at the same time, a balance very few games manage to successfully hit but many of my favorites do. One could say that’s why it seems to have resonated with a decent amount of other people this year, too. Games rarely make me feel sad that they’re over. but when they do that’s how I know they’re one of the good ones. Seriously, go look up a longplay or stream of Cookie’s Bustle if you (understandably) don’t want to go through the hassle of setting it up and figuring out how to play it, it’s impossible not to love.

Devil May Cry 5 (PlayStation 4, 2019)

Here’s something crazy to think about: Devil May Cry 4 came out 11 years ago. Aside from being a potent reminder that time is moving too fast and we’re all going to die soon, that means that there hasn’t been a DMC for over a decade. Devil May Cry 5 does not bare this fact even a little bit. Not only did they pick up right where they left off and manage to make another Devil May Cry game without missing a beat, they made arguably the best Devil May Cry game. I mean I still like the story and single-character focus of DMC3 the best, but DMC5 is the best playing game in the series without a doubt. Nero finally feels like he has a complete and complex toolset, Dante is the most mechanically dense and fun to play he’s ever been, and they even added a new guy that’s... neat to play as, until you start trying to S-rank the harder difficulties. Then he’s kind of annoying to play as. But it’s still cool that they tried something totally different and mostly got it to work! They also did something very stupid that I love and used this game as an excuse to make literally every single piece of Devil May Cry media canon. Like, characters exclusively from the anime and the books show up and act like they’re someone you already know and love? And they go out of their way to explain the most esoteric lore shit possible?? And despite it all they still intentionally give DMC2 as short a shrift as they can??? It’s so dumb, it rules. It’s just one of the many things about the game that show that even with so long of a gap between entries, no love for the series was lost by the people that make it. I don’t think the suits at Capcom expected this game to hit as hard as it did though, because despite there being clear areas where the game could be expanded on with DLC there still hasn’t been anything announced. I hope they’re maybe saving it for some sort of DMC3-esque special edition, or maybe just already working on DMC6, because even after getting all S-ranks I still wanted to play more. The game’s just that damn good.

Hypnospace Outlaw (PC, 2019)

I expected very little from Hypnospace Outlaw. I backed the game on Kickstarter solely because it looked cool and I thought a game about fake GeoCities was neat, and then I immediately forgot about it until it released. Admittedly my lack of expectations stemmed mostly from the fact that it’s kind of hard to set expectations for a game you never really thought too hard about, but even in the brief period of time where I considered it enough to give it money, I never expected it to be much more than a pretty-looking 101 Great GeoCities Jokez delivery vehicle. Boy was I wrong. I mean, it is incredibly good at that, but Hypnospace Outlaw is so much more than a funny period piece. The basic premise is that you’re in alternate universe 1999 and have just become a community moderator for an Internet service provider that allows people to connect to the Internet while they sleep. You’re tasked with browsing the game’s weird fake Internet and issuing demerits to users who violate the five basic Hypnospace rules, but it quickly evolves into something way bigger. Hypnospace Outlaw’s greatest strength is its exceptional ability at weaving together subtle world building, small and engaging character arcs, esoteric microjokes, and a genuine sense of mystery and discovery into an incredibly cohesive and engaging package. It’s as much a game about the people that use and run its weird fake Internet as it is about that weird fake Internet itself. And a lot of the problems both face echo the problems we face with our real world Internet today. When I was mapping out writing this article like a month or two ago I was prepared to go on about how at its core, Hypnospace Outlaw is an incredibly poignant story about how uncaring tech corporations actively harm their users and always have, but then a couple of days ago I read Colin Spacetwinks’ game of the year list and his #1 entry put most everything I would have said about that topic down in a way more eloquent and well-written way than I ever could have. And then I remembered that Friend Of The Site Heidi Kemps covered some of the same angle but from the perspective of the early Internet in an article earlier this year, again way better than I could have. So I highly recommend you read those when you’re done here. What I wanna bring up instead is just how effortlessly surprising and interconnected a lot of stuff in Hypnospace feels, using a mildly spoiler-ish late game example. Two of the first “zones” you’re allowed to moderate when you start Hypnospace Outlaw are Teentopia and Goodtime Valley, which are essentially alternate universe Yahooligans and a little slice of Hypnospace just for Boomers respectively. On Teentopia you’ll see a bunch of kids that are wild for Squisherz, Hypnospace’s alternate universe version of Pokémon, and over in Goodtime Valley you’ll see (much like there was back in real world 1999) a few pages made by religious fundamentalists convinced that everything the kids like these days is the work of Satan. This of course includes Squisherz, and you can find a page by one organization full of crackpot conspiracy theories with flimsy evidence that TOTALLY DEFINITELY backs up their claim. Squisherz contains a wolf, which the Bible warns about many times! This giraffe monster CLEARLY has a pentagram in its design!! And the eye of this snake-like Squisherz is the eye of Horus, an Egyptian occult symbol and NEED I REMIND YOU that Lucifer took the form of a snake in the Garden of Eden!!! It is very clear what this page is goofing on and throughout the course of the game it doesn’t get updated at all, so it’s very easy to laugh at it and forget about it. Very late into the game, you get an optional sidequest. Adrian Merchant, one of the CEOs of Merchantsoft, the company that created Hypnospace, was found out to have logged traffic indicating he was a frequent visitor of a website called Children of HORUS, and a call is put out to investigate what that even is. You can easily find the website, but it asks you for a password if you click the Enter button. Adrian Merchant is consistently portrayed throughout the game as a complete idiot, and the solution to this puzzle has you capitalize on that. Another early game objective ended up with you finding a list of cracked passwords, and one of those passwords happens to be for the instant messenger account of Adrian Merchant. If you can remember that he was even in that text file from forever ago, and then put two and two together that of COURSE that dumbass would use the same password for everything, you just punch in his messenger password and you’re granted access to the Children of HORUS page. It turns out that HORUS is an acronym that stands for Hiding Occult References in Utmost Secrecy, and the page itself is a basic leaderboard with a list of names and two numbered columns reading “Hidden” and “Found”. In that list of names you’ll find A. Merchant, along with the names of various other CEOs and celebrities you might have read about elsewhere in Hypnospace. One of the other names on this list is F. Kazuma, the CEO of Monarch, creators of Squisherz. The funny conspiracy theory website from the beginning of the game that you most likely forgot about was, about this one specific thing, correct. There was an eye of Horus hidden on the snake from Squisherz. Not as any sort of Satanic plot, mind you, but only as part of some weird millionaire dickwaving contest. This dumb tiny revelation is not called out by the game at all and nothing comes of it, it’s just there for you to notice if you’ve been paying enough attention. Hypnospace Outlaw is LITTERED with stuff like this. Weird small interconnected things you wouldn’t expect to be interconnected. Little dumb things you wouldn’t expect to have any sort of payoff but somehow do. And it’s also just as chock full of big things. Having all the pieces fall into place at once to where I was able to access Hypnospace’s equivalent of the dark web was the best sequence in a game this year for me, even beating out the outlandish shit in DMC5. Getting and solving the final case was a rush. Hypnospace Outlaw is full of incredible moments big and small. It’s genuinely engaging and affecting, which is so much more than I was expecting from a game that was pitched to me as “Funny GeoCities Cop”. It almost has no right being so good. But it is. Hell, even the music rules! I didnt even get into that! I don't have enough time or space to get into that now! The music is so goddamn good! I know I started these lists because I had no interest in ranking games, but every year I sort of jokingly-but-not-jokingly say “haha this game sure would be my number one if I did that!” for at least one game. It’s time to fully lean into it. I don’t gotta rank ‘em all, but I can pick a favorite. Hypnospace Outlaw is my favorite game of 2019 with a goddamn bullet.

These games were also cool, I just had less to say about them:

Etrian Odyssey (Nintendo DS, 2007): Man, this series just started out good, huh? I dabbled with the first two games in college when I got a DS flashcart but never really dug in until EO4, and the first game is enjoyable in just about every way the modern ones are. Definitely more barebones and punishing though. Kero Blaster (PlayStation 4, 2017): This is a game by the creator of Cave Story that does not aim to be Cave Story, and that’s fine! A fun little shooter in its own right, though I do think the shooting in Cave Story felt a little better than it does here. Space Invaders Extreme (Nintendo DS, 2008): I played the shit out of this game in college thanks to that flashcart I mentioned before, but I never finished a playthrough in full until this year for some reason. Still way stylish and way fun! I need to get a copy of the second one... CROSSNIQ+ (Nintendo Switch, 2019): Incredibly chill puzzle game that can be as hard or easy as you want it to be. Almost uncanny in how well it emulates the style of late PS1/Dreamcast games. Super Mario Maker 2 (Nintendo Switch, 2019): Mario Maker 2 is kind of weird for me. It’s a solid improvement in a lot of aspects, but a clear regression in a lot of others. Also the online multiplayer is the second least amount of fun I’ve had with a video game this year (Secret of Mana swooped in and stole the number one slot near the end). Still, I had a lot of fun with it and I’ll probably end up going back to it eventually. Katamari Damacy Reroll (Nintendo Switch, 2018): The original Katamari Damacy is still every bit as fun and charming as it was upon its original release. This port is weirdly based on the Japanese version with the English text inserted, which means no English voice acting and Wanda Wanda only plays in the multiplayer mode. The Joycon sticks also aren’t the greatest for doing charge rolls. But none of these faults detract too much from the game. Bring on We Love Katamari Reroll! Earth Defense Force 5 (PlayStation 4, 2018): Sandlot somehow keeps finding ways to make each new EDF bigger and explodier, and EDF5 is the biggest and explodiest yet. I think the mission design in 4.1 was more solid overall, but 5 feels the best to play and has the most fun tools. Also the dialogue is the most absurd its ever been, and the final boss goes for it way harder than the series ever has. Pokémon Shield (Nintendo Switch, 2019): This game is honestly just okay, but leaving it off would again be neglecting a game I put a ton of time into this year. Pokémon Sword is fun in the way most Pokémon games usually are, and extremely half-baked in basically every other aspect. I’m still having a good time putting together teams and finding shinies and doing The Pokémon Thing regardless.

And that’s 2019 (and this decade) in the bag! I don’t know where anything’s going from here, but I’m going to ride it out as best as I can! I hope you do too! As always, thank you so much for getting to the bottom of all these words. I’m hoping to be in a more stable place mid-2020, and then I want to get back to all the things I haven’t had time to do. I want to get back to streaming, I want to write more dumb articles like The Best Babies, I want to do it all! I hope I will be able to do it all. Until then!

#article #year wrapup

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