#they’re more like something that USED to be an angel and now definitely isn’t (I’ve been thinking maybe dead angels actually become these?)

[castielmacleod]

My specific approach to rewriting a piece of media is always going to be to trim the fat and simplify things as much as possible, and then take those simplified concepts and develop the absolute hell out of them. If that makes sense. Like okay I’m going to cut all the monster baddies in spn and just keep the demons, but then I am going to spend hours upon hours worldbuilding an entire demon culture and society and develop the inner workings of the kingdom of hell and all the specific roles of the king’s court and figure out how demons WORK and why/how they are created and how they tend to behave and what it feels like to be one and the concrete powers they have access to. I can do this because I don’t have like a dozen other monsters drawing on my creativity and attention and the story/world is cleaner, deeper, and more concise for it. At least that’s my philosophy anyway

#The writing I post on here is intentionally kept very canon adjacent (or as canon adjacent as I can stand to be) for accessibility purposes #But I can’t wait to start sharing things from my lore redux document. I think there’s some neat stuff in there #I have narrowed the show right down to demons + angels + demon-hunters + witches and like nothing outside of those “cultures” #Well other than like normal human cultures of course lol I meant just in terms of the supernatural stuff #There are ghosts too since those don’t require too much as far as additional worldbuilding goes. Ghosts are ghosts #And those can be taken care of either by a paranormal investigator or by a particularly savvy demon-hunter #Psychics have been incorporated into witches. Any MOL ridiculousness I’ve just reduced into a demonologist society #The horsemen are all demons save for Death who is an very ancient eldritch angel with unique powers #Reapers are very fucked up wisps of stray grace under Death’s command and you could maybe call them angels if you squinted but #they’re more like something that USED to be an angel and now definitely isn’t (I’ve been thinking maybe dead angels actually become these?) #And idk maybe this is boring but I’d rather focus on making a few things really interesting and deep than trying to stretch myself thin #over trying to account for 15 years of absolute rubbish from canon #My posts #If you’re wondering about my approach to prominent characters who are monsters…. I either don’t care about the character enough #or I revise them into a demon or witch. Whatever works out better #So like Mia VaIIens for instance. Right now I have her as a human witch who is an absolute master at spells that entail mimicry #I.e. making herself look like someone else in a certain person’s perception or augmenting her voice #And it accomplishes more or less the same effect as shifter Mia can in canon #It works for me at least #Characters like Benny and Garth I don’t personally care much about (sorry Benny and Garth fans) so I’ve just kind of left them out atm

[cookiescribble]

Something New

A/N: Someone asked me for a part two of this, and honestly? Don’t have to ask me twice, I’ve been thinking about it a lot 🫶🏻 sorry it took a little more time than I was expecting, we’re going on vacation soon so a lot of our time is being spent preparing for that :) - mod angel

Pairing: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader

Summary: Spencer has been spending a lot of time bonding with his new coworker, and they’re starting to realize that they might have more feelings than they were ready for.

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     I was, admittedly, pretty nervous the first time I came over Spencer’s apartment.

     I’ve always been a really shy person, and new situations always seemed a little intimidating to me. But Spencer was… different, and that comforted me. 

     I walked up to his apartment that first day, fidgeting a little as I approached his door. I took a deep breath and knocked lightly. 

     He answered the door, smiling, gesturing for me to come in. 

     I smiled and looked around his apartment. I hadn’t known him very long but it seemed very… him. There was a bookshelf against one of the forest green walls that held a large amount of books; if it belonged to anyone besides Spencer, I would’ve doubted all the books had been read. But I guess if you can read as fast as he can, getting through all those books isn’t that big a deal. 

     He led me to the couch and motioned for me to sit down. He had taken out a DVD set of Star Trek: The Original Series that was sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch. 

     He took the DVDs and started speaking. “So, I know you said you’ve seen some of TOS, but I figured it would be better to watch it completely through from start to finish.”

     “Yeah, it’s been a while since I’ve seen any of it,” I replied. “Plus, I always like to watch things fully in order. I can’t just pick up a show in the middle. I have to start at the beginning.”

     He nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, I feel the same way! People have told me it’s not a big deal to start watching a show in the middle, but I could never do that.”

     I smiled. “Plus, there’s only 3 seasons of TOS, right? It’s not that hard to get through.” I could feel myself calming down as the conversation seemed to flow easily between us. 

     “There’s only 79 episodes. It’s really short, considering how many other shows and movies came out of it.” He seemed to hesitate for a moment as he put the DVD in the player. “… I have all the other Star Trek shows and movies too, if you want to watch them.” He cleared his throat and quickly continued, “of course, for now we’ll just stick to this and, um, we don’t even have to finish if you end up changing your mind…”

     I shook my head. “No, I want to do this. I think it’ll be fun.” I smiled reassuringly. “Plus, what I have seen I’ve really liked, so I definitely want to watch the whole thing.”

     He smiled back at me and sat on the opposite end of the couch. “I just didn’t want you to feel like you had to agree to this. Most people don’t really take my interests seriously…” he admitted, sounding a little sad. 

     I just shrugged. “Well, I’m here, aren’t I? Why would I come here if I wasn’t interested?” 

     “I guess that’s true,” he said as he picked up the remote. “… So, are you ready to start?”

     I smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I’m ready,” I responded before he started playing the first episode. 

…

     We fell into a regular routine after that first day. 

     I’d usually come over about once a week. We’d always start with Spencer recapping the last episodes we watched, recalling them in perfect detail so I could remember exactly what happened. 

     I really liked watching the show with him. A lot of times, he’d get really excited and talk during the episodes. He’d always apologize when I asked him to rewind so I could catch what I missed while he was talking, but I always told him I didn’t mind. And I really didn’t, I loved listening to him talk. He always had something interesting to say. 

     I found myself starting to watch him more than I watched the show. I was trying really hard not to admit it to myself, but I was really starting to feel something between us. I’d noticed the way we both started to get comfortable with each other as time went on, and how we started to sit closer to each other every time we hung out. I felt some kind of… spark, whenever I was with him. 

     I tried to ignore this feeling, but it was getting more and more difficult. I felt so happy to see him all the time; hanging out with him felt like the highlight of my week. I looked forward to it for days, and I couldn’t help but think of how much I wanted to be alone with him when I saw him at work. 

     But I kept this all to myself. It was just a silly crush, and I didn’t even know if he had feelings like that. Plus, there’s no way I could have a crush on a coworker. That could never work out well. 

     Right?

… (POV change)

Spencer wasn’t used to spending so much time with someone. Sure, he talked with his coworkers every day, but it wasn’t the same. No one shared interests with him like this. 

Since this was all new to him, he figured these feelings he was having were just normal when you made a new friend. This certain fondness he was feeling that he had never felt before now. 

But as time went on, and he kept spending more time with them, he was starting to suspect he was feeling a little more than friendly with them. He started spending a lot of time wishing they would hang out more. Eventually, he couldn’t help it, and asked them to come over even if he’d already seen them that week. He’d say it was because he wanted to keep watching the show, but really he was just excited to see them. 

Eventually, he couldn’t deny the feelings he had for them anymore. 

There was one day they came over, after there had been a particularly exhausting case. It just so happened to end on the day they had both been reserving to watch the show together. Spencer offered to switch the days and let them catch up on sleep, but they insisted that they still wanted to come over. 

It wasn’t a problem for a while, but eventually, as Spencer was talking, they stopped replying to him. He looked over to see they had fallen asleep curled up on the couch. 

He just stared at them for a few moments before pausing the show, not wanting them to miss what was happening. He wasn’t sure what to do; he didn’t want to wake them up because they looked so peaceful. They looked… really cute…

He shook his head as if trying to shake the thought out of his mind. He stood up, getting a throw blanket and gently placing it over them, careful to not wake them up. 

He walked to the kitchen, figuring he’d make something to eat in case they were hungry when they woke up. Really, he just needed an excuse to not be near them right now. It was taking every ounce of his willpower not to slip his arm around them and let them sleep on him.

He tried not to let his mind wander as he made dinner, but he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stop thinking about them.

He kept trying to rationalize his thoughts, like he always did. It had never been a problem before; he had always been a logical person, so it had never been difficult to keep his thoughts in check. Until now.

He knew that he shouldn’t have feelings for a coworker. It just wasn’t professional. And besides, they probably didn’t feel the same way about him. No one ever had. It was new to him just to have someone willing to share his interests. Their feelings probably ended there: he was just a new friend to them.

Although… there have been multiple occasions where he thought he saw them sneaking glances at him. And the way they looked at him, he thought that maybe they were starting to have feelings for him too…

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice them waking up and walking into the kitchen until they spoke to him.

“Hey…” they started. “Sorry, I didn’t realize I was falling asleep.”

Spencer jumped a little before turning to look at them. They still had the blanket wrapped around their shoulders. They looked really comfortable that way. And the sleepy tone in their voice…

He cleared his throat. “That’s okay. We had a pretty tiring few days with that case, so I figured I’d just let you sleep. You seemed like you needed it.”

They smiled sleepily. “Yeah, I guess I did.” They turned their attention to the kitchen counter. “You made dinner? Was I asleep that long?”

He shook his head. “You weren’t out for too long, but I figured you might be hungry when you woke up, so…” He trailed off, blushing a bit.

They smiled. “Thank you. I am actually pretty hungry.” They hugged the blanket a little closer to them, rubbing their eyes a bit.

Spencer turned around and grabbed two plates, carrying them to the coffee table in the living room. They followed him and sat down on the couch, moving the blanket so it was laying across their lap.

They ate in silence, the show playing on the TV in front of them, though they both seemed to have trouble paying attention to it.

After a few more episodes, it was time to leave. Spencer took the blanket when they handed it to him, putting it back where it was before.

He walked to the door with them, like he always did. Today, though, they lingered in the doorway a little longer. Maybe it was the tiredness, or maybe they just finally found the courage they’d been looking for all this time.

“Um…” they started, looking a little nervous. “Thank you for making dinner tonight. That was really nice.”

He smiled warmly at them. “Oh, it was no problem, really. I was hungry too,” he laughed awkwardly.

They smiled a bit, but they had a concentrated look on their face. “Well, uh, I was wondering… Maybe one day you’d like to… go out to dinner?” They took a deep breath before continuing quietly. “Like… as a date?”

He blushed and smiled, all the thoughts of doubt he’d been having earlier thrown out the window. “Yeah, I... I’d really like that.” He tried to sound calm, but it was clear he was really excited about it.

They smiled back at him, the nervousness gone as they realized he was just as happy about it as they were. “Okay. It’s a date, then.”

They said their goodbyes, both of them unable to stop smiling as they thought about what their future together would hold.

#i hope the pov change doesn't read too awkwardly. it's just what was in my head so i wanted to write it that way #criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x gn!reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x male!reader #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid fluff #fanfiction #mod angel

[nice-and-accurate-ramblings]

⚠️WARNING: Spoilers for Good Omens Season 2 Episode 6 below the cut!

DO NOT CLICK BELOW THE CUT IF YOU DON’T WANT SPOILERS! I’m live-blogging this because I need emotional support apparently

Eight battery operated candles,,, no more open flames in the bookshop I see

“It all looked so simple in Jane Austen :(” Aziraphale have I mentioned that I love you

JANE AUSTEN DIAMOND ROBBERY IS A STORY I STILL VERY MUCH NEED

Bees :)

Oh god Angel Crowley look is infinitely worse in context for some reason

SOCKS AND SANDALS CROWLEY. REALLY.

WHAT IS THAT WALK, I-

Maggie has BALLS and I love her

MAGGIE STAY BEHIND THE THRESHOLD PLEASE

Shax I am going to fight you

MAGGIE I FUCKING LOVE YOU

oh no

Oh no

That was an invitation

This is vampire rules isn’t it

Fuck

OH no

never thought I would be happy to see that circle light up

“You can all leave now and nobody will be hurt” “you’ll be hurt”

Hey uh. Did the theme song change? That guitar riff is new?

Wait yeah things have DEFINITELY changed in the theme song, unless I’m crazy I don’t think the Bentley drove through the theater before?

SOMETHING IS UP IN THE DOWN THEME SONG

Crowley is so fuckin smug lmao

Crowley has adopted Muriel hasn’t he

“I don’t have clearance. You’d have to be a throne or a dominion or above.” Crowley just opened the fucking file. “I haven’t always been a demon, and they never change their passwords.” COOL COOL COOL COOL COOL GUESS ITS TIME TO REVISIT THAT ASK ABOUT THE HIERARCHY OF HEAVEN

Aziraphale really said siege warfare o_o

“Does what you say make sense in your head?” Nina I love you

MOTHERFUCKERS IT WAS AN ARMAGEDDON PLOT!! I WAS RIGHT!! … and wrong, Gabriel was a dissenter!!

Gabriel is a major asshole but he is uh. An asshole opposed to Armageddon: The Sequel

NINA AND MAGGIE YOU BADASSES

“Why all the fire extinguishers?” I AM CRYING

Oh no. Saraquel is sharp o_o

Oh my god they were coworkers

He is Crowley’s emotional support Angel and it happens to be mutual thank you very much 🙄

Nina and Maggie my beloveds

What the fuck happened for Gabriel to be against Armageddon, I need to know

FOR IT TO HAPPEN TWICE

Was Crowley- WAS THAT TALKING ABOUT SATAN OR ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE

“Junior recording Angel, 38th class” congrats Muriel, you’re no longer the lowest ranking Angel in heaven!

THE BOX!!

He’s letting them throw books, they’re desperate, Crowley HURRY

Okay so his memory was in the matchbox that was in the box but fell out?

IS THAT A HALO?

AZIRAPHALE HAS A HALO!!!

oh that. That killed a lot of demons.

Yes I believe you did in fact just start a war. Holy shit.

HE BLEW UP HIS HALO. Well fuck.

“Apparently if we do a miracle together it all works a bit too well” yes hm you two do work very well together don’t you 👀

SO THAT’S WHAT THE FLY IS!! CROWLEY YOU ARE HECKIN SMART

This is some ineffable bureaucracy if I’ve ever seen it

Everyday playing in the background 👀

WELL. THIS IS INTERESTING.

bobbing my head along to Everyday with Gabriel and Beelzebub :)

OKAY I DIDN’T. EXPECT THIS. BUT I AM ENJOYING IT VERY MUCH.

“I JUST FOUND SOMETHING THAT MATTERED MORE TO ME THAN CHOOSING SIDES” OKAY. OKAY YEAH. MHM YUP YES OKAH YES

I am going insane.

I was not expecting these two to get together before azicrow

IT IS VERY QUIET AND GENTLE AND ROMANTIC INDEED

The Metatron is a surprise homie

OKAY. SO CROWLEY APPARENTLY JUST. KNEW THE METATRON. AZIRAPHALE IS ALL AWED BUT CROWLEY IS LIKE “OH YEAH. YOU.” The Angel Crowley lore deepens

Don’t call Muriel dim >:(

“We need a little us time” 👀

HE’S CLEANING UP THE BOOK SHOP FOR HIM I AM CRYING

NINA CALLING MAGGIE ANGEL- I AM GOING TO COMBUST. HELLLP

oh my god if they just convinced Crowley to have an honest conversation

Metatron. What was that. Stay the fuck away from them. Mind your fucking business.

Muriel was given The Crow Road :)

AZIRAPHALE LET HIM TALK

No.

No. Noooo no no no no.

OUR SIDE AZIRAPHALE. OUR FUCKING SIDE.

Don’t you dare. What happened to the “I regret nothing” on your playlist.

YOU DON’T WANT TO GO BACK TO HEAVEN.

I SWEAR, DON’T DO THIS

TO-

I-

“Well obviously you said no to hell, you’re the bad guys!” WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE?! WHAT HAPPENED TO OUR OWN SIDE?!?!?!

I’m going to simply pass away now.

Stop. STOP. HE WAS SO HONEST AND THIS IS- CROWLEY IS CRYING AND IM CRYING AND

nooo not the glasses 😭😭😭😭😭

No nightengales,,, we could’ve been us

“I forgive you” cool cool cool cool cool cool cool I have been stabbed in the chest

The second coming?!?!?! Fuck

NOT HIM TURNING OFF “A NIGHTINGALE SANG IN BARKLEY SQUARE”

I am unwell

I am going to need so much fanfic after this

I WAS JOKING WHEN I SAID I WAS LIVE-BLOGGING FOR MORAL SUPPORT

HOW LONG UNTIL SEASON THREE 😭😭😭😭

#good omens #good omens season 2 #gos2 #good omens s2 #good omens spoilers #good omens season 2 spoilers #good omens s2 spoilers #gos2 spoilers

[thetaleoflevi]

Hi there can I request a doctor reader where she’s the only one Levi allows to treat him and he’s so soft when it’s just the two of them behind closed doors but they are too stubborn to let themselves give in and love so in their minds, if they don’t talk about it, they’re not crossing any lines

I love this, Anon 🥺 I’ve got you! 💙 Sorry it took so long for me to respond, but I wrote and wrote, and I sincerely hope you like it :)

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Pairing: Levi x doctor!reader (fem.)

Content: NSFW, Fluff, Angst, Canon-verse

Content Warnings: Blood and missing limbs, fatigue, biased Levi, injured soldiers, mentions of failed expeditions, mentions of death, thoughts of running away, needles, stitches, 18+ smut, implied past sexual history with Levi, PIV sex, biting, pet names (sweetheart, angel, a couple more), use of ‘miss’ and ‘sir’, 18+ smut x2

Word Count: 4.4k

⭐️Taglist: @urfilgoth @ackermandick

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“Levi?” Hange knocks loudly. “Levi, are you in there? Let me in!”

“What do you want, Hange?” Levi instantly recognizes the booming voice behind the door, and gets up from his chair, brushing off any evidence that showed he was sleeping. He twists the doorknob and allows the crazed looking person into his room.

“You’re never gonna believe it, I—” they finally take a look at Levi after ten seconds of being let in. He looks more tired than usual. Fatigued would be a better word to describe what he looked like. “Were you sleeping?” Hange looks him up and down, then begins to examine every inch of him from afar.

“Definitely not. Now, are you gonna tell me what i’m never going to believe, or are you leaving?” He crosses his arms, waiting for them to stop walking around him.

“You should get that checked out by a medic,” they say, pointing to a dark spot on the back of his shirt. “I thought you would have noticed it before me, Captain Clean.”

“What are you talking about, four eyes? I would have felt it, and seen it if there was something…there.” He sees the crimson spot on his back, and furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “What the hell?” He’s more upset that his shirt is ruined, but nonetheless, it’s strange that he didn’t feel the wound.

“I would check it out for you, but I have to go check on Bean. That sweet, lovable, giant baby is trainable! You guys will be so impressed when I teach him how to talk!” Their eyes gleam with excitement, a blush noticeable on their cheeks as they go into full detail about the things they’ll teach the giant.

“You’re still obsessing over that thing?” Levi rolls his eyes, his loss of interest visibly expressed.

“Of course I am! He’s so cute! I would pinch his cheeks if I wasn’t put in danger for doing so. Anyways, gotta scram. I left some of the new cadets in charge and they’re so scared of him.” They cackle like the cadets’ fear of the monster was unreasonable.

“Wait. Who’s on duty right now? Which medics?”

“Not too many. Mainly because there aren’t too many injured soldiers. Most of them are there for physicals. I saw Oscar and Lynn, and they didn’t have any patients. You should go to one of them.” They step towards the door, grabbing ahold of the doorknob, stopping when Levi shakes his head.

“I’m fine. I’ll just bandage myself up.” He heads towards some cabinets, searching for gauze.

“You shouldn’t let things like that breathe for too long. Something as minimal as that can hinder you in the future.”

He moves objects around, not seeing the gauze anywhere. “I don’t want to talk to those two. They always ask me stupid questions.” The area between his brows creases when the roll of medical white fabric isn’t where it usually is.

“Gabe is also on duty. He’s one of the best medics in the division. He doesn’t have any patients with him, but I think you should get going right now if you want him to check you out.”

“Why the hell is this area so disorganized?” Levi mutters to himself, disregarding Hange’s recommendation.

“That pretty lady you stare at all the time is there too.”

He stops moving objects around, turning around with a confused expression.

“I’m not blind. I corrected that a while ago,” they chuckle wildly. “I think she has one patient right now. You can see if she’ll take you right after, but i’m not sure if she has a waitlist.”

Levi stops scrambling through the cabinet, shutting the doors in defeat. He’ll have to reorganize the whole thing later.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I observe everyone all the time,” he defends.

“You stop aging when you look at her, and i’m gonna leave it at that because regardless of how much you argue the opposite, i’m right. Bye now!” They pull the door open, closing it for two seconds before peeking in again. “Seriously, though, go see her. You look pale as a ghost.” The door shuts again, leaving Levi in his loneliness like before.

It’s not the conversations with the other medics that bother Levi, it’s their levels of expertise. He knows the medics Hange mentioned before are more than capable of taking care of a simple scratch or a gash, and they can tell him everything that’s wrong with him, but they’re not on your level.

He trusts you solely because he knows you work like you run the place, which you basically do. He’s seen the way you handle the rush of injured soldiers when an expedition has gone horribly. There are hundreds of them, and you treat them all to the best of your ability. You divide your time with every soldier so that each one gets the proper medical care. You want them all to live, and if they aren’t allowed that luxury, you want them to rest easily.

You take control when other medics begin to panic, too overwhelmed by the image of missing limbs and blood drenching the wooden wagons the half awake soldiers are carried off of. You talk to the medics, and remind them of why they are so important—why they are so depended on. It eventually calms them, and they carry on to fulfill their duties. You will never fall apart on them, and Levi respects that of you most of all. He aspires to be that kind of role model for his subordinates.

He sees right through your brave façade, though. The way you struggle to eat, hours after taking care of a soldier who got his leg torn off by an abnormal titan. He sees the bags beneath your eyes, the aftermath of seeing just as much gore in your dreams as in real life. You’ve trained yourself to be professional, to not look away when you see a bone that is supposed to be covered by muscle, tendons, veins, and skin.

Sometimes he wants to sit with you when you’re the only one in the mess hall. He wants to verbally empathize with you, bring the slightest bit of comfort to your discouraged soul, but he gets so nervous. The sight of your face in your palms is a sad one, one he hates seeing, but he isn’t sure if he can fix it, and if he can’t, he would hate to have the knowledge of having tried and failed.

Levi finally pipes up and makes his way to the medical tents. The last name of every medic is labeled on the entrance, so he heads for yours. He hears groaning and a scream that is immediately hushed by a soft voice.

“I’m sorry you’re in pain, but I promise you’ll feel better once i’m done. Two more minutes, please. Be as still as a statue for me, Mr. Ellis,” you say as you stick the needle into the man’s bicep and pull the suture through.

Levi looks through the open part of the tent and searches for you, scanning left to right until he sees you with your hands on a fellow scout. The space between your brows creases due to the amount of concentration you devote to stitching the man’s arm up correctly. You don’t want it to heal incorrectly, so you keep the sutures as straight as possible. The needle goes in one more time, a few bitten back groans leaving the trembling man.

“Good to go, Mr. Ellis,” you say as you snip off the thread attached to the final stitch. “Please, make sure to come back if the stitches come undone, or if you have symptoms that do not seem normal.”

“Symptoms such as?” The man asks, standing from the chair.

“Such as redness or swelling around the area. If the stitches come undone, please return immediately. Otherwise, those are just some symptoms, but if you see that it just doesn’t look right, come back as soon as possible.” You smile politely.

“Thanks, doc.”

You nod, and watch as he makes his way to the exit. He stands near the entrance of the tent and you can see his right elbow bend, so you assume he’s saluting to someone.

“Afternoon, Captain Levi.”

Levi nods wordlessly, moving aside so that the man can get out of there.

“Am I cutting any sort of waitlist?” He asks, entering the tent.

“Well, technically my next patient won’t be here for another thirty minutes. Depending on what you need, I could just say my last patient took more time than I thought he would.”

“Aren’t you an angel,” he sits down in the chair near you.

“I guess you could say that,” you chuckle. “To what do I owe this visit, Captain Levi? Need some charts? Need a massage? Need some stitches?”

He snickers, remembering the adorable look on your face earlier as you poked into the poor man’s skin. “None of the above. I might take up your offer for a massage some other time, though.”

“It’s a once in a lifetime act, so save it for when all your muscles ache,” you grin.

“Will do, miss. So, i’m here to get something checked out. I didn’t even notice it until Hange pointed it out.” He turns his back to you, showing you the blood-stained spot on his back.

“Wow, that’s a lot of blood. Do you mind taking your shirt off so I can take a look at the wound?”

“Not at all. One second.” He pulls his shirt out of his trousers, unbuttoning every button quickly before pulling the shirt off and setting it on his lap. He turns his back to you again, and you can see the damage.

“Yikes, that’s some injury. You might actually need some stitches.” You place a hand on his side to balance yourself as you lean forward to further examine the gash. He jumps a little at the contact, the coldness of your hands contrasting his warm skin. He remembers the last time your hands touched his bare skin. The scene shows up sometimes in the dreams he occasionally has.

“Sorry, just wanted to take a closer look.” His skin is as smooth as ever, regardless of the scars and bruises that litter it. There are more there than the last time you saw him like this. “I’ll have to disinfect it before anything else. We can’t let it get worse. Since it’s such a deep cut, if it gets infected, the infection will spread within your body, and cause some serious damage to the tissue beneath your skin.”

“Do what you must, doctor. I trust you.” He turns to face you again, eyes taking in your appearance. You always look like this, so disheveled and messy. Your hair is in a bun, hair sticking out of the round shape like blades, and your bangs are tucked behind your ears, the strands reappearing beneath your earlobes. The only time you ever looked more beautiful was that night he stayed with you in the tent. You didn’t sleep, and he didn’t sleep.

“I’ll need you to lay on the bed over there. Let me just grab some supplies really quick, and i’ll be right there.”

He follows directions and lays on the bed, on his stomach. You grab some gauze, and your needle and thread, unsure of whether you’ll need to use them.

“Okay, i’m going to sterilize your wound quickly. If it hurts too much, let me know and i’ll give you a minute. I doubt something like this would hurt you though, Mr. Humanity’s Strongest,” you talk to distract him from what you know hurts like hell. “Now, how in the world did you rip yourself open like this?” You ask.

“It’s not as interesting as you may think. It wasn’t during a heroic act or anything like that. I was landing really quickly onto a tree, and I full on slid against a thick branch that stuck out of it. I think that’s when it happened, but I wasn’t focused on the damage at all. I was just trying to make it back here alive.”

You pat the area dry with some cotton pads.

“That’s pretty interesting in my opinion, and I strongly believe that anytime you’re out there beyond the walls, on your expeditions, you’re committing heroic acts because it’s for the good of humanity.”

“That’s an interesting statement coming from the person who brings every one of us back to life when we return. I want you to know, your work doesn’t go unnoticed. Not by anyone. Not by me.”

You feel your face grow warm. The Captain has always been sweet to you, complimenting your courageousness, and asking how you’re feeling once all his soldiers have been mended. It’s…sweet.

“Thank you, Mr. Ackerman.”

You determined the severity of his wound, deeming stitches unnecessary. You’ll just patch it up, and send him back out with some extra gauze and ointment.

“Today is your lucky day.”

He smiles against the cushion. “Why is that, hm?”

“Looks like you don’t need stitches,” you spread some ointment on the wound, patching it up right after.

“Damn, I was really looking forward to getting a needle poked through my skin. Maybe next time.”

You rub the patch, making sure it stays on. “Right? I was really enjoying my time with you. Now I have to take my next patient.”

Levi sits up on the bed, his feet dangling on the edge.

“I’m sure we can find some time to chat later on.” His slate colored eyes peer into yours. They have that mischievous glint to them that had you sweating beneath him last time.

“Or…my patient took more time than I thought he would?”

“You’re bad, sweetheart,” he grins. “We’ll find some time later. Right now, we both have responsibilities,” he tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“Fine. You better find me later, then.”

“Hello? Doctor, are you in there? Oh, Captain Levi. Good afternoon,” another scout enters the tent.

“I’ll be going now,” Levi says, putting his shirt back on.

“Don’t strain yourself too much out there.” You say, putting away your unused supplies. “I’ll see you later,” you mutter.

He nods, walking towards the exit.

“Doc, I have this really sharp pain in my knee. I think it’s from the time that…” the soldier’s voice trails off as you hold eye contact with the Captain again. It’s not an innocent glance—far from it. It makes your heart race, and your face flushes when he mouths ‘focus’. He finally exits the tent, leaving just you and the patient. The young man had to repeat the entire story again because you weren’t paying attention the first time.

—

The day ended with Levi continuing to train the cadets at his full extent, regardless of you telling him to take it easy. He won’t just stand there and watch the young soldiers-to-be fail continuously. Two, three times is okay, but after the fourth and fifth time of seeing most of them falling like rag dolls, he decides it’s time to show them how it’s supposed to be done.

Afterwards, he spectates the soldiers that have been put into pairs, as they go against each other in hand-to-hand combat practice.

“Firm stance,” he advises to a young man with wobbly knees. The cadet adjusts his stance and prepares to spar with his partner, only to be laid flat on the ground within seconds.

“That wasn’t a very firm stance now, was it?” Levi says, looking down at the cadet who just lays there, groaning from the pain of the impact on his head. “I barely put any force into that kick. Now get up and show me a stable form.”

He spent time with every group, pointing out the flaws in the way they fought, and correcting them. Many of the cadets hated him by the end of the day. They hated him for how rough he was, and how violent he seemed to be, but Levi couldn’t care less about what they thought. He was told to watch over the new kids for the day, and he fulfilled his duty. How was he supposed to know that they were babied up until then?

—

The sky had darkened completely, the stars and the crescent moon now visible in the sky. Levi left his office in search of you, but when he arrived at your tent, you weren’t there. Maybe you were in the mess hall again. He searched there and didn’t see you anywhere. There was one more spot he could think of where you might be. If he doesn’t find you there, he’ll call it a night.

Not finding you will be his sign to stop looking for you all the time. He shouldn’t be spending this much time with you, anyway. You’re busy, he’s busy, and this thing between you guys is giving off the illusion of living the perfect life.

Aha.

“I was looking everywhere for you,” Levi says, sitting on the grass next to you. He can clearly see the piles you made with the grass you ripped out of the ground. “Did the grass piss you off or something?”

You laugh through your nose. “No, it’s a habit of mine.”

“Ripping the dirt’s hair out? That’s a pretty violent habit.”

He notices the blank look on your face, like you’re lost in thought. “What are you thinking about?” He asks, not looking away.

You stare at all the buildings, and appreciate how beautiful the moonlight makes them look. The blue hue giving the city a dream-like appearance.

“Have you ever thought about leaving this place?”

He considers calling you insane, but instead softens the blow to avoid being hated by you as well. “What gives you an idea like that?”

“I don’t know. I would never do it, but sometimes I like to imagine what it would be like to run away from my responsibilities.” You finally turn to look at the man sitting next to you. He’s not wearing the tan jacket he usually wears over his dress shirt, nor does he have his forest green cape with him. For a second, he looks like an ordinary man with no affiliation to the crowd of people who search for the monsters that are waiting outside for them. No title, no wings of freedom. Nothing. He’s just Levi. Nothing but himself.

“That’s an easy way out, don’t you think?”

You nod, flustered by how easily he shut down the things you pictured.

“If I were to ever do it, you know I wouldn’t tell anyone. I’m only telling you this because you understand how I live. You live the exact same way.”

He leans back on his palms, watching the sheer clouds move slowly in the sky.

“You said you would never run away. How did you go from talking about that to planning your escape if you ever were to run away?”

“I would want you by my side, Captain.” Your face shines in the darkness, the pale blue light painting it. “But…” you sigh, a dispirited smile on your face. “That’s one for the next life.”

The wishful look on your face was heartbreaking as you stared at the countless amount of specks littering the sky. Something about the way your eyes gleam, like there’s a dam about to burst, makes Levi’s heart wrench. He’s usually so quick to think of things to say to you, but for once you have him stunned.

“Ah, enough sappiness. Maybe I should head back to my tent.” You uncross your legs and place one hand on the ground to aid you in getting up. Levi sits up and looks up at you.

“I’ll come with you.” He stands from the ground, peering into your shiny orbs.

“Come with me, then.” You walk ahead, turning to look at him with a grin on your face. He knew what he wanted in that moment. To be realistic, it was all he wanted all the time.

—

“This place looks familiar,” he jokes, sitting on the chair.

“Yeah, you’ve probably been in here before. Say, I think you were here just a few hours ago.” You smile tenderly, a sight that makes Levi’s heart go: bum bum bum bum bum bum.

“How’s the gash?” You ask, folding your coat and setting it on the table.

“What gash? I can’t even feel it.”

“That’s good to hear. Want me to take a look at it again? See how it’s doing?” You wash your hands with some extra water you keep in a jug for emergencies.

“Is that just an excuse to get me to undress?” His lips twitch upwards.

“Jesus, Captain. What is it about this tent that turns you on so much?” You chuckle, heading towards the bed.

“It’s not so much the tent, but the treatment I receive in the tent. Speaking of being turned on, I guess we’ll just ignore the fact that you mask your desire to see me naked with your medical procedures.” His right eyebrow quirks mischievously.

“No, no. I can get you to undress regardless of whether it’s a medical examination or not.”

“Prove it.”

“I will. Come closer,” your index finger does a beckoning motion. He takes slow steps towards you, his eyes on yours the entire time. As he approaches you, standing directly in front of you, you grab his hips and pull him against your body. He’s now wedged between your thighs.

“Remember that time you spent the night in here with me?”

“Very vividly.”

“What if I told you I wanted you like that again?” Your hand comes up to his face, your thumb gliding across his bottom lip, before pulling it down and letting it bounce back in place. Levi was not okay after that. You had this look of hunger in your eyes, and he wanted nothing more than to satiate you.

“I’m in no position to deny you of your pleasure, but I think it should be a fair fight,” his hand grabs ahold of your collar, his thumb brushing the smooth fabric until it reaches the pointy edge.

“You think so?”

He nods, staring down at your exposed neck.

“Oh, Captain Levi,” you sigh, unbuttoning the first two buttons of your shirt. You stop there, enjoying the look of pure enamor on Levi’s face. His eyes scan every inch of skin you reveal, chasing the movement of your hands as you further expose your torso. “I didn’t know you had such a weak spot for an ordinary medic like me.”

He inhales, exhaling deeply, his eyes hooded and feline-like as he takes in your attractive features. “You’re anything but ordinary, precious.”

“Mmm,” you hum, satisfied with the feeling of his hands on your waist. “Because the Captain isn’t a dick to me, but instead, dicks me down every now and then?”

You leave him speechless for a few seconds, a rosy tint appearing on his cheeks. He loves it when you talk like this. You secured your win with that statement, because he immediately began unbuckling his belt, and untucking his shirt from his trousers. His shirt is set aside, and his trousers are partially lowered, his underwear lowered enough to release his throbbing length.

“You fucking win. Now, be mature and take accountability for what you’ve done.”

You look down at the erect figure below, fascinated by how flushed the tip is. You haven’t even touched him that much, and he’s already craving more of you.

—

You fucked like wild animals, the bed creaking beneath you as Levi thrusted into your wet heat. He had to cover your mouth because your moans were only getting louder as he continued to screw your brains out.

“Oh! Fuck, fuck! Captain!” You cry out, holding his shoulders to steady yourself.

“Shh… Let’s keep this between me and you, sweetheart.”

You rest your chin on his shoulder, biting it to muffle your moans as you continued withstand the push and pull of his cock inside of you.

“My—agh—favorite…little medic,” he grunts. “I’m gonna come, i’m gonna come!”

“Shh…come for me. Give it to me, sir.” Your hand goes to the back of his head, gently running your fingers through the smooth strands of hair.

His thrusts are quicker and stronger, and he fucks you like you’re a doll. Shuddering, he watches as you throw your head back in ecstasy, high pitched moans held in, resulting in cautious whimpers being expelled.

“Oh fuck,” he groans, pulling out of you. He gasps as he pumps himself until white, hot, spurts of his cum release.

For a while, all that can be heard is panting as you both attempt to catch your breaths. You giggle as you stare at his dazed expression, his mouth hanging slightly open with short puffs of air leaving and entering.

“That was fun,” you say, breaking the silence.

Little did you know that Levi was head over heels for you. He just didn’t know how to let you know, so he played the part of the fuck buddy. Sex with him was exclusive to you, though. You fucking anyone else was none of his concern, but he didn’t want to be this intimate with anyone else but you.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, when he doesn’t say anything. He just shakes his head, and gets dressed.

“Um, well, thank you for making my night so passionate,” you say through a giggle.

“Same to you. I should probably go get myself cleaned up.”

“Right. Wouldn’t want anyone to know that our beloved Captain actually gets laid, huh?” You smirk.

He laughs through his nose, a slight lift on the right corner of his lips.

“Goodnight, miss,” he says, only tenderness in his tone. He wonders if he should kiss you. Would that be too intimate? Would it make you uncomfortable? He doesn’t want to think about this right now, so he settles for squeezing your thigh, before heading back into the Scouts headquarters.

You smile like you’re satisfied with that goodbye, but all you really wanted was to feel his lips against yours. It’s all you thought about while he rearranged your insides. When is he going to kiss me? We haven’t kissed once this entire time. Is this the part where he kisses me? Should I kiss him?

You didn’t, though, because much like him, you were also afraid to push the intimacy to a level that created a permanent bond.

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[hollowistheworld]

Dancing

Day 1 of IBWeek2023, hosted by @the-bureaucracts-are-everything

Also on AO3

“I’ve heard,” Gabriel says, voice pitched low in a conspiratorial whisper, “that this is called people watching, and the humans do it too.”

Beelzebub snorts. “That’s ridiculous. Why would humans watch each other? They already know everything!” 

“It’s true!” Gabriel insists. Beelzebub is sure the angel believes it, less sure that he’s right. “Humans do that sort of thing all the time, you know what they’re like.”

Beelzebub has to concede on that point, at least. Humans were puzzling when they were created, and they’ve only gotten worse since. Still, the idea that they might spend their time just watching each other, as though there’d be anything interesting to see, is baffling. “Where did you even hear that?”

“From a human. When I was waiting for you. He said that’s what it looked like I was doing. Told me this was the best seat in the building for it.” 

Beelzebub shakes their head. “No matter how strange I think they are, they always manage to get stranger.” 

Gabriel nods. “It’s sort of fun, honestly. Wondering what they might do next. They’re nowhere near as predictable as angels.” 

Beelzebub nods. “Demons too. Sometimes I think I only wanted Armageddon to happen because I got so bored with all of it.” 

There’s a pause, and when Beelzebub looks up, Gabriel has a look on his face like he’s about to try biting into the frightening amalgamation of burnt flesh and roasted wheat that he’d purchased for each of them in tonight’s efforts to ‘blend in’. 

Thankfully, that isn’t what he ends up doing. “And now?” he asks instead. “Are you still… that bored?” 

Beelzebub raises an eyebrow. “We have an agreement. I realize demons are known for lying, but I wouldn’t cheat my way to victory on something that important. I do have some honor.” 

“No, I know that,” Gabriel says, and thousands of years of experience have Beelzebub marveling at the simple statement. Gabriel trusts them. Even stranger, they trust Gabriel. “I meant, with the boredom. Are things still so boring you want to go to war?” 

It’s a loaded question. A treasonous question. And it’s the easiest question Beelzebub has ever been asked. “No. Things have gotten… Very interesting, these last few years.” 

Gabriel smiles at them, and in true Supreme Archangel fashion he looks a little smug about it. 

“I never said I meant you,” Beelzebub says, though they’re smiling too, which is definitely undercutting their words. 

“But you do mean me.” 

“Isn’t pride a sin?” '

“Pride is. This isn’t pride. It’s confidence.” 

“Oh, I see.” Beelzebub laughs, their chest light in a way that’s becoming familiar and it’s… addictive. They’ve been checked out of work for a while now, a problem that had started a few centuries ago and only been exacerbated by Armageddon blowing up in their face. This thing they’re doing with Gabriel is different, refreshing, exhilarating… Peaceful. In all the millennia they’ve existed, there’s never been anything like sitting quietly with Gabriel, occasionally nudging one another to point out something some human is doing across the bar, exchanging stories of the stupidest thing some underling did today. 

“What are they doing?” Gabriel asks. 

Beelzebub - equally baffled by but a little more familiar with human activities - straightens in their seat and peers around Gabriel to see what’s going on. It takes them a moment to recognize the behavior - for some reason humans never seem to do it the same way twice. “Oh, they’re dancing. To the music.” 

“I thought dancing involved more…” Gabriel makes a vague sweeping gesture with one hand. “Lines?” 

“It used to.” Beelzebub observes the two humans, who look like they’re trying to fall over and step on each other at the same time. “They’re always changing how they do it for some reason.” They take in Gabriel’s expression, which is unangelically curious. Something had sparked in him a few weeks ago, when he’d miracled that jukebox. Something about all these human inventions maybe having something to them after all. Beelzebub is starting to agree. Maybe Crowley’s been onto something all this time. 

“Do you want to try it?” Beelzebub asks, before they can think better of the question. 

Gabriel startles a little, then gets a sheepish grin on his face. “Angels don’t dance.” 

“Angels also don’t have secret meetings with the leader of the demonic opposition,” Beelzebub points out, grinning. “What’s the matter? Afraid you’ll like it?” 

“Do you dance?” 

They shrug. “Never tried. But I’m not scared of it.”

“Neither am I.” Gabriel stands and maneuvers himself out of the booth. “I am the Archangel Gabriel. If humans can do it, so can I.” 

He’s really so easy to get riled up, it almost feels unfair. Good thing Grand Dukes of Hell don’t care about fairness. 

Gabriel holds out his hand as Beelzebub follows him out of their seats. “Of course, it appears to be a two-person activity.” 

Beelzebub rolls their eyes. They know full well that dancing can be done alone, and they suspect even Gabriel knows that much as well. But of course he isn’t just going to get up in front of the music-maker and make a fool of himself alone. 

Beelzebub takes his hand, and allows themself work out just where the music. The two humans already dancing don’t seem to notice them, too busy staring at each other and swaying back and forth like there’s a powerful and mercurial wind in the room. They don’t notice as Gabriel looks them over and holds his hands out, attempting to copy them. Beelzebub follows suit, starting and stopping a few times as they do by the way they both go still. 

It clicks together like a puzzle piece, and Beelzebub knows Gabriel feels it at the same time they do by the way they both go still. 

“I didn’t realize we’d be this close,” Gabriel says quietly. “It seemed… farther. When we were watching them.” 

Beelzebub wants to say something dry and witty to that, but their mouth’s gone dry. Not in the usual rot-of-the-damned way either. “It’s fine,” they manage, and the word couldn’t be more wrong. It isn’t fine. Beelzebub isn’t sure what it is, isn’t sure if they want to step closer or wrench their hands away, but it definitely isn’t fine. 

They stand like that for a long moment that might be all the eternities they’ve lived through. Beelzebub’s world spins as they process just how much taller Gabriel’s form is than their own, as they take in the glint of purple still present in his eyes, despite his toning it down amongst the humans. 

“…I think we’re supposed to move our feet,” Gabriel finally says. 

Beelzebub nods. “Yes, I - I think that’s important.” 

They both glance over at the other couple, but whatever they’re doing with their feet doesn’t make any more sense than it did the first time. 

“We should-“ Beelzebub begins at the same moment Gabriel says “So then we-“ and they both try to move their feet, immediately stepping on each other and falling over. Beelzebub stumbles into Gabriel, who catches them with one arm and promptly falls against a table. Beelzebub briefly loses track of exactly where all their limbs are, and barely stops themself from summoning their flies - anywhere else, with any other company, this would have meant they were in danger, that it was time to leap into a fight with the full forces of Hell behind them. 

But this is just Gabriel. Just an old archenemy who is proving to be so much more, to not actually be all that different from Beelzebub after all. 

They untangle themselves, Gabriel rights the furniture he crashed into - and discreetly miracles away the new crack in the chair leg - and they turn back to each other. No one else seems to have even noticed their mishap - or maybe it’s that Beelzebub isn’t paying close enough attention to notice anyone else’s noticing. 

Gabriel dusts off his jacket, which probably didn’t have anything on it to begin with, and says, “Do we want to try again, or decide there’s a reason angels don’t dance?” 

Beelzebub smiles. “Oh, do they give up that easily in Heaven? The War will be even easier to win than I thought.” 

Gabriel frowns and tugs them back toward the music again. “No, we do not give up that easily. It was probably your fault anyway. Demonic sabotage.”

“You are nowhere near talented enough to make me resort to sabotage.” 

They settle into position a little more quickly this time, and it feels just as right as it did the first time. More right, even. Beelzebub thinks they might like the feeling of Gabriel’s hand in theirs. 

“Follow my lead,” Beelzebub says. “I think that’s where we went wrong last time.” 

“Demons are known for being terrible dancers,” Gabriel objects, but when Beelzebub takes a step forward he allows himself to be pushed back without protest. 

“That still makes us better than your lot,” Beelzebub points out, and Gabriel grins. 

“It does make me want to watch Michael try,” he says. 

Beelzebub snorts at the idea and stumbles again, but this time they at least both manage to stay upright and away from the furniture. 

“See?” Gabriel says. “Terrible.”

“I could lead you right through that wall, you know.” 

Gabriel’s smile is soft, happy, nothing like the polite baring of teeth that has always marked their work-related meetings throughout time. It’s a nice smile. Beelzebub wants to see it more often. “You won’t.” 

Beelzebub pulls the two of them back a few steps. “No, I won’t.” Gabriel steps on their foot and they have to reset again, both of them grinning as though it’s funny, even though they’re both typically the sort to kill anyone with the misfortune of catching them at less than perfect. “I won’t on purpose, anyway,” Beelzebub amends.

Gabriel laughs. “I’ll admit, it’s sort of fun. I think. I’m still not sure we’re doing it right.” 

Beelzebub nods their head toward the other couple. “I think we’re doing as well as they are.” 

“Assuming they’re doing it right,” Gabriel says, and glances over. “They’re closer together than we are.” 

Beelzebub looks over and sees he’s right - the taller member of the duo is leaned over and practically draped over their partner’s shoulder. “I don’t think we’re to that point.” 

“No,” Gabriel agrees. “Not yet.” 

There’s promises in those two words, promises that make Beelzebub’s chest seize and lurch. Promises of some day and next time. The two of them hadn’t even made up an excuse for tonight’s meeting - they’re here because they want to be. Because they wanted to see each other. Because they wanted to talk. To dance, apparently. Because Gabriel makes better company than all of Hell, and he appears to prefer Beelzebub’s company over all the hosts of Heaven. 

For the first time - but not the last - Beelzebub wonders what would happen if they just left. If they kept trying to learn to dance and left Heaven and Hell to toil away without them. 

Not a conversation for tonight. They aren’t ready to give voice to such traitorous thoughts, not yet. They doubt Gabriel is either. 

Not yet. 

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[ransprang]

Max Verstappen x fem! reader (CEO AU)

r/n = rival's name

Max Verstappen, the talk of your town. He was the managing director of Hollatia a multi billion dollar company. he was going inherit the company from his CEO father. He joined us by being an angel investor in a few companies to understand business better, after all these skills would be useful being a young business man in the future.

Max had invested in your dads company, where your rival r/n also worked. Your dad had always compared you to them, and they seemed to have set the path of your life, if you strayed away from it you were deemed as wrong by your family. You never thought much of it till one day your family sat around the table and all they could speak off was how r/n was hanging out with Max. “Could she be the next CEOs wife?” “Are they dating?” That’s all they could discuss for 2 whole hours. You smashed your hands on the table left for your room.

Your father had organised a huge welcome part with everyone from his office and their families invited. You got dressed in a daring black dress with red lips, and tagged along with your parents. When you arrived, you saw Max Verstappen, the heir of the Verstappen holdings. He was tall, with light brown hair and piercing blue eyes. His cheeks were flushed red and he was definitely one of the most handsome men you had ever laid eyes upon. Max had an undeniable chemistry with r/n who had just been promoted to a higher position in the company. Just so perfect weren’t they you thought to yourself rolling your eyes.

You picked up your drink and kept eyeing the star of the night, after all Max Verstappen was a celebrity. He caught you staring him down, at this point he was embarrassingly returning your gaze back. You looked away every time you both made eye contact, hoping he doesn’t think lowly of you. It was now time for a toast and dance, everyone cheered on Max to step forward and say a few words before selecting someone to dance with.

Max picked up his champagne glass and stepped in the centre of the circle of people, “I am very happy to be a part of this wonderful evening, thank you all for this very warm welcome”. Everyone clapped and cheered enthusiastically and now awaited with bated breath for him to ask r/n for a dance. He stepped forward and shockingly asked you for a dance.

People didn’t quite seem happy, it seemed as though their expectation had been shattered, something scandalous had took place! You took Verstappen’s hand and slow danced to the music. He leaned into your ear and whispered “so what’s deal? You also into me or something?” A little annoyed you replied “huh so you think every girl who looks at you likes you? Kinda stuck up isn’t it?” Max gave an audible chuckle raising eyebrows of the people surrounding you two “no I don’t think that but I’ve never seen a woman stare me down so angrily either!” You gave an embarrassed sigh “I…I don’t understand why did you ask me to dance, in front of your lover r/n”, - “my lover? Huh they’re barely a friend…” just then r/n raised a toast breaking apart the dance.

It all seemed so planned as if r/n couldn’t bare to see you and max together. “Thank you for the lovely dance y/n you have graced Max’s night. Let’s all move towards the dinner hall before it gets too late”. You had a snarky smile on your lips knowing r/n’s tactics. You and max separated but he had taken an interest in you, while dining all he could think about was talking to you more.

While eating you stood with your family getting berated, your dad spat “you knew r/n is dating Max, why must you ruin it for them? Do you know how embarrassing it was when you accepted the dance?”. Despite knowing it was not your fault and that Max was in fact not dating them, you kept quiet. You didn’t want to argue against a wall, if it wasn’t this it would be another issue your family would pick on.

Max was noticing the tension across the room and decided perhaps you needed a rescue. He swiftly swooped in and asked you for a solo conversation outside, sending jitters through your family but who would truly want you to turn down Max Verstappen's requests? So you once again accepted and followed him out onto the sidewalk beneath the building.

“Tell me y/n what was happening in there?”, he may have been a stranger but you knew he was a nice person, you could feel it. You confided about your family situation in him, told him about r/n and everything. In return he told you about his difficult life growing up and how in actuality he finds r/n a bit annoying but since he’s new and didn’t know anyone in the company r/n supported him and he had already picked up on their true intentions.

The conversation seemed to have flowed so deep that Max and you lost sense of time. It had been almost 3 hours, the party had long ended and both your phones filled with missed calls. Panic had struck, you called your parents back as they screamed at you instead of showing concern. “WHERE DID YOU TAKE HIM? Bring him back now you’re embarrassing us, it must be your fault you two are gone for so long”. The screaming was loud enough for it to seep through your phone and reach Max. He looked into your eyes as you silently stood with the phone over your ear listening.

Your eyes had welled up, as you disconnected the call. Max unexpectedly took your phone and threw it into the distance, “MAX what was that for”, he stood there disappointingly staring down before speaking -“sorry I…I got angry and I know I can’t do much to fix it”. You realized his concern and for the first time someone thought about…you. Leaping onto the tall man in front, you hugged him tights.

You two swayed in the wind with arms wrapped around each other, for what felt like an eternity. Max then, held your hand tightly as he took you to his red sports car. You sat inside and he drove fast to your parents house. You both reached and he knocked on the door, he stood beside you like a pillar of protection. When your parents opened the door they began inquiring about him “Oh max! We hope you’re okay, apologies on behalf of our daughter, she can go wild sometimes”. Max interjected “you daughter and I had a wonderful time, and I would like to see her again and…again, she wants the same too. I will take her away from here if need be”.

Your parents were shocked but they had to nod their heads since they didn’t want to lose the deal. For the first time you felt powerful and happy, it felt like you had created a family of your own outside your house. Max over the next few days visited your house every day after work to make sure you were alright, and soon he booked 2 flights to take you away from there back to his home country where your future lay.

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Marina Found a ‘Magical New Form of Expression’ Through Poetry. Now She’s Releasing a Book

"Poetry has actually made me feel free," she says of Eat the World. "Because it's writing about things that, if I'm quite honest, I would rather people not know"

Marina Diamandis was on shrooms a few years ago, writing what she thought were lyrics for new music. A few days later, she looked at everything she had written and realized she wanted to go beyond just songs.

“I tried, and it just felt so weird,” she tells Rolling Stone. “I suddenly was like, ‘I think these are poems, actually.’ As soon as I accepted that, I started writing poetry every single day. For a whole summer, it was every single morning.”

What came out of those writing sessions was Eat the World, Marina’s debut poetry book, which Rolling Stone can exclusively announce will drop Oct. 29 via Penguin Random House.

The book intertwines Diamandis’ musings with gorgeous artwork as the singer explores her experiences with dating, reflects on some dark moments in her life, and examines her early career and her “Marina and the Diamonds” days with compassion.

Diamandis says the poetry captures a side of her that’s much more vulnerable and less processed. “There’s stuff that still feels slightly embarrassing to me, but it’s because I am exposing a genuine part of myself that maybe isn’t as glam and glitzy as I would like to portray,” Diamandis admits. “But I think that’s a healthy thing. That’s freedom to me: being able to show up as yourself and being OK with it.”

From her home in Los Angeles, Diamandis spoke about several of her Eat the World‘s poems and gave Rolling Stone an update about her upcoming music:

You’ve been talking about the poetry book for two years now. In October 2022, you tweeted, “I’ve been writing a poetry book this last year. It’s spicy, and brutal, and funny, and sad, and kind of like my lyrics, but way more savage.”

Oh my God. Is it that long ago? It is going to be exactly that. Books just take time to write, especially, with poetry. There is a parallel to an album in that you are encapsulating one chapter of your life, and this definitely felt like that. Sometimes, you can’t decide when it’s done until it feels instinctively like it’s finished. It’s been done for about six months

How are songwriting and poetry writing different for you?

I’ve discovered this magical new form of expression where I can still story-tell like I do with my songs, but I’m able to be way more honest and open about things that is just not possible with songwriting. I love the element of fantasy still with pop and with concepts, and sometimes, you have to forego a little bit of the objectivity of a situation for that. So with poetry, it’s completely different. It’s like I’m able to play with and process the past in a completely different format. It’s like there’s no rules.

What have you learned about yourself through the process?

I really learned about the parts of myself that I wasn’t comfortable with at all. I think, on the subject of relationships, they’re amazing because they are mirrors for us. Even being out of relationship, if something ends or if you’re doing random dating, all of those things just show us different parts of ourselves. The book has allowed me the space to be able to explore thing I wasn’t happy about myself in a way that I just don’t think I could have with music.

“Sex Robot” was very relatable, and touches on your experience dating in your 30s. What’s that been like?

I can’t be totally honest, because we’re doing an interview! I think we all struggle with that no matter what age because I think we are living in a very confusing time. The way that we function on social media has distorted the way that we perceive our lives and other people’s lives. I’m very much focused on how my life feels as opposed to how it looks. I’m just feeling very happy and content in myself now.

One poem, “Proof of Time” seems to be an encapsulation of what you think Los Angeles is: a plastic kingdom, perhaps. What inspired that one?

I’m obsessed with L.A., but sometimes I cannot get over this feeling that nothing is old. It feels so strange coming from Europe, particularly Greece and Wales, where everything is old as fuck. That poem is about longing for something deeper rooted to give me that sense of belonging. I was trying to fuse this feeling of this very modern culture, like lip fillers and butt lifts and plastic keychains on Hollywood Boulevard with this sense of history that comes the earth here: the nature, the canyons, the history of the Tongva tribe that lived here for 7,000 years before they all got wiped out.

What does the “Eat the World” poem reflect about the rest of the book?

It was one of the first poems I wrote. I wanted to encapsulate this feeling I’d had throughout my teens and my twenties that drove a lot of my work at the time. It’s like this insatiable need to be loved, essentially, and no matter what you achieve, there’s nothing that can really fill it permanently. I don’t feel like it’s tapping into negative things. I think it was just a reflection on how things were, and I wrote that when I got out of my record deal with Atlantic. It was a real end of an era where I could look at how I had been. I don’t think I really am looking for validation in the same way at all. I think now, it’s just like, is it fun? Is it going to contribute something positive in the world? Otherwise, why am I doing it?

It seems like you’re going through a transitional time in your life.

Definitely. I don’t even know what’s coming with music. All I know is that I feel different, and I also don’t feel in a mad rush. I feel like this next record’s going to be important, and I think the poetry book is also reflective of that. I’m able to take a left turn and do something that was genuinely just for the joy of doing it. I’m in a separate part of my memory bank. That’s how it feels.

You seem more free. Are you?

Yes. I am. Thanks for noticing.

What’s that like?

Oh my God. It’s amazing. Wait. Let me ask you. Do you feel free?

I don’t think so. I feel so stuck on this idea of where I want to be. I feel so chained to the idea of what I want in the future that I don’t feel like I’m free right now.

That’s so interesting. You’ve sparked something in my head, because when we go through these feelings, we think that we’re the only ones that could possibly be feeling that specific thing. For myself, it’s just related to how I grew up and feeling scared actually to be who I want to be. I think the last few years, I’ve really broken through that. I would always walk around the world thinking that everyone is free except for me, which is so ludicrous. I think a lot of us in creative professions are doing it because it makes us feel free in some way. It’s like a portal to freedom. Poetry has made me feel free, because it’s writing about things that, if I’m quite honest, I would rather people not know.

How has your relationship with the Electra Heart, Family Jewels era changed?

I feel so much more compassion for that version of myself. It feels very far away. It is hard to even watch interviews from that time, because I’m like, “Who is she?” Whenever I hear those records, I love them. I love my past, and it also always helps to listen to them right before I’m doing a new record. Because I want to know where I’ve come from, and what I’d like to bring in, what energy I want to bring in. I think this time, it’s an opportunity to do something really different.

You mentioned you’re working on new music. What’s the update on that?

I’ve been writing for six months. It’s still at the beginning. I haven’t started producing anything yet. Part of me is desperate to get things out, but also, part of me is just saying, “Enjoy this process.” Because this is my favorite thing: to build the record and build the world around it. I don’t have any timeline yet, but sooner rather than later. I know it’s been a while, but I’ve had things going on.

by Rolling Stone (April 2024)

#marina diamandis #2024 #interview #rolling stone #eat the world

[catalogercas]

Nevada

Summary: Dean processes his emotions at the speed Nevada counts it's ballots.

A03

Spring 2020

Dean can’t process.

It’s too much.

He stares at the wall.

He stares at his hands.

He flips up his phone again, stares at the now black screen, and thinks, maybe, he really should call Sam.

Sam and Jack both need to know what happened.

But he’s not even sure what did happen.

Too many things at once, that’s for damn sure.

One thing he’s certain, unrelently certain, about, is that Cas is gone. Like, gone gone.

He clenches his fists together and throws his head into his hands. He can’t take Cas being gone. Not again. He needs him. He needs him right now to get through the hell they’re all in. They need to wade through it all together. Defeat God. Call it a day.

But Cas...

Damn it, Cas. Damn it all.

He folds his head down further towards his knees and wishes there was a bottle of alcohol within his reach because, damn, does he need some.

He’s pretty sure Cas is gone because...well... because Cas was fucking... in love ...with him?

That couldn’t be right. Could it?

Why the hell would Cas go and do something dumb like be in love with him?

Honestly, what idiot would?

And that idiot being Cas...

He almost laughs, in a semi hysterical way, but Cas’ words fight with his confusion, his despair.

All he can see is Cas’ eyes welling with tears as he tells him how much he loves him. Because that was it, right? A love confession? A confession that Cas basically worships the ground he walks on because of how much he cares, how much he loves.

And that semi hysterical feeling punches him in the gut, because he doesn’t care enough, doesn’t love enough.

Because if he did, Cas would still be there. Right?

If he’d caught up with Cas faster, if he’d realized what Cas was saying ...

He could have...

He’s honestly not sure what he could have done, what difference it would have made.

How he could have stopped The Empty.

Tears steadily flow down his cheek as he lifts his fist and punches it into the floor before drawing back bloodied knuckles.

He stares at the wall again, then the ceiling, then the phone over and over in methodical order.

He wishes deals weren’t out.

He wishes he had Cas’ trenchcoat to hold on to.

He wishes he had a body to think about burning.

Something more concrete than an empty room.

He feels so empty it hurts.

He presses his hand to the bloody handprint on his jacket and whispers, “Damn it, Cas.”

XXX

Summer 2020

The Empty is as vast and dark as Castiel remembered.

He doesn’t understand, though, why he’s awake.

Why would an ancient cosmic being annoyed by his very existence allow him to be awake? A second time?

He calls out to the Empty, and it responds with his face.

“Pity that you’re awake, but, no matter. I’ve learned how to put you back to bed. So, off you go. Your son may try to bring you back, but it won’t work this time.”

Cas sighs and silently thanks Jack for trying.

XXX

Fall 2020

God is dead, finally dead.

Things are not normal, exactly, but Dean knows, at least, that God isn’t pulling his strings. Or Sam’s strings, or Jack’s strings or anyone else’s. Things are as normal as they’re going to get, considering.

They’re not good. They’re definitely not good. There’s a gaping Cas sized hole filling the bunker.

Jack’s been trying to bring him back from The Empty the same way he did the first time, using his god level angel radio, basically since God kicked it, but it’s not working. Hope that it will ever work is draining, and Dean is desperate to find another way to get Cas back, whatever it takes.

That, or to throw himself into every case he can to try to forget about the Cas sized hole that’s not just in the bunker but in his chest.

The hate and anger that Cas told him wasn’t his driving force, well, he’s pretty sure Cas was wrong.

All he wants is to break things until they feel as broken as he does.

XXX

He walks into Sam’s room in early November with a lead on a vampire den only to find that Sam and Jack, of all things, are watching news about the U.S. presidential election.

He’s never felt more removed from, possibly, anything. “You know none of us can vote, right?”

“Well, you definitely can’t. Election day was yesterday. But yeah, we’re all, well...” Sam trails off before turning back to the screen, clearly concerned about setting Dean off. It doesn’t take much these days. Even Dean knows that.

“Dead,” Dean finishes for him, bitterly. “Yeah.”

“Rooney was leading last night, but the states that haven’t reported are too close to call,” Sam says, ignoring the elephant he brought in the room. The glaring reminder that their best friend is still gone.

“Democracy is fascinating,” Jack says, seemingly oblivious, “especially this democracy, Sam’s been telling me how the electoral college works. Rooney could win without winning.”

“It’s a little more complicated than that,” Sam says as Dean wonders why either of them care, about anything, honestly, but especially this.

“Well, as thrilling as this is, I’ve got us a case. Looks like vampires, outside Vegas.”

“Clark County is one of the counties that hasn’t reported,” Jack says.

Dean gives Jack a blank look before he clarifies, “Las Vegas is in Clark County.”

“Yeah, great, whatever. Meet me outside in ten.”

XXX

Jack waits for Dean to leave before turning to Sam. “I’m trying it again. Dean needs him back. It fixed him when I brought Cas back before. I’d never seen Dean so happy.”

Sam frowns. They’ve been over this several times already. It’s not working, and it hurts them all to keep trying. “Yeah, well, what about you, Jack? Aren’t you tired of trying? You keep getting your hopes up only to have them dashed all over again. I’m sure that’s hard on you.”

Jack folds his arms across his chest and takes a deep breath. Sam isn’t wrong, but he’s not ready to give up. Not on Cas. Not yet. “I miss him, and I want him back so I’m going to keep trying.”

But it’s not just that. He thinks he’ll probably be seeking the Winchesters’ forgiveness for the rest of time, especially Dean’s. No matter what he does to help them, he’s not sure he’ll ever feel he’s atoned for Mary’s death. No matter how many times they say he’s forgiven.

Bringing Cas back helped Dean so much before, and all he wants to do is help them. Help Dean.

“But, it’s different for me, Sam. Cas was my father, and he knew, or, I hope he knew, that I loved him.”

“He knew,” Sam says.

“But Dean...Dean doesn’t have that. Cas doesn’t know that Dean loves him. I’m not sure Dean knows he loves Cas. But he does, doesn’t he?”

Sam huffs. “Yeah, yeah, I’ve told you before, he does. He just ... Dean’s a little dense about things sometimes.”

“But he needs to tell Cas. That will fix him. I’m sure of it.”

XXX

The drive to Nevada is long. They almost run out of gas before hitting Denver, and after Denver, the cassette deck goes on the fritz.

Dean refuses to let Sam or Jack play music off their phones, so instead he’s stuck listening to an endless and needless update on the current ballot count of several swing states. Pennsylvania, then Georgia, then Nevada, then back to Pennsylvania.

He silently decides to go along with their support of Lucy Hernadez. He tries not to overthink that they’ve mentioned her pro-LGBTQ platform several times. That’s important for the gay people he knows. Charlie. Claire.

His brain traitorously adds Cas to the list, and he grips the steering wheel too hard. They almost veer off the road, and Sam yells at him to watch it.

“Something in the road,” Dean mutters.

Neither Jack nor Sam point out that there’s nothing in sight.

They’re an hour outside of Las Vegas when Sam informs Jack that Georgia flipped blue at the same time as a phone inside the glove box starts ringing.

Sam opens the glove box and throws five cells on the ground before getting to the one that’s ringing. The caller ID reads Cas and Dean’s heart stops.

He immediately pulls off to the side of the road. “Where is he, Sam?”

Sam answers the phone, puts it on speaker, and it immediately goes to dial tone.

“Where is he?”

Sam keeps trying to call back, but there’s no answer.

XXX

Hope and doubt pervades the car.

With no other direction to go, they inch closer to Las Vegas as Jack informs them, with no particular enthusiasm that Pennsylvania has also flipped blue.

Then the impossible happens.

The phone rings again, and the caller ID reads Paradise, NV

The bubble of hope collectively rises, and Sam hits the speaker button.

They wait, and they’re all rewarded with Cas’ gravelly voice crackling in the background. “Hello, Dean? I hope you still have this phone...”

“Yeah, buddy, we read you loud and clear. Are you really in Paradise?”

“Paradise? No, Dean, I was...”

“No, Cas, the city. Paradise, Nevada.”

“Oh, um, I’m not sure. This is a pay phone.”

“We’re coming to get you right now. But we got to know where you are.”

There’s shuffling on the other end of the line. He hears Cas speaking with someone else before he returns. “Yes, I’m unironically in Paradise.”

“We’re not too far. Uh, hang tight?”

XXX

Dean speeds the whole way down the length of the interstate and bangs his horn empathically as he drives through frustratingly slow traffic outside Paradise.

There are crowds of what appear to be protesters holding signs stating, “Count the Votes.”

“Isn’t that just how voting works? What the hell are these morons doing?” Dean asks. “They’re in my way.”

Sam shakes his head. “Apparently that’s not how Rooney thinks.”

“Great. That’s just great. A wannabe dictator is preventing me from getting to Cas.”

“Wait, Dean, stop!” Jack shouts from the back. “I see him!”

And Dean sees, to his utter shock, Castiel standing in the middle of the crowd holding a sign covered in rainbows stating “Lucy Hernadez for president!”

Cas sees them, lowers the sign, and waves, a thin smile lighting up his eyes.

Dean doesn’t even take the keys from the ignition as he practically rolls out of the car and runs to Cas.

He doesn’t stop. He doesn’t think.

He sprints across the parking lot, shoving multiple people out of his way.

He gets to Cas and wraps his arms around him and before he can even process what he’s doing, his lips are pressed into Cas’ lips. His hands are in Cas’ hair, and he can’t pull himself away.

Cas needs to know.

It wasn’t one sided.

Now that he’s had months and months to think about it, it was really never one sided.

He pulls back and sees the surprise and shock written all over Cas’ face.

“I love you, you goddamn idiot!”

“Dean,” Cas says, and tears are welling in his eyes again, just like they were so many months ago. He leans his forehead against Dean’s and Dean leans into it. “I missed you.”

“Yeah, back at you. Never ever pull that crap again. Making a deal with super angel hell? Come on, Cas. Never again.”

He feels tears running down his own cheeks as they wrap their arms around each other, and Dean’s not sure that either of them plan on letting go.

As they do, the crowd around them starts applauding and cheering, and, at first, Dean thinks it’s for them, and he thinks, maybe, they should have moved away from the protest for this, but then everyone starts cheering,“Nevada’s blue! Nevada’s blue! Nevada’s blue!”

Dean laughs and cheers, because even if it’s not his victory, Cas is, and he’s there anyway. “Well, way to go Lucy Hernadez!”

“Yes,” Cas agrees. “I was speaking to the protesters while I was waiting for you. They gave me this sign. It seems some monsters are political policies.”

“Yeah, well, we don’t hunt those ones,” Dean says.

He looks up to see Jack and Sam walking towards them slowly as both keep looking away awkwardly and then looking back. He waves them forward.

They both wrap Cas in a hug, and, as the revelry goes on around them, for the first time in a long time, they all feel whole.

#SPN #Destiel #November 5 #My writing #I'm sure this is already on my blog somewhere but god knows where #Adding the link to this to A03 so I can find it

[friendly-books]

Ghost Story live blog

Ghost story 

I already know how and why Harry died. It would have been interesting to see if I could have figured it out. 

Mort has to show up in this book right? His whole thing is a ghost and now Harry’s a ghost. 

“Life is hard. 

Dying’s easy” pg. 1 Yep 

Carmichael! 

Is Harry in limbo? 

“Being here? With you? I’ve met my subconscious, and he’s not that slick.” pg. 6 Ha 

Harry you should know better than to use your Sight all Willy dilly 

Isn’t Amitiel an archangel? He has the -el suffix and that would explain why he stopped Harry’s Sight 

“The opposition” Jake said. You died because they cheated.” So a fallen angel had a hand in Harry’s death? I thought it was because Harry used Kincaid as a proxy to kill himself so he wouldn’t be the winter knight? Is there more at play here? Do I have a mystery to sink my teeth in? Yay! 

Wait where’s that quote from White Night ah found it “Once you start thinking, Gee maybe that isn’t me thinking about suicide, it kind of falls apart” Could this be apart of it? Could a fallen angel drive Harry to suicide. But if that’s the case then it wouldn’t be suicide it’d be murder right? I wonder which one? Why would the fallen kill Harry now? They’re not even in this book. 

“The faded, years-old scar I’d given myself on my right forearm, when my knife slipped while cleaning the fish my grandfather and I had caught, was missing also.” pg. 16 Oh more info about Harry’s time with Eb

“You want me to solve my own murder?” pg. 17 Only Harry could get in this much trouble being dead. And only Harry could solve his own murder. They said murder not suicide so there’s definitely more going on here.

“Won’t have much magic” pg. 18 Oh no that’s going to make things difficult 

“If it makes any difference” Jake said, “three of the people you love will come to great harm unless you find your murder.” pg. 19 Oh no 

Did Harry just call Murphy Karrin as in her first name?! 

Is Harry’s grave going to come up? Surely it will it’s his grave and he’s dead.

Wait so Jake is Murphy’s dad aw 

Mort! 

Why does this ghost know who Harry is? 

“And nothing-nothing at all-happened. 

There was no stirring of forces deep inside me. There was no current of equal parts giddy excitement, vibrating tension, and raw lighting flashing through my thoughts. There was no flash of white-hot flame that would have incinerated the apparition coming towards me. 

There was no magic 

There was no magic.” pg. 33 Oh no and I love this paragraph and how it describes what Harry feels when he does magic.

Wraiths are scary

“Oh perfect”

“Hiya, Morty” pg. 40 Ha

It’s been six months! 

“There is snow a foot and a half deep on the ground,” I said, pointing in a random direction “in May” pg. 44 Mab is up to something. Is she part of this? Is she trying to get her knight back? Is she mad that Harry reneged on their deal? So many questions

“I had a thing or two to learn about how formable will translated to power on the spooky side of the street” pg. 50 Is Harry going to get ghost powers?!

“This was terror of an alien vintage: I was helpless.” pg. 51 Oh no

I like Sir Stuart 

“Magic. The Gray Ghost was using magic.” pg. 57 Oh no 

“Oh. Plus I could run through freaking walls.” pg. 63 So cool ghost powers

“It’s crazy for a ghost to interact with the physical world. Sane ghosts don’t go around acting crazy.” pg. 65 So Harry is definitely going to be able to physically interact with the world. Because Harry is crazy 

“This is your fault Dresden.” pg. 66 How is this Harry’s fault Mort? 

“…sunk into him” pg. 66 Possession! Ghost powers! 

“Defendarius!” I barked, faux Latin, the old defense spell I’d learned from Justin DuMorne. pg. 83 Interesting I wonder why Harry used that spell? Is it because he now uses his shield bracelet instead? But now he doesn't have the bracelet and he falls back on this? Is this part of Harry’s training from Justin to be his personal enforcers? On a slight tangent do you think Justin didn’t teach Elaine and Harry certain magic? Or make sure they couldn’t go against him. 

“Heroes know better than to hand the universe lines like that.” pg. 94 Ha 

“Susan’s blood…everywhere” pg. 98 Therapy please 

“Why do I feel like I should be lying on a couch somewhere?” pg. 99 Is this it? Is Harry finally getting therapy while he’s dead? Or at least something close to therapy? Please tell me it’s therapy. Harry/Therapy my otp. I’ve been saying since the third book that Harry needs therapy. One of these books he better get some. Or at least go to Lilly the Summer Lady and get all his feelings out.

“That car shouldn’t be there.”

“An expensive one” pg. 106 Marcone? Am I getting Marcone? Please by Marcone 

“Murphy house had been warded, its natural defense threshold used as a foundation for further, more aggressive defensive.” pg. 108 Oh who warded it? 

“I told you not to show up early anymore, Child’s” pg. 113 CHILDS! You’re one of Marcone’s men. Why is Murphy meeting with one of Marcone’s men?

“Marcone’s top murderer-“ pg. 114 Marcone mention! I believe the polite term is troubleshooter 

“Ragged lady” pg. 114 Who’s the Ragged lady?

“When she was working with Dresden, I’d have said yes, in a heartbeat, without reservation.” 

“Now…Dresden gone. And she came back from Chichen Itza changed.” Murphy said “Maybe post-traumatic stress. Maybe something more than that. She’s different.” Oh no poor Molly I mean it has to be Molly. Who else could the Ragged Lady be 

“Tears blurred my eyes as I saw Mister” pg. 118 Mister! He’s ok :) Now I assume Mouse is with Maggie wherever she is.

Murphy has a buzz cut 

Where’s Molly?

This is the Justice League that Murph and Will  were talking about it in Side Jobs

“That will be up to Marcone” pg. 130 Marcone mention 

“Daniel snorted at exactly the same time I did.” pg. 131 Ha and I also snorted: what's the White Council going to do? 

“Then she whipped the pistol in a bone-breaking stroke, smashing it into the vampire’s jaw.

“Yes!” I hissed, clenching my hands into fists.” pg. 140 Ha and I also audibly said yes and pumped my fist. I think Harry is rubbing off on me.

“Oh, my,” Sir Stuart said, his voice muted with respect. “I can see why you’d come to her for assistance.”

“Damn skippy” pg. 141 Ha 

“Spirits are almost never this…”

“Stubbornly willful?” Murphy suggested.

“Insistent,” Mort finished, his expression neutral. pg. 148 Ha

“Mister is a lot of cat, checking in at right around thirty pounds. The impact staggered me, and I rocked back, and then quickly leaned down to run my hand over the cat’s fur. He felt like he always did, and his rumbling purr was loud and happy.” pg. 149 Aw Harry can pet Mister :)

“It took me a second to realize that I could touch Mister. I could feel the softness of his fur and the warmth of his body.” pg. 149 Yay 

“Oh sure, Professional ectomancer with a national reputation as a medium tells you what’s going on, and nobody believes him. But let a stump-tailed, furry critter come in and everyone goes all Lifetime.” pg. 150 Ha and Aw 

Oh no Power vacuum 

“We built wards around Karren’s house. Three hundred people from the Paranet, all working together.” pg. 157 Yay 

“They were all scared of Molly.” pg. 158 Oh no :(

“You don’t have any idea what you’re asking me to go through.” pg. 165 Oh now I remember Molly erased Harry’s memory of getting Kincaid to kill him. And Mab, Deamonreach, and Bonnie kept him alive.

“You will go to the Dagobah system. There you will learn from Yoda, the Jedi Master who instructed me.” pg. 167 Ha 

“Chewbacca is with her” pg. 169 Yay 

“It was the first time I used magic” pg. 175 I love that Harry uses his memory of first using magic to help him.

Harry’s talking to himself again 

Oh interesting Fitz can hear Harry 

“Old books and old movies. I had to help this kid.” pg. 203 Does Fliz remind Harry of himself? 

“I couldn’t remember the last time I’d felt so… 

Peaceful. Content.

And free. Free to do nothing. Free to rest. Free to turn away from horrible, black things in my memory, to let go of burdens for a while.

I left my eyes closed for a time, and let the contentment and quiet fill me.” pg. 209 While I’m glad Harry’s content and peaceful it’s a little concerning that it’s only because he’s dead. 

“Did you die doing the right thing?”

“I…No. I didn’t” pg. 214 No you saved your daughter that counts for something 

“I had become what I always fought” pg. 216 Just because you made a possible mistake at the end of your life doesn’t negate all the good you did in your life. One bad deed doesn’t outweigh the good. 

“The gates of the cemetery were being left open.” pg. 223 A clue! 

“Hot diggity dog” I said grinning “The games a-freaking foot!” pg. 224 Ha 

“It was on fire” pg. 225 Oh no Mort’s house

“Harry Dresden-I take responsibility for more impossible situations in the first twenty-four hours of being dead than most people do all day.” pg. 235 Yep that’s Harry alright 

Butters!

Bob!

“Don’t have to, former boss” pg. 246 This got me tearing up. 

“It doesn’t upset me” I said even though it sort of did” pg. 248 It upsets me 

“The one he organized to help defend the city from the formor.”

“I figured you knew…Marcone Baron John Marcone.” pg. 249 Marcone mentions I love that he’s a part of The Chicago Alliance. Again with the references to the Formor. Are they the people Harry and co fight in Battle Ground? Wait, is the headquarters the castle? 

“It’s license plate read: MeepMeep” pg. 250 Ha 

“The same Justin who had adopted me and trained me to grow into a monster, and who had eventually decided I wasn’t tractable enough and attempted to kill me.” pg. 261 Justin is the worst and I think we’re gonna learn more about him and Harry’s time training with him given how he keeps getting brought up. 

“Someone had turned the ruins of my old home into a freaking fortress.” pg. 264 Marcone did and it’s great 

“It read, simply, Brighter Future Society” pg. 264 Yep I love this. The castle is a monument to all Harry’s done. I love that Marcone built it over Harry’s house. Is the lab still there? I love the name. Because is it not what Harry fought for. For a brighter future 

“To build on the ruins of the boardinghouse, construction would have to start practically the same day that I died. Actual stone is expensive to build with because it’s difficult and time-consuming. This place was as big as a small castle. It should have taken months and months and months to build. It gone up in six. Probably significantly less, given the weather.

“This place must have cost a damned fortune” pg. 265 Yep I think the castle is a monument to the good Harry’s done and all that he stood for. Marcone must have planned this for a while. It definitely cost a fortune given that I looked up similar relocations, one from the 1925 cost $250,000 inflation would make it $3,213,414.29 in 2011 when the Ghost Story was published. That’s a lot of money. Did Marcone approached Murphy about the Brighter Future Society. Murphy approaches Marcone? What was everyone’s reaction to the castle? Were they mad that Marcone bought the land that was Harry’s home and then built a castle over it? Were they glad they had a headquarters? What was Marcone’s reaction to Harry’s death and ghost? Was there a funeral?  

Did anybody in the White Council mourn? Was there a Worry Room meeting? Oh no what was Ebenezar’s and Thomas’s reaction? 

“Too simple,” I said “Too easy. He’s running some kind of game on you.” pg. 268 Or he could ya know want to help. Honestly Harry Marcone isn’t evil incarnate 

“About five minutes after I get a functional lightsaber” pg. 271 Ha

“I know it wasn’t Marcone” Murphy said. “All trouble shooters have alibis that check out. So did he and Gard and Hendricks.” pg. 275 Why would it be Marcone? Honestly people 

“No going to Marcone for help.” He paused and looked around the room as if he’d never seen it before “Because that would be…unpredictable.” pg. 277 Ha and that’s rich coming from Murphy and Harry as they stand in the castle that Marcone provided and staffed with his men. 

“The real Dresden wouldn’t hesitate.”

“The real Dresden would never have gotten a chance to see them. To talk to them. He’d just skip straight to a fight.” 284 First can we not talk about “real Dresden” second yes things have changed since Harry’s death nobody’s the same anymore not even Harry. 

Yep Kincaid shot Harry. I want to know more about cheating. If we take the fact that the other side pushed Harry then which fallen angel and why? It’s not Lash obviously, maybe Lanciel or Lucifer? What push caused Harry to go through with the shooting? 

“News of my death would shatter Ivy.” pg. 288 Oh no poor Ivy :( Oh no she probably knows it was Kincaid who shot Harry. Oh no, why? 

Surely Harry will get his magic back? Right? 

“The first conscious spell I’d knowingly worked, fully planned, fully visualized, fully realized, had been calling forth a burst of fire.” pg. 296 Of course Harry’s first spell was fire

Boo Justin get away from Harry 

“He had very long, slender fingers but his hands could make fists that were hard as rocks.” 

“If I angered Justin, he went from saying please to using fist. pg. 297 Glad Harry burned Justin to death. Can I go meet his ghost in a denny's parking lot? I just want to talk ignore the baseball bat 

I love how teen Harry talks about his interest in comic book superheroes

“Sedjet” pg. 297 Oh that’s not a word Harry usually uses to use magic

“I flicked the starter on the Bic lighter I had palmed in my right hand.” pg. 299 Ha

“Justin held his fist right next my face, until the heat was beginning to make me uncomfortable, but he never flinched and his flesh remained unharmed.” pg. 300 This reminds me of the similar situation with Harry and Molly

“Unremarkable. Complement. His mouth twisted and his voice turned bitter “Mediocre. Mediocrity is a terrible fate, Harry” pg. 301 Justin needs to chill like what’s wrong with average? Not everyone wants to be known or the best 

“I will have no shrikers here, boy” pg. 301 I don’t like that Justin calls Harry boy here 

“No one had ever told me I was special before. But Justin had. No one had ever taken so much time to do anything with me. Ever. Justin had.” pg. 301 Poor Harry :( 

“You know.’ Cause…the mediocrity” pg. 301 I love that Harry used the ‘mediocrity’ and turned it on its head.

“Good. When all is done, I think you’ll find baseball a rewarding experience.” pg. 303 Flashbacks to how Harry learned to shield. This is giving me vibes of the cycle of abuse but I might just be reading too much into it. Harry mentions Justin using his fist and now he’s giving Harry a “gift” especially since I know how that gift is going to be used in the future. Justin reminds me of abusive parents

“Flickum bicus” I whispered.

“The fire was every bit as beautiful as I remembered.” pg. 304 Yay Harry got his magic back! 

Oh Harry’s talking to himself 

“I had learned how to do magic the hard way first-all of it in my head. Only after I’d proved I could it without props did Justin tell me that it was even use them.” pg. 307 Interesting that Justin taught him the hard way. I wonder why

“When Justin began teaching me how to create protective shields, he threw baseballs at me at top speed. When I failed, I was hit with a fastball moving at more than eighty miles per hour. Justin said pain was an excellent motivator, and that the activity was good training.” pg. 311 Boo I still don’t like this training method. Pain is a stupid motivator. Justin’s training sucks 

Lea is here. Why is she “training” Molly? For her taking the Winter Lady mantle? 

“Harry didn’t believe that” Molly said, her voice brittle. “He never hurt me.” pg. 312 As he should. 

Molly’s gotten better at magic ah! I’m so proud 

Oh Lea taught Harry? Interesting 

“I am, however, reasonably good with fire” pg.329 Ha and biggest understatement ever 

Why is Molly homeless? Why isn’t she staying with her parents? 

“Is that what it’s like for you? Throwing fire that way.” pg. 339 Is Molly jealous of all the raw power that Harry has? 

I do wonder if Harry’s problem with control is in part because he has a lot of raw power and it’s like holding back a ocean and that’s hard to control, just naturally bad control, or something Justin had some part to play in it or a combination of the three.

“Of you, Harry. You could find anything in this town, but you never even noticed the shadow you cast” Her eyes overflowed and she slashed them angrily with one hand. “Every time you defied someone, every time you came out on top against things you couldn’t possibly have beaten your name grew. And they feared that name. There were other cities to prey on-cities that didn’t have the mad wizard Dresden defending them. They feared you.” pg. 342 Yeah Harry can be scary 

“I grew up an orphan with nothing but a few vague memories of my father before he died. My childhood hadn’t been the kind of thing I’d wish on anyone. I had run into some bad people. Justin was the worst-a true monster.” pg. 344 Poor Harry 

“When I was sixteen or seventeen, still agonized by his betrayal, and certain that I would never know anything like a home, friends, or family, I made myself a promise: I would never allow a child of mine to grow up as I had-driven from home to home, an easy victim with no protector, never stable, never certain.

Never” pg. 34 Poor Harry poor Maggie 

“It was home.

My home.

Sweet home Chicago” pg. 349 Aw I love that Harry loves his city

Oh Fitz knows about Harry. Yes Harry helps people 

Am I going to see Nick again?

The Astor case! Faith! 

“In thirty years? You live like this and…Seven? That’s it? That’s all?” 

“Nick leaned back in his chair and gave Fitz a small smile. “That’s enough” pg. 364 I love Nick 

“Yeah” Fitz signed “He…kinda doesn’t shut up.” pg. 371 Ha 

Ah Harry’s having Fitz knock on the secret compartment from The Warrior 

Is Fitz going to pull a Le Mis? Steal the candle sticks from a priest

“(It burned down.) 

(I was not responsible)” pg. 386 Ha and yes you were responsible Harry 

Oh no Morty 

Oh no Evil Bob

Oh no the Gray Ghost is Corpsetaker 

“I’d survived my original encounter with her thanks only to the intervention of “Gentleman” John Marcone, little bit of luck and better guesswork, and some truly epic paranoia.” pg. 416 Marcone mention and glad that Harry remembers that Marcone helped him.

“Justin had manipulated us both masterfully. He wanted us to bond. He wanted us to feel isolated from everyone else and loyal to him. Though he put a facade about it that fooled me at the time, he wanted us to work through our nascent sexuality with each other and save him the bother of explaining anything-or the risk of either Elaine or me forming attachments with someone outside our little circle.” pg. 419 Yeah isolating is part of the abuse 

“Tears blurred my vision as I asked him, in a very quiet, very confused voice, “why?” pg. 420 Sobbing

“He’d never told me about the White Council or the rest of the supernatural world. Abusers like to isolate their victims. People who feel that they are completely alone tend not to fight back.” pg. 422 Yep Justin is the worst 

Lea! 

“I missed that episode” pg. 425 Ha

“I do not know what happened between the time you left Justin and the time you came to me.” pg. 425 Oh Harry ran to Lea 

“You do not settle things by half measures, do you, my godson?” pg. 427 Yep that’s Harry 

“And the Thing standing just inside the door.” pg. 436 Oh no it’s He Who Walks Behind! I know that capital letter when I see it. 

“Neither fear nor pain sway you from your objective. Excellent” pg. 442 Why is HWWB so happy by this? 

“Child of the stars.” Oh what’s this? Is there more to Harry? Proficiency? or stars align on his birth? 

“There was a flickering heartbeat of uncertainty in that inevitable presence, and the creature said, “What” pg. 447 Ha and Harry really threw this Eldritch abomination for a loop with that 

“But I can choose which way I turn.” pg. 447 Yes smart use that knowledge Harry 

“I expected better of a pupil of DuMorne.” pg. 448 Does HWWB know Justin personally? 

Oh no poor Stan

“It.

Wasn’t.

Right.

No, it wasn’t. But the world wasn’t a fair place, was it? And I had more reason to know it than most people twice my age. The world wasn’t nice, and it wasn’t fair. People who didn’t deserve it suffered and died every single day. 

So what? So somebody ought to do something about it.” 451 So cool I love that this quote shows us Harry’s character 

“Fuego!” pg. 452 Yay

Interesting I always thought Harry fought HWWB after he killed Justin and Justin used his death curse to release HWWB. So Harry defeated an Eldritch Abomination then fought Justin. Why didn’t Justin use his death curse on Harry? What does HWWB want? 

“Your killer was but the proxy of another being, and one mightier and more dangerous than he” pg. 466 Interesting this means that Harry is mightier and more dangerous than Kincaid. This could also be about the proxy with the fallen angels. 

Bob’s skull is cool

“And besides…he was my oldest friend.” pg. 480 Aw :) 

“Because of that thing,” Daniel said, nodding toward me.” pg. 494 Rude 

“Hell, she’s even taken help from Marcone.” pg. 495 What’s so wrong with that? Marcone’s more of an ally at this point than an enemy. 

“Daniel Carpenter leaned back, lifted a size-fourteen work boot, and kicked the door leading to the factory floor completely off its hinges.” pg. 498 Yay 

“Allow me to clarify,” I said “Touch him and you and I are going to throw down.” pg. 507 So cool 

“I will see him safely to the next world. The Prince of Darkness himself will not wrest him from me.” pg. 508 So cool 

“He’d recognized something in his old teacher’s words or manner. I’d seen the faces of abused wives while they watched their husbands drink, sickly certain that the cycle of abuse would renew itself in the coming hours. Fitz knew Aristedes looked like when he was about to dispense violence.” pg. 511 I’m glad this book is going into cycle of abuse 

Oh no Daniel 

“I stifled a furious scream of my own and looked away as the sorcerer bent and twisted the energy of Creation itself into a means of torment.” pg. 520 I love that Harry hates how magic gets twisted 

“When I faced my old master, I did it with newly made staff and blasting rod in hand, with the ancient forces of the universe at my call and with words of power upon my tongue. 

Fitz had more courage than I had as a child.

He went to face his demons with no weapon at all.” pg. 529 So cool 

“Present company excluded,” I said 

“You don’t count,” the skull said stoutly. “You were drafted” pg. 539 This does make me wonder why Harry’s still a warden post coming back to life. I feel like dying would relinquishing his warden duties 

I love Bob and Harry’s friendship 

“Come home” pg. 546 I love this and how Harry uses his memories for this spell 

Harry got his staff!

“Our friend Mortimer is in trouble. And we don’t have much time…” pg. 550 I’m glad Harry considers Mortimer a friend 

“Marcone is in Italy or something. Childs in charge.” pg. 559 I do wish we got to see Marcone’s reaction to Harry’s ghost. Is Marcone in Italy for an Accord meeting? Is he getting updates on what’s happening with the rest of the alliance? As far as I know this is the second time Marcone has left Chicago. Once back in Death Mask in the train with Nicky and the shroud and now in Italy. 

“(I usually took Bob along. He sat on the dashboard. I always thought I’d been doing him a favor, although when I thought back, it made me think he’d been doing it for the sake of shared experience. For company.)” pg. 565 Aw :) 

“A relationship,” he replied “With me” pg. 58 Uh you wanna clarify that Evil Bob 

“Maybe you could clarify what you mean by a relationship. Because I’ve got to tell you, Bob, I’ve, uh…I’ve been hurt.” pg. 588 Ha 

“I spent my lifetime fighting the darkness without becoming the darkness. Maybe I had faltered at the very end. Maybe I had finally come up against something that made me cross the line-but even then, I hadn’t turned into a degenerate freakzoid of the Kemmler variety. One mistake at the end of my life couldn’t erase all the times I had stood unmoved at the edge of the abyss and made snide remarks at its expense. 

They could kill me, but they couldn’t have me.

I was my own.” pg. 590 Yes such a great quote and so cool. 

“But I am dead certain-ba-dump-bump-ching-that I’m the first guy to lead an army of spirits in an assault from the spirit-world side…and had them start off by screaming, “BOO!” pg. 599 Ha

“No one likes a wiseass, Harry” pg. 612 Ha and a call back to White Night 

“In fact, it was what one could only have expected from a member of the White Council.” pg. 624 I’m proud of how much Molly has grown but also worried about her 

“Be.” pg. 638 Yes! So cool! 

“As it turned out, I had a natural fortress of personality” pg. 654 Ha 

“Your brain is a very strange place,” I said I meant it as a compliment, and it showed in my voice.” pg. 669 Aw 

“They’ve been like that ever since they killed you.” pg. 677 What a line and no Molly you didn’t kill Harry. I don’t think Harry killed himself either.

“Sanya said, his dark, handsome face lighting up with a white grin.” pg. 679 Bi Harry moment 34! We’re back people 

“And it was all your fault, Harry” pg. 680 No it’s not your fault Harry. Also why is this in italics? Is this what the fallen did to cheat? 

“He did deserve the truth.” pg. 686 Yes he does. I’m worried about Thomas. We haven’t seen him all book. 

“The voice warmed very slightly “Harry. What’s up?” pg. 686 Hey it warmed slightly that’s something epically for Kincaid 

“He let out a soft chuckle. “Thanking me,” he said “That’s new.” pg. 687 Aw 

“Appropriate. I must confess to being more of a Star Wars fan than a Star Trek fan, personally.” pg. 690 Huh Uriel is a Star Wars fan 

“Uriel. I should have known from the outset.” pg. 692 I should have known it 

“Yeah, well. Blaming myself for bad stuff isn’t exactly, um…completely uncharacteristic for me, man.” pg. 697 Yep

“And then he hung up. On speakerphone. On a freaking archangel.” pg. 699 Ha 

“Mr. Sunshine…is perfectly acceptable. I suppose.” pg. 700 Ha 

“What Comes Next.”

“So I can stay Between” pg. 701 I see those capital letters 

“But it seems to me, you half-wit, that you probably shouldn’t have left a freaking ectomancer a pit full of wraiths to play with.” pg. 706 So cool go Mort! 

“Empty liquor bottles littered the side table next to it.” pg. 713 Oh no

“Not only was it messy, it was simply messy, instead of attractively messy, and for Thomas that was hideous. He had a couple of weeks’ growth of bread; not long enough to be an actual beard yet, but too long to be a sexy shadow.” pg. 713 Oh no poor Thomas :(

Mouse! 

“I wept openly as my dog all but bounced at me. He was obviously joyous and just as obviously trying to mute his delight-but his tail thumped loudly against everything in the room, and puppyish sounds of pleasure came from his throat as he slobbered on my face, giving me kisses.” pg. 721 Aw my heart :) 

“What has begun must finish, little brother.” pg. 721 What?! Little brother?

“You are a soul. You have a body.” pg. 727 Interesting and cool. 

“A whole lot of pain.” pg. 728 Harry’s alive! 

“Parasite? What?” pg. 733 Bonnie? Why would you call Bonnie a parasite? That’s rude Man and Demonreach better apologize 

“Lies. Mab cannot change who you are.” pg. 734 Yay! 

“And mediocrity, my queen, is a terrible fate.” pg. 736 A callback

“I will be the Winter Knight,” I told her. “I will be the most terrifying Knight the Sidhe Courts have ever known. I will send your enemies down in defeat and make your power grow.” I smiled again “But I do it my way. In my terms. When you give me the task, I’ll decide how it gets done-and you’ll stay out of the way and let me work. And that’s how it’s going to be.” pg. 737 So cool and such a good quote 

Final thoughts 

Such a good book. I liked the fights. We got a Bi Harry moment we’re up to 34! Hopefully we can keep the streak up. I loved all the introspection in this book. I loved how much this book shows Harry’s friendship with Bob. I love the cool ghost powers. I like how we got into Harry’s past. I’m glad Maggie is with the Carpenters. I love how this book shows the consequences of the last book with the power vacuum and monsters closing in. I do wonder if the Formor are moving in because of the vacuum or because Harry died or a bit of both. I’m glad I got to see Mort. I do hope Thomas gets better. I wish Marcone was in this book but I think that’s about every book. I do wish we could see his reaction to Harry’s ghost. I wonder if Harry’s friends will tell Marcone about Harry’s ghost? Still waiting for dad Harry moments. 

Harry’s death 

So Harry didn’t commit suicide. He was murdered. I really think “ Once you start thinking, Gee maybe that isn’t me thinking about suicide, it kind of falls apart” applies here. Now why would Kincaid agree to kill Harry? I know Harry owes him one but still. This is going to hurt Ivy; her sort of father figure (Kincaid) shot and killed her only friend (Harry). I don’t like that Harry roped Moly in his death and didn’t tell Thomas. Was this all a part of the fallen’s plans? As for who whispered those words. I think it’s either Lanciel or maybe Lucifer. I want to know why? Why now? I do wish we got to see what Harry’s death curse could be. I do wonder if Harry dying canceled the death curse of die alone?

Harry’s resurrection

I’ve asked this question before but I think it bears repeating: how long does someone need to be dead for it to be considered necromancy or resurrection? Is Harry a zombie now? Or is he like Kemmler? I assume due to Harry being a special case he’s not a zombie. Either way I hope that Harry’s death and resurrection have some impact on him. It has to leave some mark. 

Onto cold days!

#the dresden files #harry dresden #harry dresden is bi #ghost story

[bigskydreaming]

Mmmmkay so finished The Midnight Club and I need to know when season two is immediately please and thank you.

And also whymst the fuck did we not get to hear Cheri’s story. There were eight kids and ten episodes how do you not make that math work ugh I don’t understand and object. Yes she is canonically a pathological liar who by her own admission made up a half a dozen wildly outlandish claims that she stated as absolute fact per episode but that’s no excuse, that doesn’t count as her telling her story. Rude. Uncalled for. Will be writing to my senator about this.

Still trying to decide whose story I liked best this season. Natsuki and Anya’s were probably my favorites or at least the ones that hit me hardest but Spence’s was a fave as well and Sandra’s didn’t leave the impact those other three did but I still liked it on a more superficial level because I’m a sucker for noir and it was very fun and experimental and also not what o expected from Sandra at all. I mean the others did say all her other stories were just different variations of angel porn Lolol.

Amesh’s story was surprisingly in the bottom half of the stories over all - surprising because he’s easily one of my fave characters but his story just didn’t do anything for me. Maybe it was because I feel like I’ve seen that end of the world war games simulation set up used so many times elsewhere? Or maybe I’m like Natsuki and just hated the ending he gave it lol.

But Ilonka and Kevin’s were easily the weakest stories of the bunch for me. They just….didn’t feel like they had as much substance as the others? But then again that kinda makes sense because the trade off is the two of them easily got way more characterization and focus on their overall arcs than any of the other characters so there was less need to use the stories they told specifically as vehicles to give their characters more depth. In comparison Natsuki got very little focus outside of her relationship with Amesh, other than a couple scenes here and there, so the writers really brought their A games to her story episode to compensate for that.

Anyway, excellent show was excellent, a really strong first season and I need the next one now. Soon please. I hope Sandra comes back and isn’t just an occasional guest star but they find a way to keep her tied into things more directly than that.

I called the Julia thing from like her first appearance lol, and I had a strong hunch about Athena, so wasn’t surprised by either of those twists but I wanna know why Ilonka and Kevin are the only two who can see the ghosts of the couple who first built the house….I’m wondering if maybe it could be a reincarnation thing?

Like maybe they also did the ritual the Paragon tried to do, for extending lifespans, but the way it actually works is it makes the person able to reincarnate or able to potentially possess someone else if the right conditions are met? If it’s something like that, Kevin and Ilonka’s stories both had elements that could potentially be seen as hints or nods to those possibilities. But that’s definitely the mystery I’m most curious about seeing addressed next season.

Also they’re not allowed to kill Amesh next. I abjure this. I rebuke it. The shadow can fuck right the bell off. Take Mark instead. Go repo Julia’s overdue ass. Whatever.

#the midnight club spoilers

[spiremire]

6 months in Interior Alaska

In August I moved 3500 miles north from Los Angeles-ish to Interior Alaska for a PhD program. This was the most nerve wracking thing I’ve ever done and also one of the most exciting. When I talk to friends and family about having moved up here, it’s pretty clear they’re picturing me living in a cabin in the woods, fending off bears and somehow a university fits in there, somewhere. Like Alaskan Bush People, with a random college campus thrown in.

Sometimes, they’ve got the right idea. But never for the reasons they think. There’s lots of stuff that’s hard to get up here. That means everything purchased in the state of Alaska comes with a hidden shipping cost built into the market price of the item. When you’re paying nearly twice as much for fresh meat and produce in the stores than the folks living in the lower 48, it’s no question why so many locals turn to hunting and foraging to stock their pantries. Yes, even the ‘city folk’. (I live in the largest urban center in Interior Alaska, but there’s only like 33,000 people living in the city limits. I think that’s what most people would qualify as a small town.)

In terms of hunting and foraging, I wouldn’t even know where to start. No one is ever willing to share where their berry spots or mushroom spots are, and I can’t eat fish and have no interest in getting a hunting license for something bigger. I don’t even have hunting experience to make something larger feasible.

Regardless of price, there’s still some things that I just can’t get up here. Furniture stores like Ikea and Wayfair make no selfsame effort to get their products up here, not even for exorbitant shipping costs. (Usually you have to pay exorbitant shipping costs to a third party package forwarding service, or something similar, instead.) There’s a Target in Anchorage, but Anchorage is 7 hours away on a good (not icy) day. I’ve been making do with Wal-Mart, but it’s not the same and I’m not thrilled about it. Amazon usually charges extra for shipping, because I never buy anything on Amazon I can get in a store, and that usually ends up being weird, bulky items because I am perpetually unlucky.

Speaking of big grocery chains, we only have 4. We have Wal-Mart, Fred Meyer, Safeway, and Costco. These are all the biggest single stores I’ve ever seen in my life and have enough departments they’re almost individual mini-malls. Except the Costco. Costco is the same everywhere. I think I’ve already mentioned being afraid to go into the Wal-Mart and that I just use online order pick-up instead? Yeah. Yikes.

A related aside: Over spring break, which was a couple weeks ago now, we had a few researchers from Portugal visit us so they could get samples at a few of the thermokarst lakes nearby, and they had a pretty miserable mishap with their luggage where all their clothes got lost in Frankfurt, Germany (their first connection), but all their sampling materials arrived just fine. So we ended up taking them to Wal-Mart to get them a few basics, and they’d never been in a Wal-Mart. They also found it entirely overwhelming and I feel vindicated. Anyway.

The familiar-national-chain pickings are slim, whether I’m looking for groceries, fast-food, or another specialty store. This isn’t to say that everything I need isn’t available. Because it is. If you can’t get it for closer-to-lower-48 prices at a national chain store, you can definitely get it from some local supplier. Only problem is, the local suppliers can charge whatever they want, because there’s no competition. Is that good for them? Yes! Absolutely. I love small businesses, and I love that this area allows them to thrive. Is it good for me? Hell no. I don’t make enough as a student to justify going out to eat more than once a month, or once every two months if I’m going to a sit-down restaurant, where the cheapest plate is somewhere between $20-25. Which is rough.

But I don’t only have complaints! There’s so many things I love about here, so far, and in the big picture, I feel like my complaints don’t even begin to outweigh the benefits. I’ve gotten a million opportunities I’d never have gotten anywhere else to do cool stuff. I got to go ice climbing, touch three million year old dirt at the bottom of a permafrost tunnel, see so many excellent showings of aurora borealis, dodge moose and bears and caribou with my car, feel -45F, or experience a full 24 hours of darkness.

I’m having a blast, but sometimes the little things make me feel more like I’m living in the woods. (Don’t get me started on the dry cabin situation up here.)

A lot of it can be mitigated by simply going to these places while I’m visiting my family in the lower 48, but I only see them once a year because I’m so busy and flights are so expensive.

#feel free to ignore #this is just me word vomiting about my new location

[ego-osbourne]

I’ve had this idea for a hot second, but I’ve finally drawn it out. This is just a concept, but here’s my thought process so far:

I’ve got this big plot point in AHOS where Lucifer and Satan are both one and separate beings. Lucifer is the man and the mind, having existed since the beginning of angelic creation, and still exists as the Devil today. Satan is more of the spirit, something like Luce’s “heart’s desire,” technically originating the moment Lucifer thought of overthrowing God. Satan isn’t all of his spirit, but it’s definitely corrupted a large part of his soul, acting as the sort of angry motivator for a lot of Luce’s actions. When Lucifer was condemned and Fell, Hell is created around him, and with it comes a physical representation of his angry soul: Satan.

For the first however-long in Hell, Luce and Satan inhabited the same body, and lots of Luce’s thoughts were propelled by Satan, essentially making the two act as one. But then, these thoughts became more and more intrusive and overbearing, to a point where Lucifer was being extremely violent with many of his closest associates. Luce realized that these intrusive thoughts were ones that he could normally swat away, but they were being perpetuated by Satan. He and Beata devised a plan to separate himself from Satan. They’d create a golem that could hold this part of his soul, and they’d store it away forever. That golem eventually was created and named Beelzebub.

When the news of human creation came about, Lucifer felt the want to absolutely destroy creation, even against his better judgment. Beata and Lucifer worked quickly to use Beelze, at that point, before Luce collapsed on himself and destroyed everything around him. Satan was a driving force, not an intelligent (and possibly not even a sentient) force, so it was unable to process the plans made to imprison it. Satan was trapped in Beelzebub, who was sealed away in the deepest layer of Hell, just before Lucifer enacted his plan to trick Adam and Eve.

Skip ahead to the events of AHOS, and a number of things have happened. Beelzebub and the Seventh Layer have been treated like myths for centuries now. Beata is getting fed up with Lucifer on account of his leniency and favor towards humans. Beata plans an overthrow and tells Pride that Beelzebub is real and directs him to the Seventh Layer, but doesn’t mention that doing so could destroy everything. Pride does it, accidentally unleashes Satan, and now everyone’s in trouble. Satan hides from the masses and doesn’t seem to do much for a while, but it’s eventually realized that Satan is going to attempt to return to Lucifer to complete his soul and grow with power. That very thing eventually happens, but with a few more complications than before.

Since then, Lucifer has found himself strongly favorable towards a few specific humans, and more forgiving of humans in general. He still has a definite prejudice against them, but he’s been working to eliminate that. Due to that, his spirit doesn’t mesh as well as it did with Satan, and the two are in complete conflict. This causes Luce’s body to freak out, and Satan to regain a powerful form, but at the cost of being attached to Lucifer.

AND NOW WE’RE HERE, these are the ideas I had. Sort of what I wanted things to look like and such. Top right is how it would start out, with Satan combining spirits with Lucifer and causing his scar to freak out. Since they’re no longer compatible with each other, but still gaining power from one another, Satan takes on a monstrous and ever-shifting form that escapes through the exit wound on Luce’s back. Top left is the least-solid of the ideas, but I wanted some more physical afflictions during the time that Luce and Satan are stuck together. Was thinking burns or something resembling them. Sort of leaning towards that caricature of the Devil that’s often shown in media: the little red guy with a pitchfork and tail, you know? More just a nod to that rather than trying to directly emulate it haha

Anywho, long post, sorry. Enjoy the art.

//also, I’m getting the hang of leaning into blockier lines, and I think it’s actually making the process go by quicker! So double-win >:)

#my art #ahos #a house of sins #lucifer #Satan #amalgamation #demon #ancient demon #devil #fallen angel #original story

[etchofsqetch]

I’m not going to say I’ve seen them all; but I’ve seen most of the good shows on TV concerning investigations and that sort of thing. I should preface this by saying that I think all cop shows are lame at first; you’re not supposed to like the show, you’re supposed to fall in love with the characters. A really good plot line; however, (Criminal Minds) definitely helps put the nail in the coffin for a really good show, and I don’t know about you; but when the characters’ lives mesh with the plot line and the danger is real, (or new,) it makes the show that much more exciting. At least to me it does, I’m sure someone somewhere hated Criminal Minds, I was disgusted when I saw it on television after work one day, and denied being the one to have put it on before I left; but the facts easily overwhelmed me and I gave it a shot. So why on earth would LAPD be so over the top generic that it made me call out in anger over the fact that it sucked so bad to “watch something else” and cry out in my half awake state of sleepiness; the truth!

Out of all the cop drama tv shows on television reppin their city, why is Los Angeles the most clichée, generic, and annoying of the genre ?? One would think that as the epicenter of media entertainment in basically the world, the greater Los Angeles area should boast the best “cop show” of them all. There are actually too many reasons this could be, to really start guessing; but, the question which always seems to irritate me is the one laying 50% below the surface.. was it intentional?

The reasons for the obvious are simple and quick to go through, for example: the target audience is larger in families with younger children who watch after the nine to five rush, and therefore LAPD is quite sanitary looking in terms of explosions and gore making it not only child friendly but as pseudo-realistic as possible, ie. “Hollywood got money bro!” Which we all know is only true because of skill and not actual purchasing power; but I digress. The audio is obviously meant for those who are in a happy mood and have no mind, (did that come out how I meant it to come out? God they’re gonna kill me for thinking soon enough.. ugh,) sitting at home clapping their hands like at the ballgame waiting for the commercials to end. While this may paint the picturesque picture of what families look like On the silver screen, we can’t actually be sure it’s the media’s agenda to turn the average civilian family into puppets.. or can we? And lastly I’ll just throw in the fact that my other complaint was please watch something that doesn’t invlolve the use of the words “you’re going to jail” so many different and clever ways, when I have court on Thursday for a misdemeanor, thank you.

So maybe I didn’t give it enough time?

The more interesting aspect now plays out now that I get that garbage out of my head and start thinking.. say it is intentionally that bad, we have a more recent pressing issue that isn’t quite one hundred percent taken care of, and of course Hollywood is on the side of the BLM and Defund the police movement. I mean they are aren’t they, why wouldn’t they be? So then of course they would make their cops look cheesy in the face of the public, right?

Too simple.

There has to be more substance than that to something this deep. It doesn’t even sound like a good cover for trying to do the movement a justice. As easily as I dismissed it, is as easily as most should; which is why you can safely hold on to it and file it away until we return.

All BLM aside, in order to really support a movement, you have to make it seem like it’s a silly suggestion in order to really get your point across. “BLM? nah man of course we support that, that’s crazy you would even suggest such a thing..” but under the surface he looks calm and ready.. (‘sorry’)

The next thing I do is try to get into the hypotheticals; because I obviously lost them after that second half of edible I just ate and need to actually try to use my brain now. Or maybe I’m just overthinking it at that point right? Remind me not to write when I’m stoned.

The whole reason I started this post was because there have been a few lame attempts to make cops look badass in a realistic way. And I say lame; because they’re simply missing that production quality we’ve come to know and love. I’m only thinking of two anyways, Cops, obviously.. lame because it looked underbudget; but is basically a cult classic at this point, which is always impressive. Superjail; lame because, like all shows on Atlantean networks they tend to be purposefully over the top, (thank you🙏) and therefore written for minorities in cults and not an every home staple. (I’m thinking specifically adult swim at this point and not the entire Cartoon Network, btw.. but for real though, adults are a minority, lol!)

I don’t fancy myself a writer or anything; but if I were to put my finger on what’s missing, I’d have to say that’s a show that shows the truth without the hassle, and still puts that spin on some bad ass characters. Immediately I think Oakland’s Finest. Now that’s a show I’d watch. There’re two types of cops in Oakland, of course the rookies and the bullies; but give them attitudes and styles from other parts of the country and I think we’ve got something fierce. (Again, that needs explaining I’m not sure I can do all at once..)

If you’re not familiar with at least Oakland PD, Tampa PD, and Sherrif Joe Arpaio, then I will try my hardest to explain real quick without dumbing it down for the five people who read my posts; but, I’m thinking that cops are seen as badass in television shows because they do badass shit and beat up bad guys. Any show that tries to make office work and paper pushing look “bad” “ass” just ends up with another comedy that no one will take seriously as a “Cop” “Show”.. (Brooklyn Nine Nine?) there’s still plenty missing I’ve noticed, and the first part I think of; is beat work, the insane amount of time not working that’s still considered police work. That’s the part of f the job that makes a cop truly look bad ass: how they behave when they are not working. It’s when you see how an officer sits in his vehicle when he drives or rides shotgun, that truly defines his or her character, and isn’t that the entire point of the job, to have integrity in the face of adversity?

I’ve received my fair share of ass kickings by police officers. That’s what I want to see. Where is the video of me getting pepper sprayed?

I’m not talking about when cops are off duty either; but, if you’ve ever been arrested, you know that there’s a process: cuff suspect and place in car, make sure all conversations leading to arrest are documented, drive to check in spot, take suspect to jail. I’ve gone straight to jail one or two times and I don’t know if it’s just me; or what.. but cops are easy to talk to, and even if you don’t say anything, they don’t seem to give a shit what You hear Them say. Now that’s bad ass, not the watered down version of what we see on tv now with shows that mimic Hawaii Five-0. (I only use that one as a reference; because, it’s probably the only show that really has boasting rights to be so family oriented as a law enforcement show, and if you don’t believe me, try to live on Maui, or Hawaii for more than a month.)

So a cop show about dudes with badges being dicks and beating up civilians?

Now can you see why I’m thinking the Black Lives Matter and Defund the Police movement? My show would actually get the attention of the masses, and they’d watch it. Not only that, I loves our boys, so I wouldn’t try to make them look bad or mean, and let’s be real here, not gonna actually beat up civilians who don’t deserve it; but I’d like to tip that edge of comedy just a little darker to get it to be.. oh gosh, for lack of better words, actually “bad” “ass”

Tip that edge of comedy that seems to creep in on average sitcoms, and make the show darker. Less about the actual crimes committed and having to solve them; more emphasis on the actualities of modern police work, without the realities of the classics making the show seem less of a show, and making it seem like more of an adventure. The point is to be something new, to make it seem like there’s more to the job; because there is. To make that hidden and boring aspect, seem fulfilling and eventful. (Gosh, I wish there was a show that made my job feel like that.) so where would I start?

Start on two officers beating up a white guy and going to jail. They are partners and no one was killed but the laws are way more strict because of the movement. Officers will always get special privileges dude to the judicial system, so they are fast tracked to prison and of course stay together, damn has anyone been? I’ve got a lot of material to draw on.. too much to start here..

#creativewriters

[punkclowngod]

ITM anon here. Your fit is great tbh, Brink would be proud. Maybe you could get identical fishnets and tear some holes in them to make them a bit more “Sex Metal Barbie”. You could also even add some of your own personal clown core touches to make it Even More You, like maybe hot pink patches of fishnets or hot pink kink gear. Maybe also lean into some Harley Q stuff, with her diamonds (like hot pink diamond “tattoos” underneath the fishnets). (I hope this isn’t read with the tone that the fit is not good enough/needs more, but more in the tone that offering ideas to make you even more euphoric about the outfit). All in all, glad to have you in the ITM scene, that forearm handshake they do like warriors but it’s clownpunk meets cybergoth

The compliment of the highest calibre omg

This is super great advice, I really should rip up a pair of fishnets, I’ve done this with other types of tights but never fishnets even if they’re mostly what I wear

Clown touches are always super nice, I have so much stuff but I do struggle with the colour palette, most of my clown stuff is more rainbow or pink/blue, I should really expend my accessories and remake them in other colours because it does lack in diversity for the amount of palettes I wear, I have really nice clown chokers I made but I have none that are pink/black, I’ll definitely get on that soon!! And I do have some more kinky accessories but I do get anxious wearing them out (I know, surprising), but I have a really cute harness with angel wings that would’ve went SO WELL with that fit I’m so mad I only realized this now lol (and there’s a really cute top I saw in the window of a sex shop and I’ve been meaning to buy it cuz I’m in love with it I just keep forgetting about it)

Fake tattoos are something I feel I’m really missing out on now, just drawing stuff on my legs sounds like so much fun I used to draw on my body all the time before, I should do that again it’s such a creative way to accessorize without actually putting on more stuff

I really appreciate this btw, I love getting advice on my style, usually ppl irl just go “wow that’s so cool” but never give me ideas on how to get even more crazy with it and over the top, now I feel like I’m filled with inspiration on top of feeling great about my fit so thank you!! /gen

#love that handshake it looks so fun to do #add clownpunk and cybergoth to it and it becomes the coolest looking handshake in the world sksjksjd #I’m tagging this with fashion advice just so I don’t lose the post and remember to come back to it for inspo #now I’m excited to get dressed for the following days ksjdksj #fashion advice

[dreamkidddream]

Those Doll!anon fics were really amazing! I really wanna do something like it if you don’t mind. Could I maybe get a Yorkie!MC? Like, a really short, really friendly MC until they feel like they or one of the brothers/undateables are being threatened or insulted, then they try to pick a fight they’d obviously lose? I’m just laughing at the mental imagine of this short, unthreatening human yelling at and trying to square up against a demon lol.

Awww tysm!! 💙I missed writing for Obey Me (and we also hit 666 followers at this point 😈💜) and since this was so interesting I decided that I’m gonna do the Undateables first and then do the brothers cause I feel like I don’t show them enough love 😔 reader is gender neutral!

The Undateables with Yorkie!MC

Diavolo

He is LOVING your energy

Your happiness is so contagious, it just adds onto his already cheery demeanor. He honestly feels his cheeks hurting from smiling even more when you’re around (and he doesn’t even care!)

He’s gonna buy Lucifer so much Demonus as a thank you for picking you for the exchange program. Seriously, you’re PERFECT (for him)

As the President of Student Council and future King, he loves seeing you interact with the other students, and he’s glad that they’re reacting positive to you. At least some of them do

Now, no one is to foolish (or powerful) enough to threaten Diavolo or do anything to you that can bring you harm. They can try, but they won’t be getting the results that they hope for

But he can’t help it but find it amusing when you try to “defend his honor” when someone bad mouths him. He makes sure to not let it show (gotta be professional after all) but he does tease you about it later. You’re so small and seeing you just yelling square up to this demon is hilarious. He has no idea what geometry has to do with this, but he’s learned some new slang thanks to you!

He’s finally found someone who’ll go along with his antics and more. Whereas other people may complain about him wanting to do fun activities that seem basic, you just flash a big smile, grab his hand and tell him to lead the way

(You even made matching friendship bracelets and he refuses to take it off, ever)

You really make him happy MC. He doesn’t remember the last time he’s ever felt this lighthearted, and he doesn’t feel the sense of loneliness that he felt himself getting used too

Also Lucifer gets twice the headache now, but the Demonus helps it go away (temporarily)

Barbatos

Ah, so another Luke, except older and that you take your threats of violence very serious, if what he sees (both in the present and the future) holds true (which it does)

You’re still harmless in his eyes though

Your friendly personality makes it easy for you to be forgiven for a lot of things…even if your actions make him give you the side eye at times

Despite how energetic you are (which is something that he’ll never grow tired of) your presence has a relaxing effect on him. Even if he has to warn you sometimes to be careful with the way that you bounce around so much, especially when he’s in the kitchen

He unfortunately can’t be by your side as he is Lord Diavolo’s butler, but that doesn’t mean that he can’t keep watch on you, even without the use of his powers

With how outgoing you are, you’re bound to attract trouble, in which you do at a constant rate. What was comical however, is that it seemed like the trouble you attracted was on his behalf

“MC, what seems to be the issue here?”

“BARB! You won’t believe this! This jerk has the nerve to call you stuck up- well I can show you stuck up! After I stick my foot up your- Huh? Hey, why am I the one being dragged away?! W- count yourself lucky that Barb is saving you right now demon! But this isn’t over- MPH!”

“I hate to spoil you before our tea party, but you were already late and I have been meaning to have you try my new recipe that I’ve been working on…”

You were too busy trying to savor the delicious flavor to focus on what just happen, which was his plan all along. You get to try more of his delicious treats and he gets to enjoy your touch and company. Crisis averted!

He’s crafty enough to have plans to evade you “fighting” and you haven’t caught on yet (or maybe you did and just feign ignorance? Either way works for him)

It doesn’t bother him what people say about him, he doesn’t care in the slightest (and they’re not bold enough to say it to his face). What he cares about is making sure that you keep your carefree energy, and that he keeps to see you with your radiating smile on your face

Simeon

You remind him so much of Luke. Are you sure you’re not from the Celestial Realm too?

Don’t worry he’s only teasing you (kinda) but you do have just as much energy if not MORE than Luke

And you don’t mind helping him either, no matter how “silly” his requests may be

“You’re doing great Si! See, you didn’t even need my help!”

“MC, I couldn’t have gotten to this point without you. My pictures are still coming out a little blurry, but that could be because you wouldn’t stand still- but it does add special kind of charm to them…”

He’s keeping them btw

He was shook when he saw you go off the first time, like he really wasn’t expecting it (Solomon did try to warn him, he was laughing but he did try to warn him)

“Don’t think just because he’s an angel means I’m bout to act like one! I will end you!”

MC please don’t make this demon “catch these hands” violence isn’t necessary

He doesn’t know what that means but he’s scared that he’s gonna find out if he doesn’t hold you back

He has reprimanded you each time when you try to fight others. He knows that demons see him as weak and talk behind his back, but he chooses to ignore them, to turn the other cheek. But just because he does, doesn’t mean that you do, and he sees that now

Simeon really doesn’t want you to fight, and it’s not even because it’s against his nature (it’s part of the reason, just not the whole reason). Fighting leads to injury, and injury leads to distress, and that’s the last thing that he wants to happen to you. And he’s not going to let anything happen to you!

He truly believes it’s a waste of time and energy, and you could find better things to do. For example, by spending time with him!

Simeon may not be your guardian angel officially, but he’s your guardian angel. Always

Has definitely written a character based on you

Luke

Is immediately upset that you don’t stay in Purgatory Hall with him, and even more upset that you don’t live in the Celestial Realm

You’re like the best older sibling he’s never had! And you don’t treat him like a baby either!

Or he’s just admiring you too much to notice

You never hesitate to help him with anything; baking, homework, pretty much anything and everything. He may try to make it seem like you need his assistance, but we all know it’s the other way around (with the exception of Luke himself)

We all know that Luke gets teased by the brothers and even his roommates sometimes (looking at you Solomon), but it’s just harmless teasing (for the most part). It’s when he hears what the other students say about him that gets to him- he tries to show that it doesn’t bother him and he tries to stand up for himself but- their words really hurt him

And no one hurts Luke and gets away with it

You already get onto the brothers for their teasing when it starts to bother him, and now the brothers have to jump in to stop you from trying to rip this demon horns’ off

You can’t really reach them and they’re pretty sure you won’t do any damage, but they rather not take the chance of you getting hurt

It’s not the first or last time that you do this either, and it just makes him feel horrible. He’s the angel here, the one that’s suppose to protect you, not the other way around!

You help him out so much, either without defending him you do so much for him already. How can he ever repay you? He feels like whatever he does won’t be enough…WAIT- he figured out what he can do!

He can get stronger and protect you! He can go to Beel so that you don’t have to fight for him anymore, or maybe have Solomon make some potions that’s like demon repellent but only for those jerks. If those mean demons see how serious and strong he is, then they’re bound to leave you guys alone! Maybe he can show you some tricks too once he’s done. He has to hurry up and tell you the plan then, you guys can’t wait any longer!

Their words do hurt, but so does seeing you putting yourself in harms way to protect him. You can’t do all the protecting MC, he needs to watch out for you too, no if ands or buts about it!

You and Luke are the duo we never knew we needed

Solomon

Ah, it’s about time he found a human as interesting and adorable as you. Where having you been hiding all his lifetime?!

He has wayyyy more fun teasing you than Luke. Your pout just makes things x100 better and cuter

Congrats on becoming his new victim MC

Another one to find you very amusing when you try to fight and won’t stop you either

He will dead serious be recording you trying to fight on his DDD. He’ll make sure that it doesn’t escalate but who is he to stop such entertainment?

He has become tempted to cast a superhuman strength spell on you, and he ends up doing it “on accident” (which has happened more than once)

Lucifer has done the “I’m watching you” thing to him every time he has lmao

But no seriously, he won’t let you get hurt; he won’t even let the chance arise. He’s already pulling you away before you can get yourself worked up fully, dragging you to the library or his room to test some new spells (one that he tempts you can use on these demons). It’s enough to get your attention back on him

You’re a daily source of his amusement and someone that he wants MC, but that doesn’t mean he can afford his favorite human getting hurt on his watch!

He’s no stranger to the gossip about him, nor is he clueless. It’s just all talk anyway, he doesn’t care and neither should you. But it is touching to know that you care this much about him and how he feels…

But he doesn’t want you to do this for him. He’s a powerful sorcerer, he can easily solve this without breaking a sweat if he wanted to, but he doesn’t deem it worthy to even waste a drop of potions on. But since you’re so concerned, maybe a quick kiss would make him feel better?

He thought you were a little gullible, but that’s not the case. You just have a very open and bright personality, one that he finds himself getting attached to more and more as each day passes

If he’s not careful, he might get more enamored with you than he already is-

#obey me #obey me reader insert #obey me x reader #obey me swd #obey me diavolo x reader #diavolo x reader #barbatos x reader #obey me barbatos x reader #simeon x reader #obey me simeon x reader #solomon x reader #obey me solomon x reader #obey me luke #luke is baby

[obeiii-mee]

Can I angst for Mammon where he is in a really bad mood and his brothers are at it again calling him names. And already ask them kindly to leave him alone but they keep at it. And Levi says something and it's the last straw. The air around them get cold for a moment as he slowly looks up and he flat out threatens them to shut up before he puts them back into there place with a really dark and threatening voice, before leaving. And the look could rival Satan's or even Lucifers glare.

I think Mammon takes the abuse of his brothers but sometimes he isn't in the mood and want a little peace and it is very very rare for him to get pissed

Like he's the kind of person who would yell when he's upset but when he's down right pissed it's like really fucking scary

People forget that as much as he lets his brothers push him around he is still the second oldest and is powerful so 😬

Brothers+ undateables reaction

Mammon snaps:

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This is something I’ve mentioned in previous posts, but I basically second everything you said. I believe that Mammon dislikes getting into confrontations but isn’t by any means weak or stupid. He is the second eldest. However he is also, arguably, the one with the most self control out of them all. He has an overwhelming amount of patience when it comes to his siblings and I like to think he puts up with all of their insults because he loves them. Then again, it’s very possible for him to go berserk after years worth of build up.

Thanks for the request!!! I had a bit of trouble at first because I didn’t know how I was going to format it but I like the way it turned out so I hope you do too. Uhh also I reached my word limit writing this so I couldn’t include Simon, Luke and Solomon. I do plan on writing for them as well but at this point I’m just trying to get this done. Let me know if I made any grammatical errors! I double check my writing all the time but sometimes mistakes got over my head! The undateables are short because honestly I view the brothers as the ones who will suffer the most out of everyone. I hope you enjoy reading it anyway!!

•Characters: Lucifer, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub, Belphagour, Diavolo, Barbatos.

⚠️Warnings: Cursing, mentions of blood & gore and that’s about it.

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For the past few months, Lord Diavolo’s pleasure of hosting parties and inviting people over had become more and more noticeable. It was pretty obvious that the Prince was lonely, isolating himself from others due to the responsibilities he has as the heir to the throne and a leader in the making. Attending his gatherings seemed like a down right chore for most of the brothers but you never had any problem tagging along. Besides, it felt nice knowing he seemed you worthy of coming to such important meetings. Your seven demons were, of course, also invited and per Lucifer’s orders, they all got cleaned up and dressed in fancy clothing to impress the regals prancing about the castle. Though the outfits themselves came with their own set of problems. Levi’s was way too tight; the collar seemed to annoy him more than anything else, judging by the patches of red skin on his neck. Satan accidentally ripped one of the buttons from his jacket off in a fit of rage earlier that day and was now silently fuming while poking his finger through the hole he made. Even Asmo spilled some water on his shirt before they arrived, ruining his pretty pink suit! Not to mention Beel was munching on his tie, having last eaten about 15 minutes beforehand. Lucifer pulled it out of his mouth and scowled at the saliva stains that were left behind. Safe to say they were all in a miserable mood to begin with.

“I expect all of you to behave in a respectable manner,” Lucifer flicked Belphie on the back of the head just as he began dozing off, making the youngest growl at him. He shot Mammon an irritated look “I’m especially talking to you Mammon. Don’t try to steal anything or I’ll cut your hands off.”

“I told ya big bro, ya don’t have to worry about me! I’ll be a golden child today! Promise!” Mammon held up his pinky as if he was committing to some kind of oath. The eldest darkened his glare and opened his mouth to say something else, but you interrupted in hopes of avoiding any bickering that might’ve followed.

“Look, there’s our table! Let’s go sit down. Lord Diavolo’s speech is going to start any minute now.”

Beel leaped at the table as soon as he sniffed out the appetisers, which were neatly arranged on the expensive tablecloth, shoving at least half of them in his mouth by the time the rest of you caught up with him. Having been seated, you quickly glanced around the room in hopes of spotting Diavolo. You bumped into Solomon and the angels before entering the castle, chit chatting with them for a while about the event. Even now, Luke was excitedly waving at you from across the room, using both of his arms. However, Lord Diavolo and Barbatos were the ones in charge of this party and you were yet to see either of them.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Mammon eyeing the golden utensils laid out in front of him. Not the biggest of surprises really. Anytime Mammon sees something along the lines of gold, he can’t help but snatch it away. And there’s obviously so many valuables scattered all over the place, including the silverware that was proudly presented on every table. You sucked in a breath of anticipation when he reached for one of the spoons, only to exhale in relief when he placed it on the bridge of his nose, trying to balance it.

“MC, look at this!” He tapped your shoulder, as always wanting your full and undivided attention as he demonstrated his newfound skill. You giggled at his antics with fondness as he accidentally let the spoon drop with a clatter and a quiet ‘shit’ coming from him. Lucifer pulled on his ear, like a mother scolding her child and whisper-yelled at him to stop acting like an idiot. The only reason the oldest chose a sit right next to Mammon was to maintain order and peace. Basically, he did it for disciplinary reasons.

“I understand that being impertinent is your full-time job, Mammon but keep this up and I’ll throw you in Cerberus’ room. Let him do with you as he pleases.”

“Lucifer, it’s not a big deal-“

“Yeah, OK,” Mammon hissed, picking up the spoon from the recently polished floor with a slight grin that didn’t quiet reach his eyes “I gotcha. Can-“

“Speaking of Cerberus,” Levi suddenly piped in, no longer fussing about his collar or nervously twiddling with his thumbs because of the massive crowd of demons surrounding him “Didn’t you force me to walk him last week when it was your turn to do it?? I only agreed because you promised to buy me the newest Ruri-Chan limited edition body pillow that came out last Tuesday! And you never did! And now they’re out of stock, you scummy piece of-“

The third eldest would’ve leapt across the table and aimed for the throat if you hadn’t pressed a gentle hand against his chest, making him sit back down with a huff. People were starting to stare at the commotion coming from your table, turning heads and muttering between themselves. You were slowly dying from embarrassment by the way, since you guys definitely became the topic of conversation for the other guests. The brothers were being too noisy to even notice and Lucifer himself was too preoccupied to see the scene they were creating which made you further slouch down into your chair, silently hoping for the ground to swallow you whole. The night really wasn’t going as intended. You could hear Solomon laughing at the brothers’ antics from three tables down.

“I guess that’s Mammon for you,” Belphie yawned, barely raising his head from table “He lies everyday, all day. What exactly is new here? And that says something since it’s coming from me.”

“I apologised for that!” Mammon whined, referring to Levi’s accusation and choosing not to address Belphie’s insult “I was gonna buy it but then I realised I spent all my money earlier that week anyway so I couldn’t!”

“Perhaps that wouldn’t happen if you learned how to save the money you earn properly,” Satan muttered, sipping from his glass of whatever beverage he had snatched from the servants earlier “Not like you know how to earn money in any way besides stealing it.”

You watch as Mammon clenched his fist “Can we please just move on-“

“I can’t believe that I was cursed with this moron for a brother,” Asmo sighed, almost theatrically, as if he was performing. And, in a way, he was. People were getting really interested in the drama unfolding over there. It was making you even more anxious, all those eyes staring at you. The Avatar of Lust was leaning so much on his chair, you were sure he was going to topple over and at this point, you kinda hoped he would. Anything to stop this momentum of hatred aimed at Mammon “You’re always getting us in trouble, you know. Hmph, we can’t go anywhere with you Mammon! You always end up ruining it for us! With your stupid schemes and-“

“I’m hungry-“

“Not now, Beel!”

“Cutting him up into tiny pieces for the witches will always be an option,” Lucifer chimed in, smiling at the thought.

Mammon snapped his head upwards at that. It was such an abrupt reaction, it made you jolt a little in your seat. You couldn’t miss the tension radiating from him, how quickly his body stiffened and exactly how hard his hands were gripping the edge of the table. His brothers were still paying him no mind, blaming him for this and that under their breath or being silently judgemental in Lucifer’s case. You worried for him because Mammon rarely acted like this; feral, in a way. Just so you know, he definitely noticed it. The look of concern plastered all over your face. That’s the only reason he released the table from his vice-like grip and slouched back against his chair. Satan went quiet and was staring at Mammon in bewilderment.

He disliked the idea of you watching him lose control of himself. He was your guardian. Your first pact. It’s important to him that your relationship is build around a pillar of trust. And he can’t even expect you to trust him if he exposes you to his demon form every time something inconveniences him. Mammon would rather cease to exit than have you fear him. So he kept his breathing regulated as the fog cleared his mind. The Avatar of Greed isn’t an angry demon. Snuffing out the the flame of rage he had fanned up until then was relatively easy. He just needed to get through tonight, then he could go home and complain to you about it once he got out of his brothers’ earshot.

“Why does he get to spend so much time with MC anyway? He’d probably sell them for a few Grimm any time of the day, wouldn’t he? It’s so fucking unfair. He won’t change no matter what so why risk MC’s safety? I will summon Lotan on him if he starts getting on my nerves.”

It would be an understatement to say that those words rubbed Mammon the wrong way, judging by the lack of immediate response. It was unexpected for him keep his mouth shut at a time like this. What was even more unexpected was the abrupt, delayed reaction he had a few seconds afterwards, resulting in his chair being flung back about 5 feet in that general direction. The seemingly deafening thud it made when it collided with the floor echoed around the dining hall, bouncing off walls and whacking people over the heads with the aggression behind it. A moment of pure, indescribably loud silence filled the crowded space as everyone else stared in shock at their brother, mouths agape and eyes bulging out of their sockets. Mammon would’ve laughed at their faces if it weren’t for the circumstances leading up to that point.

“What gives any of you the right to treat me like some sort of punching bag?” Mammon drawled, accentuating his obviously superior nature to almost every single demon at that table. He laughed, in an oddly half hearted way, before his sea struck gaze landed back to his siblings “Do not try to push me into a corner, because I will not handle it well. You’ve been having a field day with me for centuries now and I’m starting to get really ticked off, ya know? But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’ve done everything in my power to keep MC alive for the past few months and y’all are acting as if I’m out here playing with their life. Complain about me all you want. But...” He thumped the table, loud enough to make all the noblemen in the room flinch.

“Don’t you dare insinuate that I would ever put MC in danger, willingly or not because I will rip out your insides and paint the walls of this palace with them while hanging your intestines from these chandeliers. I will pluck your hairs out one by one, then your nails, then your eyeballs and then your teeth. You’re the ones that have put MC in danger’s way time and time again in the past few weeks, and you’re out here trying to suggest that I would even think about hurting them? Unlike every single one of you, who almost killed my human-you’re lucky I don’t have your fucking heads.”

He smashed his fist into the table again, using even more of his strength this time and effectively breaking the whole thing, the wooden legs giving out and shattering into thousands of splinters. Mammon spoke again, his voice lowering “MC forgave you. I didn’t. And I have no reason to. Not with how you’ve been treating me.”Once he spit that out, Mammon turned on his heel and left, slamming the door shut behind him hard enough to shake the whole building, leaving his siblings in dazed awe.

......

Even more silence. For some reason, all of the brothers at the now broken table ended up looking your way, silently questioning what they should do. It often ended up like this

You gave them all an unimpressed stare and a half-assed shrug “Don’t look at me. You guys fucked up.” Before sliding out of your seat and following Mammon out of the castle, sending an apologetic smile to Diavolo on your way out. Hopefully, you could manage to calm him down before everyone else gets home otherwise this might drag on for a while.

Lucifer:

-In all honesty, he probably saw the signs from a mile away and still decided to ignore them

-Maybe because he believed they weren’t being all that harsh on him, even if in Mammon’s eyes they were

-‘Harsh’ in Lucifer’s vocabulary usually means being hanged upside down from a ceiling or publicly executed, not a couple of mere insults

-Not to mention the eldest had always been horrible at communicating with his brothers when it came to emotions

-Despite Mammon clearly suffering from the treatment he received from his brothers, Lucifer refuses to believe he’s the root of the problem

-As the Avatar of Pride, he always had a hard time realising that all those words and the constant teasing, which he deemed to be pretty harmless, scarred Mammon a lot more than expected

-Once he actually comes to that conclusion, and after getting over the initial shock, Lucifer would probably feel the guiltiest out of them all

-Being the eldest means he carries quite a few burdens on his shoulders as most responsibilities fall on him due to his prideful nature

-He would blame himself for Mammon’s outburst simply because he’s the older brother and he should’ve known better, not just because he sees how a big of a role he played in all of this

-Usually, if his brothers do something bad, then he’s there to fix it within hours, that’s how it always worked

-Except he doesn’t know how to fix this exactly

-The problem is he has no idea how to approach Mammon after that sudden meltdown and he has no idea how to talk it out with him because he sucks at expressing himself verbally

-And since this took place in a public space, Lord Diavolo’s Palace no less, he felt really conflicted on what should have been done at that moment in time

-There was a lot of frustration, embarrassment and confusion in him for a good five minutes after Mammon slammed that door shut behind him and even after he gathered his thoughts together, he was still in shock for the rest of the night

-In any case, the whole event was promptly cancelled and everyone ended up going home earlier than expected, after Lucifer apologised to Diavolo about the spectacle they created (several times)

-When they finally get home, he decided to give Mammon his space instead of trying to knock at his door and instead went back to his room

-He knows they will need to solve this matter soon but there’s no way Mammon will want to see, let alone talk, to any of them just yet

-He’s sort of hoping he can apologise best he can next morning at breakfast, cross his fingers and wish for the best but judging by the venom that laced Mammon’s voice the night before, it’s not likely he will forgive any of them that easily.

Levi:

-If I were to guess, he saw the ending credits of his life flash before his very eyes as soon as those words left his mouth

-Levi felt a panic in him like never before, not even while playing his engaging horror visual novels at 3am in complete darkness or that one time he used Lucifer’s credit card to buy merch before being found out

-Must’ve forgotten his brother technically ranks higher than him on the power scale for a second there

-Or maybe he didn’t think his insults were going to affect him much

-They usually don’t

-Or at least that’s the impression he’s been under for a while now

-Mammon doesn’t snap easily under pressure but Levi must’ve really hit a nerve there that night

-While everyone was sitting in a short silence after Mammon left the building, he started twiddling with his fingers again the more he thought about it

-Because now he went from nervous to fucking terrified of what the hell was waiting for him when he finally got home

-He does feel guilty, nowhere near as much guilt as Lucifer feels but still pure shame

-However most of that guilt is swallowed by a steady fear and the constant worry of ‘how do I stop my brother from killing me?’

-Unlike Lucifer, I honestly don’t see him taking any sort of initiative when it comes to apologising to Mammon

-Not even because he doesn’t want to, but he would freeze up if he were to come face to face with him after that incident and then scamper back to his room like a rat in hiding

-So without your help, it’s likely the two won’t be speaking to each very soon which can honestly make life at the House of Lamentation so much more miserable

-In the end, if either you or Lucifer forced him to, he would say sorry by selling some of his merch and then giving him the profits (in secret but we all know it’s him)

-That is a big sacrifice on Levi’s part considering how precious his merchandise is to him

-But the idea that he’s gonna get murdered in his sleep by his older brother was getting a tad too real

-Besides, Mammon is still his brother and if he has to sell a couple of items in order to make him less mad, he would do it, albeit with a bit of grumbling

-Despite that, Mammon still refuses to come out of his room and sort of relies on you to bring him food because he doesn’t want to see his brothers

-Levi and Mammon would probably have to rebuild a lot of their relationship after this but it could easily take months for that to happen since Levi is too terrified to look him in the eye and Mammon is too upset to even hear his voice

Satan:

-He wouldn’t be the Avatar of Wrath if he couldn’t spot the anger within someone from a mile away

-He’s always been able to recognise the fury building up inside of him so for Satan it’s second nature to just know when someone’s on the brink of snapping

-It’s no surprise to say that he probably noticed Mammon’s wrath spilling out before anyone else did

-But alas, he realised it too late

-If he had reacted quicker, maybe he would’ve been able to diffuse Mammon before he exploded on them. Or not

-It’s difficult to tell if he could’ve actually helped because who was he to tell Mammon to calm down??? If anyone told him that while he was throwing a fit, he would probably break their necks-

-In the end, he just pressed his lips into a straight line and watched his brother throw his chair across the room

-Not gonna lie, he found it a bit entertaining purely because of the look on Lucifer’s face

-Satan had to try really hard not to crack a smile because he knew Mammon would probably smash a glass against his head or something

-Even so, he was the first to stand up and offer to go after him, though he wasn’t sure he could do much consoling

-Being so experienced with anger meant that he knew Mammon had built himself into a rage that he won’t be able to escape out of too easily

-Which is why he advises Lucifer to give Mammon his space once they get home

-Overall, the most understanding out of all of the brothers

-At this point in time, probably the least judgemental out of everyone and once Mammon comes out of his room for the first time in a while, either him or Beel is going to apologise to him first

-He may push and push him alongside the rest of his siblings but I feel like Satan doesn’t want to reach a certain low, like cornering Mammon into the frenzy he had that day ever again

-He might get pissy with him if he’s being too stubborn to forgive anyone after coming down from his intrusive thoughts

-And he really hates that Mammon had to remind them about all the times you had nearly died because of them, because he knows they won’t be able to make it up to you so why is Mammon upset about this????

-But he will try to maintain respect for his older brother from then on

-Even if the sharpest of remarks is on the top of his tongue!

Asmo:

-Asmo is the type to laugh it off and then start feeling really upset about it later on, the longer he thinks about the whole thing

-After Mammon storms out, he just assumes it’s another one of those ‘Mammon’ things and tried to brush the feeling of unease off him

-Even so, later that night the memory of Mammon kept coming back to him while he laid in his bed, unable to have a nice rest for the first time in how long? He’s always been really strict about his sleeping schedules after all

-Asmo’s observant, almost on par with Satan himself when it comes down to it. He definitely saw the gleam of anger, pent up frustration and hatred in his brothers’ eyes that moment and it legitimately scared him, even if it was for just half a second

-Honestly, he begins neglecting himself out of anticipation and worry which is a huge red flag for the Avatar of Lust who always holds himself at such a superior level compared to everyone else

-It may start out slow, but it has the same effect as a snowball rolling down the hill. It becomes more of a problem the longer it’s ignored

-Because he spends most of his days now debating whether he should try to coax his brother into coming out of his room and apologising to him, he forgets about himself

-Skincare routines are missed, pedicure appointments have been cancelled; hell, if Mammon’s keeps being stubborn, he may let his hair become absolutely filthy

-Asmo sort of relies on his brothers to provide the living environment he revolves around. If something is off with his brothers, he can not work properly either because it doesn’t feel right to do so

-Imagine a machine not working anymore because one of the clogs in it got stuck

-I can see Asmo feeling a decent amount of guilt when it comes to the situation but he still blames Levi for completely pushing him over the edge at dinner

-So now those two aren’t talking (it’s honestly so exhausting since they’re shoving the blame onto each other without stop)

-If Mammon decides to come out and hear them out, Asmo might get on his knees and beg because that guilt bubbling up inside of him may end up being his demise

-No seriously, MC might need to keep an eye out on him too while comforting Mammon because whatever he is doing isn’t healthy

-Takes Mammon’s outburst pretty badly and tries apologising to him many times but the second eldest still hasn’t said a word to any of them

-And that’s driving him into a fucking swirl of insanity at this point

-Of course, much like Mammon’s mental breakdown, this builds up over time but the result can be devasting

-If you pass by his room at night, you could probably hear him sob about how his brother hates him and it’s really heartbreaking to hear pained cries like that coming from such an overly confident demon like Asmo

Beel:

-Literally the only one here that doesn’t dish out insults onto Mammon every hour of the day

-He joins in very rarely and even when he does, it’s usually in good nature rather than malice

-Unless food is involved. Feelings (and Mammon) might be hurt if that’s the case

-Beel wasn’t listening to his siblings as they were diminishing Mammon, he was way too hungry to comprehend what the hell they were on about

-So he just started wolfing down appetisers until he noticed you looking all weary

-That’s the first thing that put him on alert

-And then the second born’s aura was also...off putting

-Might’ve actually tried to nudge Belphie to stop him from saying anything offensive to Mammon in this state when he realised how tense the atmosphere got

-Flinched when his brother left the palace, almost cracking the whole doorway on his way out

-Hunger is all but gone and at this point he wants to go home to check up on him

-Beel is a bit of a softie and he wears his heart on his sleeve a lot of the times

-He never did anything particularly bad to Mammon, not on the same scale his brothers did certainly and yet he still felt extremely bad

-Perhaps because he didn’t step in as much as he should’ve...?

-Either way, when his loved ones suffer, he has a tendency of putting the blame on himself because he feels it’s the only logical answer

-Honestly, he feels guilty enough to the point where it’s affecting his eating habits-which is obviously not normal for the Avatar of Gluttony

-Beel knows Mammon doesn’t want to talk to him but he still brings him food and leaves it at the doorstep of his room since he doesn’t want to come out and have dinner with them

-Or he relies on you to give it to him

-The thought of Mammon being so mad at them that he doesn’t even want to eat makes him feel so vulnerable

-As soon as he sees him for the first time since that night, he will probably be the first to apologise, even if Mammon isn’t in the mood to hear apologies

-Again, he’s trying to use food to make up to him (bringing him his favourites and paying for them)

-Even if he gets ignored, he’s still going to do it

-Beel is trying his best to say sorry to his older brother the only way he knows how to do so, but Mammon still doesn’t give in

Belphie:

-Could’ve been asleep the whole time Mammon was thrashing about

-Or at least that’s what it looked like to the average passer-by

-Kept one eye open to watch as Mammon finally snapped under pressure, having to raise his head once his brother broke the whole god damned table

-“OK, alright, storm off I guess-I have a splinter now-“

-Don’t trust that sarcastic commentary, he’s in deep thought on the inside

-Maybe he should’ve expected this but then again, he never would’ve guessed Mammon had it in him to be so aggressive

-Will narrow his eyes at him when he talks your death and scowl

-As if he didn’t already feel like the world’s biggest piece of shit, he had to bring that up

-As soon as he leaves, he turns to Lucifer and goes “See what you did? You broke Mammon. You suck, Lucifer.”

-The shifting of blame suits Belphie really well (it takes Beel side glancing him to get him to shut up)

-The Avatar of Sloth is too tired to even try to communicate with his brother so he goes straight to bed after getting home

-However, he actually visits Mammon’s dreams that night

-Or at least tries to, if Mammon is getting any sleep after that showdown

-It’s his way of checking in with his brother, helps him evaluate the situation

- Whether that works or not, there was definitely an attempt that required a lot of effort and you don’t see that very often with Belphagour

-It really demonstrates how much he actually cares for his family, even if he hides behind snide remarks and the likes of it

-However, if Mammon refuses communication, then he can’t do anything but give up

-He clearly won’t be able to convince him to step aside for a chit chat and why waste energy trying to force him to do so

-When the time comes, Belphie knows his brother will willingly talk to him (or at least someone else because he knows he’s not any good at comfort or apologies)

-At the same time, a lot of the things Mammon said during that party rubbed him the wrong way and seeing his twin suffer because of it is also pissing him off so patience may be running thin with Belphie

-Like Levi, there may be a lot of ice between the two from then onwards so it won’t be easy for them to find the middle ground in this whole argument either

-It could lead to a strained relationship if no one intervenes or even a physical fight if the youngest pushes all of Mammon’s buttons properly

Diavolo:

-The Future King feels guilty too, for some reason

-He is clearly not involved but he’s under the impression his party was a catalyst of sorts to the fight that broke out that night

-Diavolo wasn’t even in the same room when it happened-he heard shouting and growling from next door whilst talking to a noble about future arrangements in DevilDom and rushed in

-The sight was something to behold really; Mammon cornering all of his brothers and threatening them with pure venom in his voice wasn’t something you saw everyday

-More often than not, it was the other way around so the Prince had every right to be concerned

-He tried asking Lucifer what was going on after the second eldest slammed the door shut behind him and left but to no avail; the Avatar of Pride was in a state of shock and the only thing he did was apologise to him about a million times before his departure with the rest of his siblings

-Despite his worry, Diavolo tried not to get involved in the aftermath either, believing it’s not his place to interfere and hoping they would solve it out amongst themselves

-He did give Mammon permission to miss RAD classes for that week, thinking a small break is what he needed most

-Even drops by every now and then to check up on him (he just asks you how he’s holding up because he doesn’t want to pry)

-He can’t do much but watch from the sidelines, I mean this is a family dispute so it would be wise to just give them all a bit of space

-If it drags on for too long, however, he will be forced to do something because the brothers are all distracted and can’t get on with their student council work because of it

-Lucifer is even more stressed than usual and can’t even focus during their meetings so for the sake of his friend, if nothing gets resolved quickly, he will intervene and it won’t be pretty

-For now, he’s counting on you to make sure there are no further incidents but it’s unlikely you can stop a train once it’s set in motion so just hope Mammon doesn’t come out of his room until he’s calmed down

Barbatos:

-The butler is a Time Lord so it’s probably no surprise to find out he already knew this was going to happen eventually

-Not like he believed Mammon was going to take his brothers’ insults for much longer anyway

-Being the quiet and observant demon he is, he’s been keeping a close eye on the Avatar of Greed knowing damn well he was going to lose his patience soon enough and go on the offence

-If he knew this was going to happen at such an important moment in time, he would’ve warned his majesty beforehand but he failed to see the potential catastrophe awaiting his breakdown

-Again, he has no right to intervene

-Unless, of course, Lord Diavolo asks him to do so but really the most he can do is give you tips on how to deal with miserable demons

-I mean, you’re the one that’s going to be stuck with them for the rest of the year and this isn’t the type of conflict that gets resolved too easily

-Barbatos is clever so if there is still bitterness between Mammon and his siblings after an amount of time passed, he might try to change timelines (with the permission of Diavolo)

-He’s had enough of Beel coming over to eat his cakes and cry about his older brother hating him (believe it or not, the butler is definitely a bit fond of the sixth eldest so his cries did pull at his heartstrings)

-Basically, in the same position as the Prince

-He relies on you to get them all to make up but he knows it’s not likely to happen any time soon

-For now, he’s getting ready for the chain reaction this fight set in motion because there was no easy way to end this, considering they’re all vicious demons and all

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Al~ im mad I couldn’t add Simon, Luke and Solomon-I want to write for them too >:(

#reached my word limit and couldn’t do all the characters >:( #honestly I hope this is good enough #it feels a bit off but I’m too exhausted to do anything else about it #obey me #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me imagines #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me HCs #om hcs #obey me! one master to rule them all #🌪 angst #💳 mammon supremacy #⭐️ requests