Name Meanings/Etymologies of Devil May Cry Characters
Classic Devil May Cry Canon
A:
Agnus - lamb
Alice - noble, of nobility
Alex Lowell - to defend, to protect | young wolf
Alyssa Martin - rational, noble | warlike, of Mars, warrior
Amanda - worthy to be loved
Angelina Hagel - messenger of god | farm
Arius - warlike, devoted to Ares
Arkham - happy
B:
Beryl - colour of the sea
Bobby - bright fame, shining glory
Butler - servant in charge of the wine cellar
C:
Carlo - man, free man
Cindy - light
Chen the Cannibal - dawn, morning, great, tremendous
Christopher Lowell - bearer of Christ | young wolf
Claude - lame, disabled
Credo - I believe
D:
Dante - enduring, steadfast, lasting
Ducas - leader, to guide, general
E:
Elena Huston - bright, shining light | hugh's town, settlement on the hill
Elise - oath of God, God is satisfaction
Ernest - serious, determined
Enzo Ferino - home ruler | iron
Eva - life, living one
F:
Fredi - peaceful ruler
G:
Gloria - glory
Grue - shiver, shudder
I:
Isaac - he will laugh
J:
J.D. Morrison - son of the dark-skinned
Jeffrey Turner - pledge of peace, district, traveler | lathe worker
Jessica - to see before, god beholds, to behold
Joe - he will add
Julio - youthful, youth, downy bearded
K:
Kalina Ann - viburnum tree, to make red-hot | grace, mercy, favour
Kerry Marcus - dark, dark-haired | warlike, dedicated to Mars
Kyle - narrow, strait, channel
Kyrie - lord
L:
Lady - noble, bread kneader
Lucia - light
Lynn Marcus - lake | warlike, dedicated to Mars
M:
"Mad Dog" Denvers - crazy, insane | canine | green valley
Margaret - pearl
Mary - bitter, beloved, drop of the sea
Matier - friend, friendly
Michel - who is like God
Mike Hagel - who is like God | farm
N:
Nell Goldstein - bright, shining light, weaver, merciful, god is my light | gold stone, touchstone
Nero - black, strong, powerful
Nesty - place to sit down, pure, chaste
Nicoletta “Nico” Goldstein - victory of the people | gold stone, touchstone
Nina Lowell - little girl | young wolf
P:
Patty Lowell - noble, patrician | young wolf
Patty Lowell (heiress) - noble, patrician | young wolf
Paul - small, little, humble
R:
Rock Goldstein - crag | gold stone, touchstone
Roy Martin - king, red, redhead | warlike, of Mars, warrior
S:
Sally - princess, noblewoman
Santa Claus - saint, holy | victory of the people
Sanctus - holy
Simon - he has heard, flat-nosed
Soldier “Crew Cut” - mercenary | short-length haircut
Solemnis - annual, ceremonial, religiously fixed
Sparda - sword, simple, frugal
T:
Tiki - hope, waterfall, image
Tim - to honour
V:
V “Vitale” - Roman numeral for five | life giving, lively
Vergil - flourishing
Vincent - to conquer
X:
χ (Chi) - christ, Greek numeral for six hundred
BOSSES and/or DEMONS
A:
Abigail - father's joy
Argosax - bright, shining
Agni - fire, flame
Artemis - butcher, safe
B:
Bael - lord, master
Balrog - demon of might
Baul - snail, slow like a snail
Beastheads - wild animal | top of body, leader, ruler
Belphagor - lord of the gap, lord of the opening
Beowulf - bee wolf, war wolf, bear
Berial - worthless
Bolverk - evildoer, worker of evil
Bradley - broad meadow
Brian Lowell - noble, high, hill, strong | young wolf
C:
Cavaliere Angelo - knight, horseman, rider | messenger of god
Cerberus - hound of the earth, black wolfhound, death-darkness
D:
Dagon - grain, fish
Demon of Capulet City - spirit | hat | citizen
Demon of Morris Island - spirit | dark-skinned | watery land
Director - to guide
Doppelganger - double-goer, double-walker
E:
Echidna - snake, viper
Elder Geryon Knight - old | earth | boy, youth, servant
F:
Freki - greedy, ravenous
Frost - to freeze
Furiataurus - fury of the bull, furious bull
G:
Geri - rules with a spear, greedy
Geryon - earth
Gigapede - giant foot
Gilgamesh - the ancestor is a hero
Gilver - [ERROR 404: meaning of word not found]
Gilbert - bright pledge
Goliath - to uncover, reveal, running, destroyer
Griffon - curved, bent
H:
Hell Vanguard - to cover, conceal | before guard
I:
Infested Chopper - to attack, hostile | helicopter
Infested Tank - to attack, hostile | reservoir of water
J:
Jester - reciter of romances, minstrel
Jokatgulm - [ERROR 404: meaning of word not found]
K:
King Cerberus - ruler | hound of the earth, black wolfhound, death-darkness
L:
Leviathan - to twist, coiled
M:
Machiavelli - bad little nail
Mad Hatter - crazy, insane | maker of hoods, maker of cowls
Malphas - mischief
Modeus [Asmodeus] - wrathful spirit, demon of wrath
Mundus - world
N:
Nefascapitis - head of sin, head of violation of divine law
Nefasturris - tower of sin, tower of violation of divine law
Nefasvermis - worm of sin, worm of violation of divine law
Nelo Angelo - black, strong, powerful | messenger of god
Nevan - little saint, little holy one
Nidhogg - malice striker
Nightmare - a female demon suffocates sleepers
Nina Lowell (demon) - little girl | young wolf
Noctpteran - night wing
O:
Orangguerra - war orangutan
P:
Phantom - an apparition, specter
Plesio - near, close
Plutonian - relating to wealth, relating to riches
Pride - brave, pomp, valiant
Priest - one who leads cattle
Q:
Qliphoth - husks, empty shells
R:
Red Eye - airplane flight that deprives travelers of sleep, raw and inferior whiskey
Rudra - howler, roarer, to cry
S:
Sara - princess, noblewoman
Secretary - one entrusted with secrets
Sid - wide
Sloth - indolence, slowness, laziness
T:
Tartarussian - relating to a deep pit
Tateobesu - vertical, length, height | fat, stout, plump
The Savior - the one who saves others
Trismagia - three magicians
U:
Urizen - your reason, to limit
W:
White Rabbit - bright, shine | young rabbit
Ninja Theory's DmC: Devil May Cry Canon
A:
Assiel - created by god
B:
Bob Barbas - bright fame, shining glory | beard, uncle, stammering
D:
Dante (DmC) - enduring, steadfast, lasting
E:
Eva (DmC) - life, living one
H:
Hollow Dante - empty place | enduring, steadfast, lasting
Hollow Kat - empty place | pure, clear
Hollow Vergil - empty place | flourishing
Hunter - one who chases wild animals
K:
Kat - pure, clear
L:
Lilith - spirit of the night
M:
Mundus (DmC) - world
Mundus's Spawn - world | to spread out, expand
P:
Phineas - mouth of brass, dark skinned, serpent's mouth
S:
Sparda (DmC) - sword, simple, frugal
Succubus - to lie beneath
V:
Vergil (DmC) - flourishing
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made some mockups for a night in the woods rpg
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I think what bugs me the most about the type of analysis that is common in this fandom is that sometimes people are obsessed with not actually looking at choices being made by characters and instead try to project extra-textual symbolism/parallels they pulled out of thin air or use essentialist arguments to predict a certain character’s trajectory. There is already a weird tendency to blame bloodlines instead of institutions, oppressive/destructive social constructs/systems, and abusive cycles. This series repeatedly deconstructs bio essentialist ideas in a multitude of ways. Characters being viewed as monsters for the way they are born is a concept that is repeatedly torn down. There is a combination of nature & nurture at play with these characters, I admit, but it is nuanced. Your environment and your nature are in constant conversation with each other. Certain environmental factors will worsen certain attributes, while repress others etc. Your blood is not evil, nor is it pure, it just is, and your nature will be affected by your rearing, tragedies you face, and the environment you live in. Monsters are created and developed, not born. This whole concept is apparent with all the siblings in the series. Dany & Viserys are drastically different people, and make different choices despite having similar experiences and the same blood. Same can be said for Joff, Myrcella, and Tommen. Another very good example are the Lannister siblings. The twins’ idea of “one soul in two bodies” is deconstructed, and they are faced with how dissimilar they actually are. All three siblings have differences in nature, as revealed by their behavior as young children & their current values and motivations, and they are all shaped very differently by their environment. Cersei is affected by the oppressive system of the patriarchy, Jaime by the trauma due to the violent construct of knighthood, and Tyrion by the rampant ableism of the world around him. Tywin also shapes them by giving each of them their own flavor of parental abuse based on the role he wants them to play in his legacy. It is so apparent just how these characters became what they are, and how they navigate their world as a result of a nuanced combination of nature and nurturer. But in the end, it comes down to choices that they keep making. Characters on the right path can also falter sometimes, weigh their values wrong, and make bad decisions at certain points. Not to mention how thoughts and words do not speak as much as actions and actual choices that are made do. You all take bio essentialist arguments that some characters in the text make at face value, even when it is obviously bullshit. Any analysis that hinges entirely on “this character is the son/daughter of this character”, or “this thing on the surface parallels this other thing from something I read/watched”, “this character is a dragon. Dragons plant no trees”, “this character is a monster”, “this character is from this house”, “this character is related to this character” etc instead of actually looking at what said characters do or try to do is gonna lead to unconvincing arguments that are antithetical to one of the main ideas that this series is built on. To me it feels like these books are communicating that in spite of your birth, your origin, your trauma, your prophecies, etc it is primarily your choices that lead you to where you are and the legacy that you create. Cersei’s prophecy will come true as a result of the choices she makes. Dany’s many prophecies are also as a result of choices she makes, she was not just gifted with everything that she has achieved, she is an active agent who makes choices that push her a certain direction. This is also why it is weird when everybody wants to make characters have a predetermined trajectory solely based on “what” they are, or who they are related to.
Not only does George say this in interviews, it is an explicit thesis statement in the text itself:
This is the concluding statement of Jaime’s ASoS arc. Like “The things I do for love”, “So many vows...”, and “The heroes […] the best and the worst, and those who were a bit of both”, as extremely relevant it is to him in specific, it is a major thesis statement for the series as whole, and overlaps with many characters, just like how other characters also have a bunch of these overlapping arc theses. So can we please primarily look at the choices characters make and what ultimately motivated them to make these choices rather than thinking their ending and what they “are” as characters is set in stone because of the reasons mentioned. I feel like how you all engage with some of these characters contradicts the deconstruction of this kind of essentialism that is so apparent in these books.
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Some sketcheys of this AU because I needed to get some of it out of my system
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My funny little murder cats from my funny little murder cats game
Story explanation:
Kinkstreak, Oddflower and Ganderspeckle are littermates. Ganderspecke becomes mates with Opheliabite and Oddflower becomes mates with Kingwing. At some point, Ganderspeckle and Kingwing start an affair and much later down the line have a kit, Faithkit, that Opheliabite was led to believe was his. Oddflower has been suspecting the two of cheating and eventually confronts Ganderspeckle which turns violent and Ganderspeckle gets killed. Kinkstreak helps cover up the murder, then later during the vigil, Flowerpelt, who's been suspicious of and spying on his father for a while now, outs his secret affair and accuses him of killing Ganderspeckle. Kinkstreak finds this awfully convenient and lies in support of Flowerpelt to frame Kingwing. Opheliabite snaps and tackles Kingwing, who after getting free runs away and never returns to the clan.
Shortly after this, their leader and mother Coyotestar, being unable to cope with the loss of her kit, decides to step down and Kinkstreak is promoted to leader.
Aka just a normal day in CoyoteClan tbh
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There we go, my top 3 faves from each series WOOOOOO
*collapses*
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watching ttrpg shows is truly a russian roulette of “i will form an emotional attachment with this character that is SO unhealthy”
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I drew some of my friends' d&d characters :D
Credits:
The jellyfish (a normal blue jellyfish) belongs to fooloneself_
Concreteflo (the furry) belongs to remnem_w.w
(hehe concrete floor)
Both were on Instagram ^^
And there's me, the sea bunny in the first picture (btw i didn't join the game)
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3 chapters of the death note AU planned out so far and we're only just seeing Victor. Oh boy.
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rui in a dress ^^
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I don't know. Maybe I'm just underestimating how truly weird and creepy manga romances can get in action seinen/shounen....
But can I point out how...strangely averse BSD is towards general romancey things? And how the only times it's brought it up is in a weird context?
Aka, Tanizaki siblings, Kyouka and Atsushi (not between them cause I don't think they're even considering it; I mean Fitzgerald making that comment), Aya proposing to Kunikida, Higuchi's...odd feelings for Akutagawa (Ch. 88, the way she pulled back when she thought Aku was gonna go in for something?), Dazai and his....yeah. And even those things kinda fizzle out and are so backgroundish.
I'm not sure if this kind of lack of romance/sex/fanservice is normal in action stuff (my anime/manga list is very short and HIGHLY filtered thanks to friends), but I am curious about it....
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damn, i still got a healthy amount of posts in the queue. i went a little ham in my last queuing spree huh
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Shizuroth, part seven
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First things first: a proper, decent and hopefully fully chest-covering shirt.
Sephiroth has them, and none of them fit. He has, literally, outgrown all his shirts, turtlenecks and jackets, and judging by the looks of it, he'd never bothered to get new ones. Even the stretchiest of them pops stitches when trying to accommodate his shoulders and chest! It's ridiculous! What, was he a little string bean of a man and then burst into a beefcake overnight?
Ignoring the influx of new messages from the mailing lists Genesis subscribed Sephiroth's phone to, he investigates the shops' menu with more detail. It soon proves he definitely has access to clothing stores and he definitely has the money to use them. He also has the means to just requisition a free new uniform from SOLDIER any time he wants, but apparently pressing a few buttons was too much work for the man! Better have your chest out and about than bother with the barest minimum of effort for the sake of personal comfort or public decency, apparently!
So, add laziness to the reasons why Sephiroth's outfit is like that.
…Or maybe, possibly, some form of executive dysfunction? It might explain the room he's supposed to be living in, which is barely fitting for existing in. On a more thorough look, it really looks like everything was just placed just wherever with no care to how it looked or what the vibes were. It has a very that's good enough feel to it.
Except it isn't! It's awful! The place is barely better than a first year college dorm room! Not that he'd know what those look like, he had his own apartment by then - but still! You can do better, surely!
No, wait, actually - how old is Sephiroth right now?
The bathroom mirror isn't very helpful. Sephiroth has that same androgynous ageless look that Shen Qingqiu has - just much beefier and sorta monochrome. In xianxia terms he could be anywhere from twenty to two thousand, hah! Though from what he recalls of the game, weren't everyone kinda young? Old for JRPG, what with only one teenager in the main character group! But still way under thirties. And this is way before that….
Ahhh he misses fan wikis! He needs thoroughly documented timelines! He needs a birthday! He needs a character ID - he needs -!
Actually, Sephiroth should have some kind of ID, being an evil megacorp employee, right? An employee card, or what a SOLDIER might have. Dog tags?
Quickly he begins rummaging about his person again.
There are no dog tags, but Sephiroth does have a wallet and a bunch of cards. Including a Shinra Employee, Personnel Medical Information, Shinra Medical Research and Shinra Military cards. And Sephiroth is twenty-one, apparently.
That's… hmm.
Yeah, he has no idea what to do with that - but it explains the awful dorm room vibe! Clearly the guy didn't have experience with how to live. And who knows how long Sephiroth has been living on his own anyway, and where and how he lived before. Plus, with his schedule, he can't be spending much time at all in this room. None, apparently, if he could manage it. And no wonder! The place is soul-suckingly awful.
Well, that's not how he's going to live, that's for sure. The shirtless life is not for him!
Hmm… ordering clothes and stuff without even seeing what they look like first, though…
Snapping the flip phone shut he goes to investigate the laptop, hoping that maybe they did figure out web sites after all. It turns on with gratifying swiftness and reveals itself to be a Windows knock-off from the nineties or something like that - with just about the same level of security. It doesn't even ask for a password! Convenient.
In a glowing example of video game redundancy created by developers being lazy, it has the exact same apps as his phone, just with a bigger keyboard. No internet, no websites, no games, nothing. And judging by the single folder on the computer, the only thing Sephiroth ever does with the thing is write mission reports. How sad.
It almost makes him miss Zhongdian.
The shops' menu comes with pictures, thankfully, so that's something - and it's conveniently hooked straight to his wallet, so all he has to do is press buy and the thing is done, just like that! Videogame shop mechanics for you. He has no idea how the purchases would be delivered, maybe he will have to go pick them up at the building lobby or something, but whatever! He needs shirts, curtains, carpets, a couch, and a proper damn tea set to start with! And maybe, if he really goes crazy with it, some house plants!
Guessing at his size by using the tags on the shirts that don't fit, he puts in some dozen clothing orders for several different sizes to start with - and it barely makes a dent in his wallet. Then he scrolls through the available furniture in another store until he finds a couch big enough for Sephiroth's huge ass body to actually lie down on. Tea set is harder, there isn't one that matches his criteria, but he finds a home decor shop that sells teapots and sets of cups that will do for a start. Carpets are harder - who the hell decided that black ceiling was good for anyone - and ultimately he ends up choosing dark forest green.
And then he finds out that there are no live plants to be had in Midgar. There's a shop that sells life-like plastic replicas… but just looking at it makes him feel so sad. Because, yeah, right, he forgot.
Life-sucking megacorporation. Literally. The whole city is surrounded by dead desert, and you probably just can't keep houseplants alive in Midgar. Because Shinra is literally draining the lifeblood of the planet, and only the tragic heroine with mysterious lineage can make the flowers grow.
And he's her ultimate, poisonous antithesis. Yeah.
Depressing.
Leaning away from the disappointment of a computer, he heaves out a long sigh from Sephiroth's deep chest. The idea that he might never see living bamboo again makes him feel vaguely nauseous, and with a grimace he rests a hand on Sephiroth's washboard abs.
Energy sits like an undigested mass in his guts. He's all but bloated with the lifeblood of the planet. Ugh. He should really do… something with it, huh?
And then the awful Feng Shui hits him in the face.
"Ah," he mutters unhappily, eyeing the room. He can almost see the energy pooling in the middle, stagnating. That can't have been helping with Sephiroth's situation. He can't do much about it yet, not without more furniture - but he can at least move the damn bed and redirect the energy elsewhere!
Which he does.
By nearly flipping the metal frame of a probably really heavy bed over and almost throwing it into the wall.
Ah.
Right.
Super SOLDIER.
Tentatively he crouches down and tests his strength on the bed. By very carefully picking it up. Which is something he can do, apparently! It doesn't even strain him - he just puts his hands under it and lifts. Just like that. Amazing.
… Is this what it's like to be Liu Qingge? Wow.
He kinda feels sad for Liu-shidi now, for never getting to see - and fight - someone like Sephiroth. Poor Liu-shidi, always looking for a strong opponent to test himself against, always asking his useless shixiong for a spar, and here is his useless shixiong, in one of the greatest fighters in video game history - utterly out of reach! What a shame!
He arranges the bed away from the doorways and sits down on it with a heavy sigh.
Oh, but he will really miss Liu-shidi. The knowledge that he will never see him, or anyone else from Cang Qiong Mountain Sect again… it really is a shame. He didn't get to do enough in that life - but at least Liu Qingge survived! Hopefully… hopefully his life will be good. Hopefully Luo Binghe would forgive Cang Qiong Mountain Sect for their involvement with Shen Qingqiu, and they'd all live long, good lives… without him.
Ah, probably best not to dwell on it. He'd got a new transmigration, a new body and a new life to adjust to! New villain to embody - and a new doom to circumvent.
Kicking off his boots, he puts Sephiroth's feet up and into a lotus position, draws a breath and begins to see what he can do for the man's internal energies. Can cultivation practices be applied to Final Fantasy VII Mako and magic?
Time to find out.
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To a Tea 2
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Part of the Sweet and Spicy AU
Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: A demanding customer grows increasingly needy.
Character: Raymond Smith
The title is a pun, don’t @ me.
Please comment and reblog if it’s not too much. I always love getting to chat about these stories and hearing all your ideas! You all are wonderful and loved.
You don’t often miss work, but that week, a burst pipe throws everything off. A morning spent waiting on your landlord, then the next few hours for a plumber, has things a bit off kilter. Even the next day, you’re not quite back on point.
The patched wall next to fridge reminds you of the disaster and a dingy smell persists. You hope it doesn’t cling to you as you set off for your shift that day. If you can, you want to pick up some hours from others if their up for grabs. Harry doesn’t like Saturday’s, maybe he’ll hand over some.
You try to leave your problems behind as you catch a bus down to the city centre. You get to the tea shop five minutes before the hour. Jenna’s wrapping up the opening tasks as you go to leave your things in the back. You tie on your apron and unlock the front door for the first customers of the day.
At first, it’s a trickle. Never very much at all. The early risers who often come alone or if they aren’t, they don’t speak much or very loudly. The smell of fresh baking and the slow rising sun add to the lazy din.
“Thought the special was strawberry today,” you comment as you transfer macarons from a cooled tray to the display.
“Eh, it was but we didn’t have enough jam,” she shrugs. “Changed the sign, is all.”
“Ah, thought my mind was lagging again. Everything’s been off since yesterday.”
“Eh, how’s the apartment, anyhow? Marilyn said it was something about a leak?”
“Burst pipe,” you explain, “they took out the wall above the sink, buncha clanging all day. When I tell you this place is like heaven.”
She chuckles, “can be.”
“There’s a formal tea booked in the Marigold Room at noon,” she intones, “forgot to mention that. With Mother’s day coming up, suppose we’ll get more bookings.”
“Suppose,” you go to check the schedule hanging on the wall. “Party of twelve, wow.”
“I’ll man the till. Honest, since those ladies at New Years, I’ve hated doing them.”
“No problem, Harry should be here, shouldn’t he?”
“Well, he’s... called in.”
“Again?” You whine as you face her.
“Are you really surprised?” She scoffs.
“No one else to cover? Not even Louisa?”
“Nah, she’s on holiday still.”
You huff, “fine. Not much of a choose then, is it?”
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The tea room is as close to raucous as you’ve ever heard it. You have your back to the rest of the shop as you balance the stacked serving trays with an array of sponge cake, fruit, and biscuits. It’s the typical assortment for a tea party booking.
You’ve already served the tea and the sandwiches, and dessert is the last bit, along with any further pots needed to be steeped throughout. With a partner, it isn’t hard to keep up, but alone, it’s rather overwhelming. Jenna does her best to assist but there aren’t many lulls around lunch time.
Beyond that, the tourists are chatty. You could hardly get away to fetch each course as they wanted to chat about the culture and your suggestions of what they should do next. It’s nice that they’re friendly but still stressful.
You put the trays on the cart and roll it around the counter. As you do, you nearly skid to a halt. In the rush, you hadn’t noticed him. Your eyes meet Raymond’s as he watches you. Intent, intense. You give an apologetic smile and nod in acknowledgement. Jenna wanted to deal with the main room, she’ll have to wipe down his table and do her best.
You roll behind the wall and into the Marigold room. You present the tray and grab it by the ring at the top, lifting it onto the centre of the table. You roll around to gather the empty plates and cups, taking two pots for refill.
You come back out and see Raymond standing, just as he was. He sees you too. Watching, hands folded, knuckles white, jaw set. He’s usually patient but you don’t know how long he’s been waiting.
You roll behind the counter and sigh, clearing off the cart as Jenna steams a tea latte.
“Can you wipe Raymond’s table?” You ask.
“Who?” She furrows her brow.
You glance over your shoulder toward the man in question and she follows. She rolls her eyes, “I tried, I wiped the the table. He didn’t sit.”
“Hm, well... did you wash your hands first?”
“Christ Almighty, what is he a child?”
“Jen, he’s just... you know, my mom’s the same. He can’t help it.”
“You can deal with him. I won’t be arsed,” she sniffs, “he was rude and you know I don’t got time for those ones.”
“Jenna, I’m kinda up to my eyes,” you dump the used bags from a pot. “I know he can be prickly but just wash your hands and redo the table.”
“Ugh, fine,” she sneers, “but you owe me.”
“Let’s call it even,” you retort as you pour boiling water into the pots mouth.
She shakes her head and huffs, “guess it is.”
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It’s nearly three in the afternoon. It’s quiet. Harry’s on his phone instead of doing the cups and your wiping the empty tables to keep yourself moving. The door opens and you glance over to make sure Harry’s alert. He’s not.
Doesn’t matter. It’s him. Raymond. You stand and clutch the cloth tight in your hand as you greet him.
“Be right with you, Raymond,” you assure him.
He barely looks at you as he goes to wait next to his table. You go behind the counter and mutter under your breath in Harry’s direction, “...dirty cups.” You wash your hands and make sure to clink some of the empty porcelain in an effort to draw your coworker’s attention. He’s still entranced by his phone.
You take the disinfectant wipes and go back out. You approach Raymond as he checks his watch.
“How are you today?” You ask.
He grumbles and shrugs, “fine.”
“English Breakfast, black,” you declares as you finish wiping up, “usual.”
“So you remember,” he challenges as he steps close, closer than ever, before sidling around to sit.
“Of course, I always do,” you smile.
“And last time?”
“Last time...”
“Twice.”
You’re confused. What is he talking about?
“I came on Tuesday and you weren’t here. Then on Thursday, you didn’t even say hello.”
“Oh, well, I’m sorry, Raymond, it was a busy day. Tuesday, I had a personal emergency so I didn’t even know you’d been in--”
“I’ll have my tea now,” he interjects tersely.
“Right, tea,” you confirm and spin around.
“Crooked strings,” he remarks dully, “again.”
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This is an emergency request, my depression has been really rough lately, I just haven't felt motivated to do anything and just feel stuck.
My request is how would Kyojuro Rengoku and Tengen Uzui help reader with this?
▸ ANSWERING. hello anon, i’m so sorry it took longer than expected, but it’s been a shitty weekend ngl… anyway, i’m sending you a big hug, i’ve been in the same situation not so long ago 🫂
▸ FANDOM. kimetsu no yaiba
▸ CHARACTERS. kyojuro rengoku & tengen uzui x gn!reader
▸ RATING. sfw
▸ WARNINGS. am i gonna take this opportunity to put some things ppl should learn to accept? yes i am. r is not exactly a demon slayer but that’s up to you since i didn’t stated it explicitly hehe, kyojuro is unaware about the situation at first, fluff, depression, negative thoughts, it also comes a bit from my own experience so um it might not be the same to everyone yeah. lemme know if i forgot to tag something pls.
before we start, i want to add that i deeply care about this particular request <3
KYOJURO RENGOKU
kyojuro noticed you were acting “strange” but he thought that you were simply tired, some sleep would surely help you…
if you were able to sleep, he noticed you’d sleep too much
if you didn’t, he heard you toss and turn around the whole night
he felt bad because he didn’t know how to exactly help you
the worst came when one day you didn’t wanted to get out of bed
“good morning, sunshine,” he gently murmured while moving the cover off your head. he kissed your forehead and stayed there cuddling with you, hoping this would help you getting up
“you’ll be late,” you said, not moving
“i wanted to have breakfast with you first,” he smiled widely, caressing your cheek. “it’s all ready,” he added
“i’m not hungry.”
he frowned. he wouldn’t actually force you to get up, he’s not like that, but he tried to playfully grab your hips to move you
“leave me alone!” you pushed kyojuro away, snapping at him
kyojuro apologised and sat there for a moment, deep in thoughts
he decided to get up and eat his breakfast. he got ready for the day and decided to leave the tray with your portion close to the futon, so you could grab it easily
“i’ll be back,” he informed you before reluctantly leaving
once gone, you started crying and hid yourself under the covers. you felt bad about snapping at him, but you couldn’t control it
needless to say, you didn’t get out of bed once and the food was long forgotten
you simply felt stuck
you wanted to go out with kyojuro… but you just couldn’t do it?
when he was finally back, his smile disappeared completely when he noticed you were still in bed
he took a deep breath and put his katana away, taking off his haori too. he kneeled beside you and gently moved the covers
“would you like to take a bath with me? it might help,” he asked you, caressing your cheeks. “i… don’t know?” you met his eyes
“i’ll take you there, alright?” he said before gently taking you into his arms and getting you to the bathtub
kyojuro helped you bathing, praising you the whole time
he saw you struggling and he had not intention to call you lazy or something, on the contrary he wanted to help you the best he could
“i know you’re not hungry, but it might help you feel better?” he caressed your back slowly, comforting you
somehow he convinced you to eat, you felt a little better after the bath after all
he changed the futon, so it would be fresh and clean and feel more welcoming, before convincing you to sit on the engawa with him for a while
the gentle breeze of the night caressed your face, making you shiver
“i’m so sorry,” you whispered before starting crying. he hugged you and kissed your head, holding you close to his chest. “don’t apologise, darling. i know you’re struggling and i’m here to help you.”
you felt somehow as a burden for him, he had to take care of you even after his training session and you knew how tiring they were
“it’s already getting better, you see? you’re out of bed,” he smiled, kissing your nose. “tomorrow will go even better, trust me.”
he wasn’t grossed out by your behaviour, he helped you keep yourself clean and convinced you to eat if you refused to
he spent the night awake with you if you had trouble sleeping, making sure the negative thoughts filling your head would go away by talking and talking, making you finally smile
kyojuro never pushed you to do anything tho, because he wanted to avoid you from closing up in yourself
he’s not perfect but he’s learning.
TENGEN UZUI
tengen was a bit harsh in the beginning
[let’s be serious for a moment, due to the time they’re living in i don’t think they would be that experienced lol]
he noticed you slowly retiring from any kind of activity
you didn’t wanted to leave the house that much
you prepared lunch and dinner with less enthusiasm
your sleep schedule started to get messy
you even skipped bathing with him
you started feeling self conscious and avoided being naked around him
but you also felt like some kind of force was blocking you from following your usual routine
it felt heavy. too much.
“hey, it’s really late,” his voice startled you. tengen got up early as usual, but didn’t forced you to do the same
“baby, with late i mean it’s past lunch time.”
you stayed hidden under the covers, his eyes burning on your figure
“y/n,” he tried again, getting down on his knees. “baby, you really need to get up.”
you didn’t reply, of course. you knew you had to but you just couldn’t do it
tengen moved the covers away from your body, making you flinch due to the light coming from outside
“no!” you tried to get em from his hand, your expression screaming that you were angry for his actions
“tell me what’s wrong,” he effortlessly kept the covers away from you, staring at you in a serious manner
“i don’t know, okay?! just leave me alone!” you hit his chest, trying to move his body away. useless.
“you’ve been sleeping a lot these past days, you’re rarely getting up. tell me what’s going on,” he tried again, clenching his fist
“i told you already!” tears rolled down your cheeks, catching his eyes. his gaze softened, feeling bad for the way he acted. “i can’t do that, i just can’t.”
tengen pulled you to his chest and let you cry, caressing your back in a comforting manner
once you were done crying, he stayed there with you for a little more
“i’m sorry for screaming,” you muttered after a while. “that’s okay, i was in the wrong.”
“are you hungry?” he asked you, his big hands kept caressing your back. “i think so.”
“good! cause i made something very flashy,” he winked at you, trying to make you smile
tengen learned to respect your times, not forcing you
he helped you eat, bathing yourself even if you were a bit contrary on him seeing you, made sure you were sleeping properly
he enjoyed cooking for you during these kind of episodes ngl
“i’m very, very proud of you,” he kissed your head while cuddling with you in bed. you were grateful he didn’t judged you and didn’t complained about your behaviour
he showed patience and showered you with his love nonetheless
▸ BEFORE LEAVING. reblog and comments are super appreciated. what it i tell you the draft was about the get deleted after i finished writing it? lmao. as i said, it might work differently for others, and if you have gross comments to share then keep ‘em to yourself, thank you
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