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obeiii-mee · 3 years

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MC had a bad day or they’re dealing with a bad loss from a loved one. So they decide to seek comfort from the Brothers! But they don’t do it in a normal way, they just barge in the room where the brothers are all relaxing or hanging out at before MC just busts in getting their attention and they go “I need a hug 🥺”. Let’s see the some fluffy hc’s of the brothers comforting MC 🥰

And how could they not want to hug their cute human that is literally 3 seconds away from breaking down into tears?

The Brothers Comforting MC After A Bad Day:

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You’re right, they wouldn’t be able to resist, they love their human too much 😌

*soBS* I want to hug one of them so bad rn

Thank you for the request, I love writing fluffy HCs, it’s my weak spot and it gives me serotonin. I hope you have a nice day/night!! Uh, it’s sort of implied that MC is slightly shorter than them so sorry if that’s a problem-

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Notes: Fluff, mentions of loss and dead family members/friends, mostly comfort though, short HCs

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beezlebub and Belphegor.

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Lucifer:

-He doesn’t say anything and he doesn’t really need to because him just being there, arms wrapped around you and hands lightly running up and down your back, is worth more words than any sort of verbal consolation he could’ve given you and because of this, you feel at ease

-His touch is firm but gentle and you relax almost immediately, burying your head against his chest and feeling him press a kiss on top of your hairline, tightening your hold on him

-He already told his brothers to back off because the last thing he wanted was for you you to get overwhelmed by their insensitivity so you two were left in the living room by yourselves

-In a bit of an awkward position though, because you were both standing and after a while, it was clear a hug wasn’t going to be enough

-That’s his excuse as to why he picked you up bridal style five minutes later and carried you all the way to his bedroom, a place he knows his siblings won’t ever trespass without his permission and somewhere he can shield you from any prying eyes while you’re in this vulnerable state

-At this point, he was basically cradling you like a baby, having you sit on his lap and waiting for you to tire yourself out until you couldn’t cry anymore and watching you slip into that hiccuping stage you get after a breakdown

-Lucifer is obviously going to ask what happened, but whether you answer him or not is up to you because he’s not one to push matters if he sees you’re uncomfortable talking about it

-However, he might insist if he concludes that it’s affecting you and your well being and that’s how you know usually know he’s worried

-His voice is soft though and just listening to it makes you want to tell him everything, whether it’d be something as annoying as a small inconvenience you stumbled across that day or the death of a relative, you feel welcomed enough to spill everything

-Even if you decide not to, he’ll stay with you until you feel better, until you’re no longer crying or shaking or anything of the sort. He speaks occasionally, almost soothingly about how important you are to him and how capable you are of overcoming anything in your way. For the most part, however, he remains quiet and allows you to mull over your thoughts, willing to forget about his paperwork just to let you cling to him for a few hours

-Maybe later, when you’re no longer as distressed, he could get the full story out of you and help you overcome whatever problem you’re having trouble facing but for now, he understands all you need is for him to be there

“MC?” He calls your name out because he was thinking that maybe you had fallen asleep but he realised that was not the case when you looked up at him, streaks of tears still sliding down your cheeks. When you don’t respond, he sighs almost contently “A bit longer?” You don’t answer again but this time, he could feel you nod against him and he smiles despite himself as he leaned his head against yours “All right then, just a bit longer.”

Mammon:

-Truth be told, he’s never been the best at comforting someone and normally, he’s kind of awkward when he wants to show his support because it feels so out of his character

-But it’s not like he was going to refuse you anyway. Not when you specifically came to him and asked him for help and not when you looked like you were on the verge of crying. He’d be a monster to deny you >:(

-It upsets him too, you know. He’s meant to be your protector, guardian even, so the fact that he couldn’t keep you from getting hurt makes him feel like he failed at keeping his human safe. Actually, it takes a lot of convincing on your part just to tell him that you’re not actually physically hurt. Just a shitty day…

-Mammon, despite the walls he puts up ever now and then, is someone that genuinely cares for you. And he’s also the type that does almost everything in excess, especially when it comes to you or spending money. That’s just his personality; he’s loud and boisterous and even though he wants to deny this, completely transparent with his emotions

-You ask for a hug? He gives you plenty of hugs! He lets you lay on top of him while cuddling so he can hold you!!! He brings you snacks and drinks!!! Shit, he basically cradles you the whole night!!! And he’s blushing and acting annoyed the entire time, refusing to accept how much he’s actually enjoying this

-The point is, he tends to coddle you whenever you have a bad day or if you’re really affected by the loss of a dead loved one. This is probably because he, in turn, likes to be babied and cared for when he’s feeling down and he subconsciously does that to you because it’s the only means of comfort he knows how to execute well

-A hug would’ve sufficed, but you’re his human and let him be damned if he’s not gonna give you the world on a silver platter if you keep looking at him with those sad eyes of yours

-By now, if you need anything, you just need to ask because even with a bit of grumbling, he’ll get it for you. More snacks? Say less. Wanna watch TV with him for a while? Immediately reaches for the remote? You just want to cuddle? His body is naturally warm for a reason bby, dig in. You want his heart? Give him a moment to surgically get it out of his chest-

-No matter what, he’s so glad that you trust him enough to talk to him about this sort of stuff and that he’s the first person you think of when you need consolation

-It makes sense after all, right? He’s your first pact so your direct happiness is his responsibility while you’re in DevilDom! It’s his job to make sure you function again by tomorrow morning and that you’re no longer troubled by anything

“Hey! What’s with all the crying huh?” He cups your face in his hands and softly squishes the flesh between his fingers. His thumbs brush over the tears in your eyes and he let’s out a small ‘tsk’ as your foreheads touch and his hands drip to your shoulders to keep you steady “The Great Mammon is hugging ya right now, ya know? There’s no reason for you to be upset, not when I’ve got ya in my arms like this, OK? So you can stop with yer water works now.” As noisy as his voice is, there’s a gentle note behind it when he speaks and embraces you, his cologne spreading everywhere “I love you, ya big idiot. So please, stop cryin’ and lemme hold ya already! Yer making me worried, ya stupid human.”

Levi:

-You stopping by his room is not unusual. In fact, you do it every day and it’s just part of the routine you have with him. However, he’s wasn’t exactly expecting you to stand there, all shaken up and ask him for a hug!!!

-And he doesn’t process this request for a second but then he freaks out so badly-

-Yells incomprehensibly about how you’re ‘pulling your normie tricks on him again’ and how he’s ‘not going to be fooled by them anymore.’

-You raise your head to meet his eyes while he’s still rambling on though and he sees your teary expression and now he feels guilty because you look really upset. Levi’s kinda scared he made it worse-

-He’s the type to usher you in his room and lock the door as usual but instead of doing what the two of you always do, you literally stay attached to him because you need comfort damn it!

-Levi….is sort of clueless about these emotional outbursts since he himself doesn’t deal with them very well. However, he’s watched enough animes revolving around romance to conclude on the best course of action so-do not fear! (Spoiler, he still doesn’t know what he’s doing)

-He’s really stuck and can either stay as quiet as a nun or start babbling in a language you probably wouldn’t even understand because he’s so nervous

-Or actually, he might start crying with you if I’m being fair; he’s very in sync with his Henry and your emotions

-Once he calms down, he’s actually not all that bad at comforting. Levi is a bit stand offish with his hugs at first but he relaxes into them and by now, you’re both standing by the side of his bed, with you leaning onto him and him holding your hand. He then intertwines your fingers together but subconsciously because he wouldn’t have the gall otherwise

-Later, he tells you to help yourself with the snacks he has hidden in his room. I guarantee you he has a whole ass mini refrigerator hidden somewhere for his all night gaming session, in case he needs any boosts. No one knows how Beel hasn’t found the stash yet and there’s no need to tell him

-Then you watch re runs of old shows together and make fun of the shitty editing and dialogue. He’s still holding your hand though and he’s really flustered and wondering if it’s too sweaty for you but don’t mention it because he’ll get even more embarrassed

-He glances over to you, every once in a while, whilst you’re cuddled up against his arm, eyes glued on the TV, to make sure you’re OK. You almost gave him a seizure or at least that’s how he felt-so he made it his mission to make you feel better by any means necessary. Fuck today’s raids, his team can get them done without him!!

“I-I don’t know why you would want me of all people to hug you but…” he trailed off in a whisper, having to lean down so you could wrap your arms against his neck and bury your head in his shoulder. He pulled you in closer, a streak of protectiveness coursing through him as he shut the door to his room with his foot “Lord of the Shadows would never leave Henry all on his own, so I’m not going to do that either. This is an important character development arc and-just, please don’t cry. I’ll give you more hugs, OK? Seeing you like this is not good for my heart-“ stopped mid sentence after realising what he just said and now he’s the one burying his head in your shoulder, flushed beyond hell “Forget I just said that! Holy Lord Diavolo this is embarrassing, why am I like this????”

Satan:

-It troubles him greatly to see you like this and he can sort of feel the world shift out of place, seeing you with tears running down your face and hands balled into fists out of frustration almost immediately makes him fly into a fit of rage because who would dare to hurt you-

-Oh, a hug? If that’s all you need, he’s more than happy to oblige but if you’re as distraught as you seem to be, he wonders if just a small embrace from him would be enough

-Satan’s hugs are very intimate and even passionate at times. He has one hand on the back of your head and the other supporting your lower back while you bawl your eyes out into his shoulder and getting his uniform wet

-You can’t really seem to focus on what he’s trying to tell you because he’s so warm and welcoming and even though he’s someone as renowned as the Avatar of Wrath, he’s shockingly patient with you as you let out the overwhelming emotions that have been consuming you all day

-It’s hard to not relax when you’re in Satan’s presence because he’s calm and he smells like musty, old books and mahogany wood and cats, meaning he was most likely cuddling strays he found on the street the entire day. The first visual that comes to mind is fire crackling behind a grate in a chimney and someone reading a book while swinging back and forth on an old, rickety chair when you’re around him

-He will wait until you’re no longer crying and then, before you know it, you find yourself in the library with him, drinking tea and being handed a plate of biscuits he took from the kitchen to help you regain your strength after all that crying. You’re still feeling pretty miserable about the day you’ve had but you quickly lose yourself in a conversation with him over a cup of tea

-Sometimes, you two talk for hours on end about nothing important just to hear each other’s voices and finally have some quality time spent together. Even though he wishes the circumstances were better, he’s glad to have been able to snatch you away from his brothers for a while and he’s even happier you chose him to confide in

-Satan practically doesn’t even mention your outburst and keeps the small talk minimal but he wants you to know that if you do wish to tell him about it, he’s more than happy to listen and he’s not so bad at giving advice either

-The topic of the discussion you were having with him changed abruptly by the end of the night and now you’re reading together from this book he started a while ago, both of you covered with a blanket, your head on his chest and his leaning on yours. He’s holding the book with both of his hands, but still managed to get his left wrapped around you. And because of this feeling of safety and warmth, you don’t feel desperate anymore. Tomorrow, you’ll be able to sort out your feelings but now, you’re content to just listening to Satan read, in his clear, soft voice

“Ah MC, could you turn the page for me?” You do as he asked to and you could feel him smiling as he kissed your hairline, sighing before going back to the book and the story within “Thank you. You truly are amazing, did you know that? I’ve never met someone as caring and as kind as you. Well, I suppose Beel could compete for the title but unlike him, you don’t really leave us in debt whenever we visit the grocery store.” Hearing you laugh makes him smile even more and he lets you hold the other side of the book while he plays with your hair and now you join in reading with him, out loud and trying to act out voices for the characters. As everything unfolds, Satan feels the world click right back into place.

Asmo:

-It’s a known fact by now that Asmo is willing to give you any sort of affection at any point in time, whether it’d be a hug, a kiss, holding your hand-you name it! I mean, whenever he’s feeling down, you being there to encourage him helps a lot so it’s only natural it works the other way around too!

-If he notices that you’re genuinely upset by something, then he would have no problem whatsoever with lavishing you in attention and really, a hug or two from him is the bare minimum in situations like this

-In any case, he always enjoys fussing over you and you having a bad day is the perfect excuse for him to do so! After all, he can’t disappoint you since you came to him with your troubles and he will do anything in his power to make you feel better. Actually, if he could, he would keep hugging you forever but as miraculous as his charm can be, it’s not effective against someone with this low of a morale

-His first suggestion is to take a bath! It’s his way of taking care of you; you’re tired after such a long day and he feels like you’re neglecting yourself a little because of it. So you relax in his bathtub with him for a while, him actively trying to get your mind off any bad, lingering thoughts while you splash around in the bubbles

-And obviously after that, you need to have your mandatory spa sessions with him since you need to unwind and what’s a better way to do that than to let him paint your nails and apply lotion to your skin? Besides, it creates a great opportunity for you to take things off your chest

-He’s in need to hear gossip constantly so if you don’t feel like talking, he’s gonna be a bit bummed out but he still respects your wishes enough to not push you. If your problem is as sensitive as the death of a family member, you’re not obligated to talk to him about it and he will understand, since people grieve in different ways. He too shut down after the death of Lilith for a while after all

-A bad day is nothing Asmo can’t handle. He’s had plenty of those before, mostly because of Mammon and his thievery, they’re usually common factors. It’s only natural you experience those yourself and he’s more than willing to be your support system if you need one. He wants you to know that you can go to him if you need advice or help with anything, or even if you just need to someone to hear you out

-To give a more detailed explanation of his hugs, they are usually really light and you never feel suffocated when you’re in his arms. He never squeezes you too tight and he always smells amazing, so you feel inclined to stay near him for as long as possible. Despite his overtly loud nature, he gets incredibly soft spoken with you and he traces patterns on your back and arms as you stand there together

-It’s important to mention, he never pulls away from you first. He lets you decide when you’ve had enough and when you’re ready to move on or if you require some other means of comfort

-And even if you’re no longer disgruntled, he’s still going to pamper you as much as possible the next day with either a shopping spree or another few spa sessions, this time done at a professional institution rather than the privacy of his bedroom

-Asmo is in touch with your emotions and it’s kinda scary sometimes because of how well he can read you, since he almost always knows what you need

“Oh darling, how could I refuse a hug from you?” You can feel his arms embrace you, even with your eyes closed and for some reason, this makes you cry even harder, sobbing as he tries to comfort you. You’re aware he let go of you at some point and returned with a tissue to dab away at your tears, gently to not hurt your eyes and now he’s hugging you again, a wry smile on his face “You don’t have to worry about a thing, MC. Everything will get sorted out, I promise. In the meantime, come to me if anything troubles you again, OK? No more crying, darling-it’s bad for your eyes.”

Beel:

-The type to immediately lean in for a hug without even questioning why. As soon as you ask him, you barely have time to finish the question and you already find yourself in his arms. The only exception would be when he’s eating or maybe in the middle of a work out but the point is he doesn’t hesitate much when it comes to you. And I mean, he loves hugs just as much as his siblings do

-Beel is not the most observant and he may not realise you’re in a bad mood unless you tell him outright. It’s not even that he’s emotionally distant, it’s just that if you tell him that you’re fine, then he’s gonna take your word for it and believe you since he’s pretty straightforward with his feelings as well. However, as dense as he may be on occasion, even he’s bound to notice that you’re not being your usual self and this is especially true if you start crying out of nowhere while he’s nearby. Probably assumes the worst and is under the impression that he did something to upset you because shifting the blame onto himself whenever others suffer is his coping mechanism and we’ve seen him to do it before

-If you’ve just had a bad day, he understands that things could’ve been very overwhelming for you and he wishes he had known sooner so he could’ve helped back then, instead of letting it come to this. But he doesn’t hesitate all that much since he looks like he’s built for giving hugs on a daily basis. I’m not even sure this would classify as a hug since you’re not touching the floor. Rather, you are attached to him like a koala and he’s carrying you around as if you were a baby strapped to his chest. And he genuinely doesn’t mind. He’s been doing it with Belphie for centuries now

-Please, after a while he gets seriously concerned because are humans supposed to cry this much? What if you dehydrate or something? So he makes you stay in bed and just gives you plenty of water. You look so pale and sad, he shares his food with you too because his heart is aching just looking at you like this. He feels like besides being there, he can’t provide you with much help and he’s starting to think he’s hopeless at comforting

-If a family member died then…Beel is one of the best people you could’ve gone to. Honestly, having dealt with his sister’s situation, he knows how horrible it is to lose somebody you love dearly (I mean, all the brothers do but I’m making a point saying Beel, Belphie and Lucifer were especially affected). Now he’s sad himself since he’s aware that you’re going through something similar and his twin might walk in on the two of you being emotional on the floor

-For the most part, Beel makes sure you keep yourself healthy even when you’re tired and depressed. Continues to bring you food, even if he eats half of it on his way to your room, and just keeps you company in general in case you get lonely. Seeing you upset makes him even more considerate of your feelings and you don’t have the heart to tell him that he doesn’t need to stay with you all night. He thinks he does because you’ve always offered to stay with him whenever he’s had nightmares before so how he’s gotta return the favour

-Beel gives these bear hugs all the time, since he’s so big and his hand basically covers your entire back. So, more often than not, you end up cuddling while standing because he’s a lot taller than you, with him being a demon and all. Despite that, you feel so unbelievably complete when he holds you like this. It’s hard not to feel protected since his whole body is practically concealing yours so easily all the time and you feel sheltered from the world and it’s….nice

-And Beel enjoys hugging you too, because he knows that as long as he’s nearby, you’ll be safe and that’s really all he needs. He wants to be there for you the same way you were there for him when he needed it most and comforting you when you’re having a shitty day is like his full time job

-You could come to Beel with any problem and he would never judge you, no matter what. He’s just really unproblematic and he just wants you to go back to your normal self because it hurts him to see you cry your eyes out. Now, not only are hugs mandatory but holding your hand is too. It’s like hugging…but your hands are doing the hugging

-Definitely even goes to Belphie after a while if he really doesn’t know what to do and that’s how you know he’s desperate to do something. Since the Seventh Born isn’t exactly someone that yields great advice, more so when it comes to other…people….and his twin knows this-

-Beel’s best strategy at the moment is to just maintain some kind of physical contact because he discovered that makes you feel better and it calms you down more than him trying to verbally console you. He even invited you to sleep in his room if you’re comfortable doing so just so you’re not alone. After that one incident, he’s trying to coax you to tell him whenever something is wrong so he can jump in and help, because that’s all he really wants to do ahakenksms

“MC? Did something happen?” He’s honestly taken aback by how shaky you are and how you’re hands are trembling as they’re reaching to connect with his. Without much of a warning, he feels a funny feeling in the pit of his stomach and now he discovers that he doesn’t like seeing you with tears trailing down your face. And he feels worse the longer you wail in his chest and he doesn’t know what to do. So, he wraps his arms around you so tight you think you might explode, strangely comforted by the feeling as he speaks again “I’m sorry if I’ve done something to upset you. What can I do to help, MC? We can just stay like this for a while if you want” And when he sees you nod, he proceeds to not move an inch almost the entire night. Obviously, hunger overtook him eventually but he shared his stolen goods with you so can you really complain? Doubtful, not when he hasn’t let go of your hand the whole time.

Belphie:

- Hugging him is a gamble. Realistically speaking, you’re not going to catch him standing upright long enough for you to give him a hug. He’s laying on the floor somewhere, asleep so you shouldn’t expect much from him to begin with. Even if you were to get lucky and stumble upon him while he’s wide awake, he might slump over and succumb to sleep the moment you embrace him because you’re so warm

-Cuddling is a different story altogether. He’d rather shoot himself in the foot than not have you cuddle with him so if you need to be babied for once, he’s a pretty good option to consider

-As usual, he’s in the attic and you go to him because it’s really late and you didn’t want to wake up any of the other brothers. Actually, Belphie is normally awake by dusk so to see him sleep like a log past midnight was quite surprising. You didn’t exactly want to interrupt but if you stayed alone for any longer, you would’ve gone insane. So you shook him awake. And he was understandably confused and probably forgot what planet he was on for a minute when you did so

-Technically, he was half awake and from his point of view, everything must’ve been pretty blurry. He did see you; the problem was that because he was still feeling very sleepy, he was basically in a daze and could only squint at you to try and figure out if you were really there or if he was hallucinating. His suspicion was confirmed soon enough because he reached out after a few seconds and poked your cheek just to check. His face the entire time and the action itself was so amusing that, despite tittering on the edge of a breakdown, you burst out laughing

-Once he came to the conclusion that you were, in fact, real and he wasn’t dreaming, he sighed and opened his arms out for you; a direct invitation to cuddle with him. By now, he likely didn’t even noticed you looked sad because, as I said, he was all over the place but this little ritual you two have was common enough that it got engraved in his memory. Now he does it out of impulse whenever you’re around and he wants attention

-So you basically tackled him and threw yourself on top of him so hard, both of you toppled over on the bed and now you were used as a blanket, with his arms wrapped securely around you; preventing you from getting up. Not that you were planning on doing that anytime soon but moving on-

-You thought he had fallen back asleep, because he went really quiet and he stopped squirming to get comfortable. To be exact, the whole room was rather still and the only thing you could really hear was Belphie’s soft breathing and the rustle of the bedsheets every once in a while. And since it was extremely dark as well, you couldn’t see a thing either so it felt like the best place to let go of your stress

-It’s not like you were making much noise but as I said, the seventh born wasn’t sleeping just yet. And he wouldn’t be able to because it was obvious to him now that something was wrong. He believed that he was bearing witness to something that should’ve been a lot more private than this so he didn’t say anything. You should have your moment, let you have a chance to recollect your thoughts and the next day, he might ask you

-It was too much to handle. It’s not like he was gonna get any sleep unless he knew your problem was solved otherwise he might get nightmares all night. Besides, if you’re crying this much, then something terrible must’ve happened. You realised he was awake when he gave your entire body a small squeeze, as if to reassure you and you froze because did you just wake him up???? Or worse, did he hear all that sobbing you were doing????

-Hugging him is similar to hugging a pillow. He’s soft and squishy and warm and it’s impossible to resist him when rest at a time like this is so tempting. His fingers running over your pact mark once or twice, as if to remind you that he’s right there and low whispers describing the best dream he ever had about you, hoping to distract you for long enough to help you fall asleep

-To him, it doesn’t make a difference if a family member died or if you’re just having a bad day. All he knows is that you’re having a lot of emotional problems because of either one and as a result, you need a shoulder to lean on. He’s glad that you trust him enough to let him assist and if it was up to him, he would keep cuddling you forever. You’ve already suffered enough so let him take care of you this time around, OK?

“Dumbass, why are you crying?” The gentleness of his words was a clear contrast to that quick insult he shoved at the beginning of his statement, though you couldn’t hear any malice behind it and the fact that he really cared about what happened to cause you to struggle with your emotions so badly, would’ve made you wail even harder. However, he managed to silence you pretty well because he kept speaking and you wanted to listen; you wanted to hear what he had to say so you reduced your sobs and you sat quietly enough to do just that. Belphie flipped you over, now with him on top and you underneath and he laid there, cheek sloshed against yours as he sleepily mumbled out more praise for you, “MC, are you tired? You should go to bed, you need to get some sleep. Tomorrow, you can tell me what the problem is and I’ll help. I promise-I’ll even get up early for you. Just…please calm down. I don’t want to see you crying yourself to sleep ever again. I’ll stay here the entire time, alright? And I’ll make sure you have nice dreams tonight MC…just let me hold you…”

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1558w, complete, General Audiences, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kamila & Sissel (Ghost Trick), Jowd & Sissel (Ghost Trick), Yomiel & Sissel (Ghost Trick) Characters: Sissel (Ghost Trick), Kamila (Ghost Trick), Jowd (Ghost Trick), Yomiel (Ghost Trick) Additional Tags: Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Christmas Presents, Video Game Mechanics, baby engineer at work, professional ghost at work

For @azurefishnets... last year! But what’s a backlog amirite. Now it’s seasonal again!

Kamila shook her head.

“Too bad you don’t get it, Sissel, do you? It would be fun to work on this together.”

Talking to the cat was a tried and true pastime whenever she got a technical break from the absolute concentration her projects required. In that cozy wintry afternoon, brandishing a plastic welder that would be heating up for next minute or so, Kamila looked at her cat, at the pieces of the soon-to-be noise-cancelling earrings spread out on the table, at her apple tea in her favorite mug which had gone cold thirty minutes earlier but everybody knew that it was the thought that counted and that tea was more of a state of mind anyway, and felt at peace with the world.

Sissel could not quite say the same. What didn’t he get? Couldn’t he? He walked onto the table, feigning nonchalance as only a cat (or a ghost) could do, watching her solder three blue plastic rings and fasten them to an earrings base on one side and to a short chain on the other. At the other end of the chain were the blue silicone bits Alma put in her ears at night, the ones Sissel was not allowed to play with. The look of the plastic rings matched that of the silicone plugs – not the same, but they looked good together, as if they were always meant to be part of the same item. Sissel meowed: he got that much. Kamila set down the rings for a moment and sneaked him a scratch on the back, but did not seem to care for a follow-up to her statement.

The earrings were not the only item on the table. A small crawler robot retrofitted from one of Kamila’s early competitions was waiting for the finishing touches – its flashy new red coating was taking entirely too much to dry, as resin coatings are wont to do, and a bottle of ketchup stood next to it. Sissel slipped into the ghost world to paw at the bizarre contraption, still wondering. He understood soldering, he understood knitting, he knew it was bad when acrylics dripped out of their bottles. He understood checkers and had a beginner’s grasp on chess, and knew how to play mean card tricks with a small human help, so all in all, there was no reason to cut him out of the afternoon’s entertainment. He found the knack that made the little robot start and gave it a little ghostly push, out of boredom and contrarianism.

The robot grabbed the ketchup, surveyed the table, found what looked like a dish and was about to squeeze the condiment on Kamila’s tools when she reached for the off button.

“Sissel, no!” she snorted. “Not like that!”

She never could figure out how the cat pulled these pranks, and as a prospective scientist it stung like a personal failure. Still, as a prospective scientist, she had come to the irrefutable conclusion that it was none other than the cat who did it, and it felt like their little secret, and a bit of magic that brought a strange joy to her rigorous world.

“You silly kitten, you know you are my favorite tester in the whole wide world.” She fastened the welder to its holder and gave Sissel her undivided attention. “And I know you are very, very smart.” That netted her some understated purring that may or may not have been intended as a demure agreement. “And that you understand at least half of what I’m saying. The other half is the stuff you don’t want to hear so that doesn’t count.” Busted.

“But these are the presents I am making for my mom and dad, Sissy. We don’t know who your mom and dad are, so we can’t bring them presents!”

Kamila ran a hand through his cold fur, giving her full consideration to the scenario she had only evoked in a burst of mindless musing. “...or should we bring cat treats to the park next week? Maybe they’re still there and I would not want to be rude. I am very grateful to have you, you know.”

Was that all? Sissel headbutted her wrist when he grew tired of pretending to have a heartbeat and breathe, moving away to the other end of the table and staring at her with bright unblinking eyes.

Humans did love to overcomplicate things, really.

Yet that thought, or part of it, remained appealing.

So he set out to work.

It so happened that Jowd shared many traits with the quintessential cat. This was not always a help to Sissel, who had taken to spending most of his time among humans and sometimes felt like he missed out on the finer complexities of both species. It was, however, enough for him to know, deeply and intimately, that the way the detective went on and on about his upcoming work trip overseas was a desperate caterwauling, a call for help. He was so offended by the sheer fact of being expected to hold a speech at some conference that he neglected to share any details about it, or Sissel wasn’t paying attention on the rare occasions when he did, but what was clear was that the sole thought of leaving felt like torture.

Sissel, then, played a waiting game. He would need a stage for his trick: the right moment had to present itself at the police station, among a crowd of Jowd’s colleagues.

It rained; McCaw walked into the atrium and threw the wet plastic wrapping of a snack into the nearby trashcan. Sissel closed the lid when nobody was watching, letting the plastic fall toward the ground; a well-timed loosening of the radiator’s valve blew it away from the trashcan and close to Jowd’s feet. Now – and this was crucial to Sissel’s plans – Jowd had good eyes and lightning-quick reflexes. He would see the perilous transparent slip of plastic and sidestep to avoid it, even gaining a modicum of admiration from the bystanders. It would only garner more sympathy for his plight, then, when an improbable chain of events that began in the dusty spaces above the cupboards made a bowling ball fall on the desk next to where he’d landed, triggering the drawers’ spring-loaded latches at once and throwing all three drawers at Jowd’s calf with considerable strength. The man yowled in pain as he fell over and squinted at the last movement of this drawers disaster: a sheet of wrapping paper and a ribbon somehow flew out of them only to land exactly on his shoulder.

“Doctor’s gonna order some rest for this. You are welcome,” he said through the ghost world. Jowd’s laughter almost tore down the place and so Sissel congratulated himself upon a job well done: his dad had gotten his present.

His other dad would turn out to be a more complicated affair.

Not that anyone else in all his extended families had any claim to the title of “uncomplicated”, ever, but Yomiel remained the uncontested champion in the opposite direction and so Sissel tailed him for a few days, in and out of the ghost world, waiting for inspiration to strike. Yomiel’s new life needed… a dishwasher, a subscription to at least three computer magazines, a book called “Cooking for newbs” (spelling uncertain), a substantial supply of hair gel, a cat-shaped ladle and a cat-printed tie, Sissel learned, none of which were things a ghost cat could provide, unless a ghost cat felt like stooping to ghost crimes.

Rain again. It was a dark and stormy afternoon when Yomiel grabbed an umbrella and got ready to make a run to the convenience store down the corner; Sissel duly followed him inside the umbrella itself. They coasted a pile of junk discarded next to the wall of an abandoned building – broken chairs, a desk, file cabinets, cardboard boxes littered the sidewalk. Nothing special, nothing new. If not for his ghost senses, Sissel would have never given it a second thought. But that presence was there, undoubtedly. So Sissel jumped out of the umbrella and into a fire hydrant, and from there he frantically looked for the control unit of the nearest street lamp.

Sunlight was fading, and the city would soon bask in in its warm artificial lights, but that one street lamp lit up ahead of time to shine a spotlight on the pile of cardboard boxes. Yomiel raised an eyebrow under his shades. The street lamp went out and lit up again. Yomiel shot it a pointed look and approached the boxes underneath.

As he moved one of them aside, a kitten meowed at him, red fur darkened by the relentless rain. It was lost and hungry and had the biggest, roundest paws; Yomiel teared up as he tried to hold it and felt it hold him in turn. He cradled the kitten close to his chest and greeted it with his warmest, most private smile.

The whole street lit up.

“I know it was you, Sissel,” Yomiel whispered to the empty boxes. “You could’ve just told me! Who’s givin’ ya this knack for theatrics?”

“Statistically, you.”

“As if. I’m onto you. But… thank you, my friend.”

“...you are welcome. Just don’t name it after me, will you? Try to break the streak?”

“I’m not making any promises.”

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Running Scared: The Story

So Running Scared is a buddy-cop movie, right?

Well, heck, you might say. If it’s a buddy-cop movie, I may as well not read the plot description. A by-the-book cop is forced to work with a wild-card cop to catch the criminal and save the day, while learning to respect each other. The boss gets mad at them, the car gets destroyed, they’re pulled off the case, and solve it anyway, breaking procedure in the process.

Okay, so you’re not wrong about that second half. Got me there. Buddy-cop films tend to not have a whole lot of variety when it comes to cliches, but then again, the same could be said of most genres. And hey, cliches aren’t necessarily bad.

Before you write off Running Scared as just another attempt to cash in on Beverly Hills Cop, though, there are a couple of things to consider: for one thing, there’s no ‘by the book’ cop. And these two certainly aren’t being forced to work together. These guys? They’re good friends.

Let’s take a look at the setup. (Spoilers below!)

Two undercover Chicago cops, Danny Constanza (Billy Crystal) and Ray Hughes (Gregory Hines), spot two criminals they recognize: drug dealer Julio Gonzales, and one of his associates, ‘Snake’. Gonzales, recognizing the pair, drives off before the two can investigate further, but before he does so, he gives Snake a briefcase, which Snake runs off with, and I’m sure is totally legitimate.

Danny and Ray pursue Snake to his third-floor apartment, where they threaten him with a search warrant. And physical harm.

“Listen, Snake, here’s the situation: I have this gun here. Now I am going to take the gun out and I am going to shoot a lot of holes in the door. If you are standing in front of the door, what can I tell ya? Some of the holes are gonna be in you. Ya catching my drift, Snake?”

Snake lets them in.

The pair open his case, and discover what was so important in there: $50,000.

Unfortunately, possessing $50,000 isn’t evidence of wrongdoing in and of itself, and Danny and Ray can’t make an arrest. Danny, having an idea, steps outside the apartment, onto the balcony, and makes an announcement to anyone in the neighborhood:

“This block is being designated a Neighborhood Watch Area. There’s a guy up here named Snake. He’s wearing garage-sale clothes and the top of his head looks like a parakeet. He also has FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS in small bills in a briefcase. As his neighbors, it is your responsibility to make sure there are no suspicious characters or evil perpetrators lurking in the area who would seek to do him harm. Again, FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS in small bills, tax free, in a briefcase right in this apartment. Which has a really cheeseball lock! You can bust your way in there, bop him on the head, take the money, nobody would know! So it’s UP TO YOU. Thanks a lot, have a good day.”

Snake, realizing the tough spot he has just been put in, punches Ray in the face so they have an excuse to book him.

While the pair take Snake to the station, they discover that the money in the briefcase belonged to Julio Gonzales. After a few stops, one at a funeral for Danny’s aunt and the other at the scene of an apparent rooftop jump, the pair take the criminal in.

While at the station, Danny’s ex-wife, Anna, comes in to give him some news: she’s getting remarried to a dentist. During this discussion, a lawyer comes in with a check for $40,000 for Danny, left to him by his deceased aunt. Danny is left, presumably, with a severe case of mood whiplash, as he still clearly has feelings for Anna, and is now saddled with quite a bit of cash.

At this point, the plot decides to get going.

See, as it turns out, the ‘suicide’ from earlier wasn’t quite what it seemed. For starters, the victim was a cop, and he didn’t die as a result of the jump. He was drowned first. And seeing as it’s pretty hard to die from jumping off a building after you’ve already died from drowning, the captain of the precinct puts Danny and Ray on the case to figure out who did the police officer in.

The pair decide to use Snake to get to the bottom of it, and convince him (via withholding all but $5,000 of his $50,000) to lead them to Gonzales, planning to get enough evidence to arrest him. Snake agrees, (again, reluctantly) and leads them to the meeting place, a cargo ship. While there, they discover that Gonzales is in possession of a box of Uzi machine guns. During the meeting, Snake pretends that he is in danger, and Danny and Ray rush in, only to be surrounded by Gonzales’s men. Gonzales announces that he plans to be the next godfather of Chicago, and has one of his lackeys shoot Snake. As the guns turn on Danny and Ray, two detectives, who have been serving undercover in Gonzales’s gang, announce their identities, and after an ensuing gunfight, arrest most of the gang except Gonzales himself. After another brief chase, Danny and Ray corner and arrest Gonzales and take him in, clearly expecting to be praised.

Back at the precinct, Captain Logan chews the pair of them out for busting the undercover operation and then needing to be rescued like rookies. He also orders them to go on vacation.

So, they do.

To Key West, Florida, to be exact.

While they’re there, during their Good Times Montage, Danny decides to quit the force, and convinces Ray to retire as well, so they can open a bar in Key West with the money left to him by his aunt. Ray agrees, and after their vacation, the pair return to Chicago to deliver their 30 day notice.

They also find out that Julio Gonzales is out of prison on bail.

Enraged, the two vow to not leave the force until after they put Gonzales away for good, and set off to find him, intending to be a little more careful this time. On top of that, however, Captain Logan has given them a new assignment: training their replacements before they go, the same two undercover officers from the previous bust.

After an incident involving Gonzales getting away again (This time with Danny and Ray’s pants), the duo are left empty handed (aside from Gonzales’s impounded car, which is towed after Ray spray-paints a no-parking zone around it).

This is probably what the captain is talking about when he tells the two cops they’re ‘training’ that he better not catch them doing anything like what Ray and Danny do.

Armed with a new and improved version of the beat-up car they’ve been driving, (including updates like bulletproof windows, which unfortunately do not roll down) Ray and Danny follow a tip from a criminal to where Gonzales is expecting a shipment of cocaine. When they get there, however, there are already police officers on the scene, who discover a packet of cocaine estimated to be worth $3 million. The credit for this find goes to the two undercover cops Ray and Danny are training, and the two are further irritated by the fact that Captain Logan is already treating them like they’re retired. As the pair head off, they are stopped by a drug agent, who has examined the cocaine and determined that it’s an inferior grade, and, in all likelihood, a decoy for the real shipment.

At this news, Danny and Ray immediately head off to try to find the real shipment, and when they see Gonzales meeting with a priest and nun at customs, they assume that the drugs must be in the area. Gonzales spots them and drives off, leaving the priest and nun at the platform. Ray and Danny, driving their police car disguised as a taxi, pick the two up and take off after Gonzales, leading to a chase scene on railroad tracks. In the chase, Gonzales’s vehicle is destroyed by an oncoming train, but he manages to get away. Danny and Ray are left with the priest and nun, who they suspect of smuggling drugs inside the ceramic containers within the suitcases they carry.

At first, they appear to be wrong. At the station, when no drugs are found within the containers, Danny and Ray apologize for being mistaken and the priest and nun are released. However, the two discover that while there are no drugs within the containers, the ceramic containers themselves are made of pressed cocaine. The partners get a new lead on Gonzales’s location, and head out for a stakeout.

Par the course for this film, this doesn’t go especially well either. Gonzales has arranged a trash compactor truck to meet them there and destroy their car (with them in it) if they refuse to return his drugs for a bribe, which, of course, they do.

The pair escape through the back window in the nick of time, but they’re too late. Gonzales is gone. The next day, Ray and Danny take Gonzales’s impounded car out in search for him, and later that day, Anna comes to Danny’s apartment to give him an insurance policy she found, and the two have an argument about Danny’s immaturity.

“You can’t be a kid your whole life, you’re gonna have to grow up!”

“Why? I don’t like grown ups.”

After their heated discussion, Anna leaves the building only to be kidnapped by Gonzales’s men, used as a hostage, offering a trade: Anna for the drugs. If Danny doesn’t comply, Anna will be killed.

Lucky guy that he is, Gonzales has just hit Danny’s Berserk Button.

“If you hurt that lady, you’ll never be dead enough.”

Danny agrees to the trade, and with Ray’s help, takes the drugs from the evidence room as they prepare to take Gonzales down. The plan shakes down like this:

Danny is going to enter the meeting place, the Illinois State Building, with the drugs while Ray sneaks in through the basement. The two plan to arrest Gonzales after the trade, rescuing Anna in the process.

Considering the way their plans have been going so far, it’s not far off to bet that things go wrong, and sure enough, it doesn’t quite go according to plan.

The only way up from the basement turns out to be the window washing rig, which compounds Ray’s job quite a bit. Meanwhile, during the trade, Gonzales orders one of his underlings to open fire on Danny and Anna, both in transparent elevators right next to one another. Danny orders Anna to drop to the floor and shoots the underling as Ray enters the building, hanging from the window washing rig. At the same time, the undercover cops the pair are training enter as well, and a shootout ensues, all set against the lovely backdrop of Christmas decorations.

Danny rescues Anna, taking her to safety before returning to the action. He and Ray take out Gonzales, even though there’s some contention over who fired the fatal shot, Anna and Danny lovingly reunite, and the two cops decide that Chicago still needs them, and not to retire after all.

Thus ends Running Scared, competently wrapping up loose ends with a happy finale for all on the right side of the law (except for maybe the dentist Anna was going to marry). If I were asking if this was a ‘competent’ ending, I would have nothing more to talk about.

But I’m not.

I’m asking if it’s a good ending.

Or indeed, a good movie in general.

Let’s start with that second one, actually.

Running Scared is chock full of cliches and tropes. From the angry police chief to the car getting destroyed, it merrily tromps through its plot, checking off traditional buddy-cop story devices one by one, except for the biggie: there is no conflict between the cops themselves. They are in total agreement in everything from procedure to their personal lives. There is no ‘real’ arguing, there is no distrust or rivalry. They are very close friends.

Does one subversion make for a good movie? No, not by itself. But the way this film emphasizes that subversion really does elevate it, in my opinion, to something special.

The story? Not that original. The setting? Eh, if you wanted a good look at Chicago, you could just as easily pop in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off or The Blues Brothers. The action? It’s the ‘80s. It was everywhere, and there were plenty of movies with more action than is found here.

In the case of Running Scared, the uniqueness of this film really comes from how the characters interact with the story, rather than the story itself. Specifically Danny, who the film seems to be a little more centered on, especially during that final act. Which seems kind of odd, considering the fact that on first glance, there really doesn’t seem to be that much character development for him, or anyone at all for that matter. But on a closer look, it’s a little different than that.

See, the interesting thing about Danny is that his life drives the plot. It’s his inheritance, his bar, his ex-wife that’s been kidnapped, and his immaturity that caused the split in the first place. Ray, as central and important as he is, mostly tags along and helps Danny out. When it comes to the actual story, it is Danny’s relationship with both Anna and Ray that brings everything together. It is his believable warm, easy chemistry with both characters that, in my opinion, puts this on a level comparable to, but different than, other buddy-cop films of the day.

Once again, at first it can seem like there’s no development in the movie, and after all, isn’t character development what can make or break a film?

Absolutely.

It’s not overt, but there is a subtle shift in Danny’s behavior throughout the film as he takes more and more responsibility for his actions, acting, as it were, a little more mature. While ending the film still largely a Deadpan Snarker Cowboy Cop (much like his partner), the kidnapping of Anna and her words to him before it happened change his attitude for the final act of the film. He takes the situation completely seriously, arguably for the first time in the movie, and demonstrates to Anna that he can be a grown-up, especially when it concerns people he cares about. Danny’s mildly Man-Child ways are brought up a few times in the film, about as consistently as the subplot involving his ex-wife who he clearly still cares for, his development is less about him becoming less of a wild-card cop than it is him taking responsibility and taking his job, and his life, a little more seriously. Is it pointed out? No, not really. In fact, you kinda have to squint to see it. The change is pretty subtle, and it’s a little rushed, as it takes place during the equally rushed last act of the film. ��For all of its good points, the movie does have a tad of a pacing problem towards the end.

However, it does make a difference. At the end of the story, the characters decide not to retire, to continue protecting the city. That wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying an ending as it is had it not been for the slight changes in the protagonist, notably Danny (whose idea it was in the first place) and his increase in maturity. Also more satisfying as a result is his reconciliation with Anna, again, not as effective if it wasn’t for the actual display of responsibility.

Back to our questions.

Is Running Scared a good movie, and does it have a good, satisfactory ending?

Very simply: Yes, to both.

Is it great? No. It’s by no means a work of art, but it’s not really supposed to be. It’s supposed to be a funny buddy-cop movie, and at that, it very much succeeds. It gives us some likable characters, a competent story, and enough chemistry and laughs to more than make up for the heap of (not inherently bad) cliches that fill the script. In some ways, it’s very much a standard buddy-cop film. In others, it’s just a little different, making for a combination that sets this film a little apart from the rest.

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed it, stay tuned for more articles on some of the other facets that make up Running Scared, and don’t forget that my ask box is always open for discussion, suggestion, question, or conversation. I hope to see you in the next article.

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Sharp Teeth and Sharp Wit

What are we having tonight? Underfell!Sans x Reader!

Appetizer: HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY @letsallbecalmchaps !!!! You’re the most SPECIALEST person with the username letsallbecalmchaps EVER!!! Thanks for being the RADEST and I hope you had lots of cake! <3

Main Course: You quite literally run into a pretty funny skeleton.

Dessert: It’s all PG here, maybe PG 13 for innuendos? Eh, not really.

This was it. This was the day you’ve been waiting for for months.

And you were late!

Earlier this year, you had been casually streaming the internet (as you always do) when you came upon a certain trailer that caught your eye...

ArachnaMan! One of your long time favorite superheros was getting a movie! And by one of your favorite directors, no less! You couldn’t have been more stoked!

And so you prepared, watching every bit of information that came out about the movie, watching fantheories and others debunking said theories, rereading some of your favorite comics of the hero of spiders. To say you geeked out would’ve been a bit of an understatement, but who could blame you?

Finally, the day came where you could finally watch the masterpiece... and you were late, of course. Only you could manage to be tardy on a movie you were looking forward to for months. But, to be fair, you were pretty sure the universe was working against you on this one. Friends needed to be consoled, traffic was redirected a few too many times, and you had to stop by the convenience store to pick up some snacks and drinks you “subtly” stowed away in you bag. Movie theatre snacks weren’t cheap.

So there you were, rushing to the movie theatre’s ticket booth like your mother had just called to tell you she was having a baby and you were the only one who could deliver it. Of course, when you reached it, the poor theatre employee looked like she was about to have a heart attack for you.

You almost fell onto the counter as you leaned your weight into it, your breath as heavy as lead. “-PANT PANT- One... -PANT- ... Ticket for ArachnaMan -PANT- please?” You swallowed, before wearily handing her a twenty.

“Uh...” The attendant’s eyes didn’t leave your withering form as she punched the numbers into her computer and printed the ticket. “Here. Should just be theatre nine.”

“-PANT- Thanks... Keep the change...” You said, regaining your breath, as you grabbed the ticket and ran inside.

Rushing past the concession stand, you looked back over the ticket.

“Okay, okay, I still got this. Ten minutes late, I probably just missed the previews. Theatre nine...” You looked at the ticket and the numbers above each theatre. “I should just have to take a right and-!!”

Before you knew it, you turned around and felt a shocking chill collapse down your shirt.

“Gah!” You instinctively brought your hands to your chest, trying to bring what little warmth you had left back onto your now sweet soda covered shirt.

“ay!” A low voice rumbled. “watch where ya goin’, princess!”

You looked up from your soaked clothes to see a... skeleton. Huh, not a very common type of monster, right? You would’ve question his edgy clothing style, Brooklyn accent, or even his crimson eyelights if you weren’t so off put by his strikingly sharp teeth. Man, those things were like shark teeth, they looked like they could tear a chunk out of your flesh! Maybe it was supposed to be threatening? You don’t know, it was kinda hard to see him as a threat when he was almost a head shorter than you...

“well, are ya just gonna stare all day er are ya gonna apologize?”

You snapped out of your daze, before you remembered you just rammed into this guy. “Oh, sorry! I was in a bit of a hurry! Here,” Before the short skeleton could gripe back at you anymore, you reached into your bag and pulled out a bottled soft drink. “This should make up for it?”

The skeleton took the bottle, looking at it quizzically, before those red eyelights traveled back up to you. It felt like he was reading you... it made you a bit uncomfortable. But soon, his scowl melted into a smooth, easygoing grin, taking a bit of the edge off of his edgy teeth.

“and so it has.” He simple mused, his eyelights scrolling your body once again. “where are you headed off ta, sweetcheeks?”

“Well, actually I was running a bit late...” You pointed to the theatres, absentmindedly. “I’m actually trying to find theatre nine, you wouldn’t happen to- ...”

When you looked back, you couldn’t help but notice the skeleton was staring straight at your chest. Honestly, you would’ve been a bit offended... if you hadn’t looked down and notice that the previously spilled soda was making your shirt see through.

“Ack-!” You quickly covered your chest with your arms, your ears burning with embarrassment, something that only made the skeleton snicker. “I -uhm-... Where’s the bathroom?”

“right down the hall, take a left.”

“Thank you!” You called, before rushing towards his directions. Ah geez, another thing the universe put in your way to keep you from watching this movie. You began to wonder if maybe it was fate? Maybe this movie was actually really bad, and the universe was trying to save you from getting disappointed?

Well, maybe the universe needs to mind it’s own business.

When you reached the bathroom, you striped your shirt off and threw it under the sink. Might as well try and keep it from staining while you're here right? Luckily, the soda washed right out, and you were able to put it under the hand dryer to make it less transparent. After a little while though, you grew a bit impatient and began dabbing it with paper towels.

There, it may have not been completely dry, but it was no longer showcasing your bra and that was all you needed. You threw it on, before looking at the time.

Okay, so now you were twenty minutes late. No big deal? You probably didn’t miss anything still? Like more previews??

You pushed your denial aside, and set out for theatre nine.

Goodnews, you were easily able to find it. Who knew, it was right next to theatre eight? Badnews, you walked in and every seat was taken. Every. Seat. You had no idea the theatre would’ve filled up so fast! But how were you going to watch it if-!

Oh, there was a seat! In the back... right next to your favorite shark-teeth baring skeleton.

Well, let’s just hope this isn’t too awkward.

You shuffled your way past the large groups of people, almost tripping on a couple, before you took your seat in the back. There, the skeleton greeted you with a sly grin.

“a little late to the party, sweetcheeks.” He said, just below a whisper.

You shuffled around a bit, before you looked up to the screen. You breathed a sigh of relief. It had only just started.

“I didn’t miss much.” You smiled.

“yeah, i didn’t miss much, either.”

You turned to him, confused over what he meant, before the realization hit you as he threw you a wink. You immediately swiped your head back to the screen, melting into your seat and ignoring the way he was chuckling at your blush.

But your heated complexion began to cool as the movie continued on. The action scenes were amazing, and the characters were very real and believable! You could definitely see people like that who you knew in real life, which made it all the more fun! The effects were astounding, and the villain was actually very likable! You began to wish to see more of him... Until...

“oh no, it’s birdman.” You heard the monster beside you mutter under his breath. “look out, he might die of old age and fall on you.”

Okay, that was funny.

“PFFT-!!” You choked on your chocolate raisin, startling everyone around you as you coughed to clear your lungs. But by the end of it, you were almost shaking trying to keep in your laughter. When you looked beside you, the skeleton looked surprised by your sudden outburst, before a genuine smile plastered on his face.

“if i’m scared of anything, it’s that kid’s diabetes being contagious.”

“that’s the girl he likes? i’ve had more interesting conversations with styrofoam.”

“steelman reminds me of my dad, mostly nonpresent and a complete waste of an addition to this movie.”

The skeleton littered comments like these throughout the entire movie, just gauging to get a reaction out of you. And so he did, and you used every last bit of your willpower you had left to keep from busting out in roaring laughter. The comments were so funny, you had a hard time actually paying attention to the movie! And what was even worse was that because of your muffled laughter, the movie was ruined for the people around you and you were 90% sure they all hated you for it.

It was then when you realized what the universe was trying to protect you from. It was this skeleton and his awful humor. You should’ve just waited for the later showing.

By the time the movie was over, you weren’t even going to wait for the ending credit scene. You’d just look it up online like a pirate or something.

When you finally made it out of the suffocating theatre, you busted out in laughter. “Pfft! Hahahaha! Oh my gosh!!”

The skeleton was quick behind your heels, leaning toward you with a half smirk-half genuine smile on his face. Huh, he didn’t want to stay for the ending scene either? “heheh... you liked the movie?”

“Haha! You are the worst!” You said, in between laughter. “Oh my gosh, and the one with ArachnaMan being-! Pssh!- Hahaha!”

“nerd had it comin’.” The monster shrugged, and you shoved him lightly.

“Oh my goodness, I can’t believe you ruined that for me!” You opened the door to the exit, and he followed in step. “I have been waiting for that movie for months, and now I can never look at it the same way again!”

“hey, i didn’t ruin it!” He mocked being offended. “i just shed a more comedic light on the movie.”

You laughed at his wit, which only made him light up more. “Ha! A more comedic light?”

He shrugged again, “what do ya expect from me?”

“An apology.” You crossed your arms, a smile playing on your features as you walked the sidewalk. “For ruining my movie and almost ruining my shirt.”

“an apology?” The skeleton laughed. “you ran into me, doll. besides, if you hadn’t, you wouldn’t have been able to sit next to me and listen to my terrific humor.”

“Your right! How could I have been so blind!” Oh gasped in mock surprise, lifting two fingers and turning to him. “I should get two apologies for that!”

The skeleton laughed again, raking a hand over his face before his eyelights rolled back to you with amusement. “hahahehe! you’re a weird one, sweetcheeks-”

But before your conversation could continue any further, a sharp voice interrupted your fun. “Hey! You!”

You jumped at this, turning around only to see a striped scarf wearing monster stomp towards you. “Uh, yes?” You asked.

“You ruined the entire movie for me and my girlfriend!” You flinched at his tone. “You were laughing the entire time! What was so funny that you had to ruin it for the rest of us!?”

“Oh, geez...” You scratched the back of your head. “Sorry, man.... I really didn’t mean to upset-”

“You didn’t mean to upset me?!” He continued you to rampage, hurting your ears. You winced at this, casually rubbing your now sore ears. “Are you even listening to me?!”

“oy. back off, buddy.” You were surprised to see the skeleton standing up for you. He didn’t seem the type. “she said she was sorry, so she’s sorry. do you need a written apology?”

This only seemed to enrage the monster further, “And who are you?! Were you the one who was whispering to her the entire time?! I bet you think your a funny guy, don’t you!? Well, you’re not funny! You’re just a nobody who decided to jerk around the entire movie and ruin it for the rest of us!”

At this, the skeleton’s eyelights went out. How curious? But before you could react, the skeleton’s features melted into calm expression.

“sweetheart...” He said, cooly, his sharp teeth smoothing into a relaxed smile. “why don’t you take a couple steps back while I talk some sense into this guy?”

You did as he asked. Despite his calm attitude, you felt even more unnerved by his coolness than if he were to get mad.

“Hey! Don’t talk to me like-!!” The monster promptly paled when the skeleton grabbed a hold of his arm and started dragging him behind the corner of a building. “What?! Let go of me!!”

You leaned forward a bit, trying to hear what was going on, but did not dare to move from your spot.

“What the heck, man?!” The monster’s biting voice shrilled. “What do you think you’re- !!”

THWACK!

After a couple of seconds, the skeleton returned, his relaxed grin still in place.

“...What was that?” You eyed him, suspiciously.

“eh, i just gave him a little talkin’ too, s’all.” He shrugged. “i’d drop it, doll.”

“But that didn’t sound like-”

“i said drop it, doll.”

You scrunched your face up, annoyed at his display of dominance, before leaning down to his eye level. He gave you an unamused expression, before you voiced, “Are you sure you didn’t... rattle his bones?”

He looked at you shocked for a second, before he erupted with laughter.

You smiled, straightening. “Tibia honest, it was a bit worrying. Didn’t think you’d make it out alive, but then I remembered you weren’t alive to begin with.”

“hahahaha! heheheh-! oh my stars, kid, you’re an idiot!”

“It’s only fair that I ruin your bad bones moment, since you ruined my movie!” You laughed with him.

Just as your skeletal friend had finished laughing, you had reached your car. You wondered why he followed you all the way over here, but didn’t put too much thought into it.

“Welp, this is my stop.” You leaned on your car. “So do you have a name, your are you just going to be that one guy who ruined the ArachnaMan movie for me?”

The skeleton wiped a nonexistent tear from his eye. “hehe... it’s sans. sans the skeleton.”

“Really? I thought you were a horse.”

“shut up, sweetheart.” He said, light heartedly. “you haven’t even given me yours.”

“It’s...” You took a second to think, before you pulled out a pen and paper out of your bag. Sans looked to you, curiously, before you handed him the piece of paper. “Y/n. You should call me sometime. Maybe you can ruin a couple more movies for me.”

To your surprise, Sans seemed to literally change color at this. What a strange and soft shade of scarlet. “ah -heheh-... sure, uh, sure thing, doll.”

You snorted at this, “What, no witty comment? You leave me disappointed, Sans!”

Sans replied by showcasing his ever so sharp teeth in a wide grin and said, “well, i can’t blow all my good jokes in one day.”

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unit8amg · 5 years

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Final Evaluation

Context

This project was just a big experiment on my end just to know what I'm actually capable of doing and it turned out to be my best “still” piece by far. The purpose of my work in the creative industry was firstly just to be used in a cinematic trailer for a game but now that I've expanded the model and made it possible for anyone to download, it can truly be used for anything in the world. The model, however, is quite big; if you're counting it by polygons, mainly because of the hair as each of the strands, are a 3d object in the triangular pattern with means it has 3 sides for each strand which is made up of 4 sided polygons, so, for example, just the front portion of the hair, it has 10000 strands and 15 segments, 3x15=45x10,000=450,000x15=6,750,000 polygons, and that's just one section of the hair. What I'm trying to say is that it's extremely tasking on the computer to simulate all of them one by one that's why I disabled it for the project, if they want, they can always enable it.

At first, I didn't know how to do most of this stuff but with enough time and experimenting, I was able to create this peace. for example, it was my first time; doing sculpting, using hair, creating garments (marvelous designer), and using substance painter for more than just applying a bunch of materials and calling it a day. Now that I know all these things, I feel like I can make a piece that is 10x better and that is what I will try and work on in summer. So when I do, I will focus on improving the eyes especially as I feel like that is what was lacking in this project. The eyes did not look as real as I hoped and the look of the makeup was also quite mediocre and I should have researched the look of it a bit more. The next piece I'm thinking of only creating the bust to create a headshot of the subject. it will follow up with the same theme which was cyberpunk/sci-fi, however, this time go into much more detail.

Research

I think I've done lots of research and from that was able to create this piece. I had lots of varying sources of research (which are in my bibliography) ranging from the look of the skin, clothes, weapons, lighting, style, etc.

I'm gonna be honest, I could've done a lot more sketched but I already had the whole idea planned out in my head and just wanted to get to work as it would have taken some time to draw literally everything I was thinking of for this project (which was a lot). the ones I do actually have aren't really too much of use other than the arm anatomy experiments and the swords. I did add them in my final project it's just that I didn't create a mock object for each of those drawings as it would've taken way too much time.

Currently, for my research I use; Twitter, Behance, Artstation, and Pinterest as I think it has the most varying sources on the web. I don't think I would change the way I research as it worked completely fine on this project, however, I would maybe look into more websites that are like that or something along those lines. Having multiple websites for research is a huge bonus as it allows you to get things that the other websites don't have, as Artstation and Behance are art oriented. while Pinterest is just a plethora of a little bit of everything.

Problem-solving

I had a handful of problems while creating my project. my first problem was that I didn't like how my 3 weeks of work went, this resulted in me scrapping everything and starting again. I had another hiccup when my hair decided to bug out and completely break resulting in me having to completely redo it. I'm not angry about it as the new hair came out better than the previous pair I had. Then I had many less crucial bugs that I had to tackle like the UV mapping for the clothes was not working as it made all of it transparent which I had to fix by manually selecting areas I wanted to be that transparent pattern. This was an important addition as I didn't want the clothing to be completely bland. I wanted it to have some real-world characteristics which I was able to achieve by adding branding, the branding I used was Nike. I've had another problem with the skin of my character. at first, it looked oily and unnatural. I fixed it by altering the roughness and specular maps to be a bit more contrast between the blacks and whites. this helped it to bring out a little more detail in the groves for the skin and the bumps used on top. I think the lighting had a play in it as well, so I changed my environments HDRI and created some light sources to give highlights on more important areas like the side of the cheek, the eyes, and the rim light for more highlights on the hair and show off the translucency I created for it and the skin, you can see this because the tips of the hair are white and the ear is red due to the Subsurface scattering.

I think I learned many things due to these problems and how I can now deal with them, I now know how to deal with skin, hair and clothing if they break. This ensures me to have fewer errors and a more straight forward workflow. To fix these I will now know that I cant add extra geometry to the object with area selection as that breaks the math, ill know that the skin needs more contrasting textures and that I need to incorporate my alphas (transparency) within them.

Planning and production

I think my planning was decent, I had a mood board for each subject if it was, for example, the sword, character look or, an overall style of the composition. It was enough to get the whole idea of the model I was making which in the end looked like I wanted. to be honest, looking at it now I would've changed some bits like the eye makeup and some adjustments to the eyebrows as they currently look like they're a bit too low to be realistic, it was a bit of a pain to work on it as the scene was quite laggy and my selection brush was not properly selecting object faces.

I would do a lot of things differently in my future projects like having a more efficient workflow for the hair, this would mean using the symmetry tool on it so it would be easier to control and manipulate because then you only need to focus on one side of the head and perfect that as it will then result on the other side too. I would also try and work on the clothing a bit more as I've only got the basics down right at this moment. considering ill be doing the same style for my next project I will try a bit harder to create a more cyberpunk feel as this one right now only gives off a small amount of that. In that case, I will try and go a bit more overboard with all the tech and create something more interesting.

Practical skills

I have learned “soooo” many new things during this project if it was, for example, marvelous designer or substance painter. It was something completely different than to what I was accustomed to, I'm used to creating visual moving environments but I decided to change some things up and create a modelled character. because of this, I'm now more comfortable using the new tools in my disposal for any other project I create, and you can trust me, I will.

A lot of things went into this project, things that took me years to learn, and things that took me weeks, I other words, I've still got far to go into perfecting all these new tools. That's why I'm doing a new project in a week or two. I want to also learn more advanced and hard surface modelling for more tech-oriented things like futuristic goggles or what not.

Evaluation

I evaluated my work as much as I could while also including as much detail as I could. I don't want to talk about something that wasn't relevant to the post so I included only the important parts. I could add more text but I feel like it’s unnecessary.

I try and describe the things I'm talking about so people would have at least some understanding of what my process was. for example, the process of the software I was using or the way I did something to achieve my outcome.

Presentation

My blog is decently structured but even if it wasn't there would be any way to change it so I would have to delete my posts and add them again which is quite annoying. That's why I want to and will present my work on Behance as I have a lot more freedom to personalise the look and feel of the project.

I'm going to continue using Behance for my final pieces and I guess I'm going to work on when and how I post my posts because as of now some of them don't really line up in my timeline as I had posts waiting to be done as drafts which then result in me not being able to post them in time as I have other things I have to post as well.

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nightmareduskie · 7 years

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A Soul’s Power (Part Three)

Summary: Y/N is a hunter and is friends with Dean and Sam. But one day she joins a hunt with them and find something interesting. A man with wings! How is this possible? How can she see them? Soon enough, she finds out she can see other things too. What makes her see these things? What makes her so special? Characters: Sam, Dean, ugly ass demonz Pairings: Future Gabriel x reader Warnings: Swearing, gross stuff, I guess that’s it.

Word Count: 1500~ (listen, I’ll never really know the true amount)

Part One. Part Two. READ THESE FIRST NOOBS!!! :P

A/N: Here’s part three. Which was supposed to be part of part two, but this part is more exciting.Expect Part Four next week. I am a busy lady. Enjoy! ~Hollifer

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It didn't take long to pick a quick diner to eat at. Of course, I took shot gun from Sam. We didn't talk much on the ride. All I could think about is the missed opportunity to catch a glimpse at this man again. I had to admit, it was starting to become a bit obsessive. But I had to know what he was. Who he was. Just anything. It's something that no one else has ever seen. And only I saw it for what it was. Dean, Sam, Bobby... none of them saw it. If I confronted him, maybe I'd learn something about me. What made me see what they couldn't?

“Y/N,” I felt Sam's large hand at my shoulder, “Don't worry to much about it. You're a great hunter. The trickster... well... he's just... tricky.” Sam awkwardly offered.

“Wow!” Dean laughed with coated sarcasm, “I'd be damned if I thought of a better description for the trickster.”

I laughed and offered a small smile to Sam. He was always so sweet. Definitely the more emotional one, but he was the guy to talk to if you needed to get a load off. “Thanks.” I said, cracking the door of the Impala open. Sam and Dean followed my lead.

As always, Dean was the first to bust his ass through the door for some food. Sam and I soon after. But stepping through the doors gave me a sharp shiver and made me stop in my tracks. I glanced around my surroundings looking for what would cause this sudden instinctual reaction. A light smog surrounded a couple of the waiters and waitresses. And then I came face to face with the waiter handling us.

“Table for three?” They said. I gasped loudly at what I saw. Behind the waiter's face... was another face. A face that was there but almost wasn't. A bit transparent. But this face didn't look like an alive person's face. No, it was quite the opposite of a pump, flesh colored person's face. The face was that of a corpse, almost like the body was burned. It's skin was gray. Wrinkles giving it a traditional Chinese dragon looking appearance; just super not cute. Very grotesque. Some of it's gray flesh had been torn away from the side of it's scalp. Messy, frail, thin dark hair was caught into the bloody flesh that was left over from what had been torn off. It looked almost like a zombie, just much more menacing. It held itself as if it was the king of the universe. It smiled and it was reflected onto the human's face; showing it's control over the human's body. The waiter's teeth being clean and white. The face's teeth being jagged, yellow, and ever so slightly pointed at the ends. A slight odor of death came off of it as well. That light smog, which was more like dust, was surrounding this man's body. As it was for the other three waiters. His eyes were pitch black. It was ugly. It was unreal. I wasn't even sure if it was a man or a woman. The rest of it's body was also fairly human-like. But aged like it was sitting in a coffin after being burned for years. I almost gagged but mostly from the scent. And for some reason, I knew and I accepted that this was a demon's true face.

My sudden outburst caused Dean and Sam to turn and look at me with confused faces. I had to get over my shock and disgust and get them out. There was no way we could take four demons right now. I glanced over the other demons who all looked similar but still had different varieties of hair, gray skin colors, scars, and body types. It's too much. I had to get them out. And really had to get myself out to breathe and grasp what I just saw.

“I forgot- I-,” I stammered, grabbing the boy's arms, “Car!” I pulled them out of the diner as fast as I could drag two full grown men who were beating me with questions. “Get in the car!” I hissed at both of them. Which made them shut their mouths and obey. I opened the door and literally just fell into the car seat.

“Y/N, what the fuck is going on?” Dean breathed, seeing the fear in my eyes. I couldn't breathe a second ago. Breathing, I looked between both of them. I tried to find words but I couldn't find a single word. I had barely even a second to think about all this! How is this possible? Was it related to the trickster and his wings? Does that mean I could see any wings if someone had them? Angels? Demons? It's all real now. Angels... I can't deny that the trickster is actually an angel. If faces like demons exist, then the soft, beautiful appearance of the trickster means angels do to. My mind was racing a million miles a second. My anxiety, my fear, my confusion, my realization... all of it just overwhelming me.

“Y/N!” Sam shook my shoulder firmly but still soft, “What's going on? You're freaking us out!”

“The faces...” I managed to get out, trying to work out my thoughts.

“Faces?” Dean and Sam looked at each other with confusion as Dean spoke.

“The waiters. Their faces,” I started to come back to reality. Sam's hand offer comfort as he lightly pat my head. He used to do this after Bobby found me after my parents had been murdered. I was scared and anxious for awhile after what had happened. The fear of not knowing what happened was the most unsettling part for me as a kid. And still is today. Sam always took care of me best he could when it came down to my trauma with my parents. I breathed out slowly, “They're demons.”

“Demons?” Sam seemed more curious now, “How?”

“I saw their true faces,” I frowned looking at both of them. They both started to look worried. “They... look like corpses. Their eyes are black. So disgusting.” I paced myself trying to describe what I saw. Dean and Sam exchanged a glance of amazement. Which in turn made Dean look back at me with a more stern face. He needed more answers and more proof, as usual.

“Yeah, but how do you see the faces? They look like people to me.” Dean, always a skeptic.

“It's like a face faded behind another face. I don't know. It's hard to describe,” I sighed, fidgeting with my hair, “I'm... not sure how I see these things. Trust me, I'm just as confused. I feel traumatized. You just gotta trust me on this.” Dean sat back in his seat and stared out the windshield. Probably also trying to grasp this concept as well.

“You looked pretty traumatized there for a good couple minutes,” Sam offered an arm rub. It was good to know they looked out for me and trusted me. Sam especially with his psychic thing he's been going through. They both don't talk much about it to me. I heard it was demon related possibly. Dean didn't like him using the psychic stuff because of that reason. I wondered if the fact I saw demons made him anxious about my situation too. I'm sure they all had their secrets about this and that and I definitely wasn't ready to drop the angel bomb yet. I can only imagine just telling them that I thought I saw an angel. Dean wouldn't believe it for a second. Sam would be easier to convince but it's still far-fetched. Even I was still coping with that.

“Well,” Dean turned to look at us, “Game plan: wait it out until the civilians are out of the place. Night time, obviously. And we go in there and give 'em an old fashion exorcism. That's all we can do. I got a good amount of holy water in the trunk.”

“Right,” Sam eyed me carefully, wondering if I needed more time to deal with what was going on.

“Good plan,” I said with a smile. I wasn't gonna let this change everything. If anything, it's a good thing. I can be a better help. I can spot the demons now. My usefulness as a hunter went up pretty high.

“We have our secret weapon now,” Dean playfully punched my arm and smiled, “Our very own Y/N demon radar detector.”

This was enough to relax Sam out of his concern. However he still seemed tense. Maybe because Dean wasn't a fan of things that weren't “human” or “natural”. Either way, this was a plus. There was no freaky side-effects. I just saw things for what they were. I was probably always like this. I'm no different now.

As the plan, we waited until nighttime and raided the four members of staff who I pointed out as demons. We exorcised them and thankfully didn't harm the lives of the humans they possessed. I watched the demons faces as they were exorcised. Pain, and fear crossed their features until they just vanished. I had to give demons props though, they sure knew how to shit talk about how tough they are and how they'll come back, all through scared, ugly faces. And with that, we went back to the hotel room. I spent the night and carried on the next day. The boys offered me some supplies to take on my trip. They practically begged me to stay but I told them I had to take care of some things of my own. And that wasn't a lie. I had to find the trickster; the angel. There were a lot of unanswered questions and who better to answer them than an angel.

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