#normie tags sorry i need to see if they work

[organdenial]

commission for @pinnipalms ‼️🔨💥

#emulation.gone #2024.zip #furry art #sfw furry #ummmmmm #commission #anthro wolf #poc artist #normie tags sorry i need to see if they work

[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 7

Tagging: @ophelialaufey @madamemaximoff06 @forever-not-gonna-sink @ajmiila02 @liquidsmoothdomme @shady-the-simp

"Sorry, we're closed." Y/n's exhausted voice came through the phone and Oystein smiled.

"I know you're closed, I was kind of hoping you were also cleaning up alone so I could talk to you for a few minutes." There was a brief paused like she was trying to figure out who she was talking to.

"Oystein?" She said his name making him smirk.

"Since you haven't decided to use my number, I figured I would call the only number I have committed to memory." Her laugh came through softly.

"You have an unhealthy addiction to Hammed's cooking." She let out a sigh like she had just sat down.

"Yeah the food and the immaculate service." He teased leaning back in his chair comfortably.

"What are you calling for? I mean, if you wanted to chat you know you could just wait a few hours and we'll be reopening. Don't think you get special after hours food delivery just because you're our best customer." Y/n joked.

"No no I just wanted to let you know that Pelle got his stitches today. We had to lie to the nurse so she wouldn't commit him but he's all stitches up and Hellhammer and I are making sure to hold him down to put the antibiotic shit on it, which he's also super pissed about." Oystein explained.

"I just wanted you to know he was doing fine." Oystein cleared his throat. He didn't like that Y/n was upset at him or anything that really involved him. He knew he couldn't control Pelle's strange ways but having that in her face was his fault since he picked the place to eat.

"Thank you for letting me know. I'm glad he got it taken care of much to his chaotic disdain." Y/n sounded relieved.

"I also wanted to make sure before I put in a grocery order that you would be okay with coming back out here for a delivery. I know this isn't really the nicest place, specifically now but we're in desperate need of a few things and we've got a show coming up so we're living on gas station food." Oystein knew that he had been at his parents just recently but he wanted to see Y/n. He wanted her to come to him so he could talk to her, be in her presence, anything just to be around her.

"Why would you think I wouldn't bring you groceries? I've delivered there before." Y/n seemed confused.

"Well because you bailed out the last time you were here. I didn't know if it was because the place is gross of just the debauchery that was occurring." Oystein looked around and noticed how absolutely wrecked the place had gotten in the short time they had lived there. Having parties almost every night probably didn't help.

"I didn't leave because of the place. I left because you seemed wrapped up with your groupies. I don't really know any of your friends well enough to hang out while you knock down a wait list of women." Y/n explained making Oystein confused.

"What are you talking about? I didn't hook up with anyone that night. I don't have any groupies." Oystein defended but Y/n laughed.

"You're the lead guitarist of a band Oystein. You've got groupies whether you want to admit it or not. I'm not judging you. You can fuck who you want." Oystein didn't like this narrative, especially since the only person he wanted to fuck was her.

"It's not like that-"

"Oystein...please don't act like I'm some naive normie. I know how those parties work. I dated a drummer once. Hanging out at a giant orgy's isn't really my scene." Y/n didn't seem upset about it but that night she would be a liar if she didn't say it upset her to see so many women flocking to him.

"Y/n...if you come to one of these parties you claim to hate so much, I can guarantee you would have a good time." Y/n laughed.

"Oh yeah? Why is that?" Oystein sat up hearing her disbelief.

"Because I would spend every minute with you, in my room, fucking you until you begged me to stop." Y/n felt herself blush and was glad no one else was in the restaurant.

"Y-yeah? I'm not much for sharing." She tried to play it cool.

"Neither am I." Oystein said confidently.

"I'll bring the groceries by but I make no promises beyond that." Y/n felt the back of her neck heating up.

"That sounds like a deal. You should also consider calling me sometime. I like to hear your voice." Oystein added.

"I technically did call the night of your show, I just didn't leave a message on the voicemail. I didn't realize the number you gave was a community house number." Y/n admitted hearing a sigh.

"You're going to make me get my own phone just to talk to you?" Oystein teased.

"No! I just...I don't want to call and talk to your band or whoever might be lingering around there." She laughed.

"I'll see what I can do about figuring a way for you to be more comfortable with calling." Oystein promised.

"You really don't have to do that." She pressed.

"If I want to talk to you whenever I want, I guess I'm going to have to." Oystein laughed. Y/n was so surprised by his dedication.

"Why do you want to talk to me so badly? You see me almost every day." She asked genuinely curious.

"Because there is no one else I'd rather talk to." Oystein had no problem admitting that. Next to music, the only thing that stayed on his brain was Y/n. He wanted to incorporate her into his life as much as possible. He just had to make her comfortable with his lifestyle first.

"Goodnight Y/n. Get home safe." Oystein added.

"Goodnight Oystein. I'll see you tomorrow." He could hear her smile through the phone and when he put it on the hook he smiled himself. Taking his glass off and chewing on his thumbnail. He felt like an idiot being so caught up on someone but she was worth it.

#R!Euronymous #R!Euronymous x Y/N #Film: Lords of Chaos #One Shot Series #Alkaline series #Alkaline #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #7/35

[lemonmeringueprincess]

Tyler Galpin x Normie!Reader Aesthetic Board

Looking out from the window of Weathervane coffee shop while resting my head on my palm, I look at the passersby, a mixture of Nevermore students in their purple stripe uniforms, ‘normie’ students and people going about their business. I return my gaze to the glaring screen and heave a sigh.  If only I hadn’t stopped working on the assignment last night, I wouldn’t have to sit long hours on my butt at Weathervane to get this done. I need to get this done today, reaching out for my cup and as I am about to take a sip, I notice that it is empty. Thank God I brought my water bottle with me because I hate making conversations when I’m feeling stressed out. As I am tucking the piece of hair behind my ear, which does absolutely nothing to prevent it from falling, and typing my assignments away, I notice a shadow, out of the corner of my eyes, approaching and eventually cease. The smell of jasmine tea and cinnamon hit my nostril. I look up from my work and realise that the Barista, the name tag reads ‘Tyler’, comes up to me with a cup of steaming tea and a plate of cinnamon roll. He must have delivered the order to the wrong person.

“Uhh... Hey …”

“Oh… uhm… Hi. I am pretty sure I didn’t order a cinnamon roll and a refill.”

“You’re right. Actually, these are for you. A sweet treat for the sweetest girl in the room.” I chuckle lightly and hide my blushing face behind my palms. I don’t get compliments very often and I don’t know how to react. Hearing someone say that to me makes me shy and giddy at the same time.

“I saw you’ve been sitting there for hours, and you look so stressed out with whatever you are doing. I just feel bad for you, and I notice your cup is empty.” Tyler says while replacing the empty cup with the new cup of tea and the cinnamon roll on the table.

“And I don’t normally see a Nevermore student doing their homework here- “

“Oh… I don’t go to Nevermore. I am actually a normie and go to normie school. Ha... there’s nothing extra about me, just a boring ol’ normie doing her normie assignment…but I do hang out with Nevermore kids.”

If only she knew what I am – Tyler tells himself.

“I thought I saw you with Enid coming out of the bookstore across the other day. So, I assumed you’re one of them.”

“You’re right! We went to check out this book that’s just been released. We bond over books and pop cultures, I guess those are what bring us together. But how do you know Enid?”

“Her friend, Wednesday, is a regular here and Enid often tags along. Guess that’s how I know her. Sorry for stalling you, I’ll let you finish your thing” Tyler leaves with the empty cup and returns to the counter.

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While striding towards the counter, Tyler tries to control his breath and grips the empty cup and nearly breaks it as he’s trying to contain from the sweet intoxicating smell that almost wakes his primal Hyde and goes feral.  The sweet saccharine scent etches on his mind. The Hyde drives him to become obsessive towards her and determines to chase and hunt her down. Then mark her as his, to compensate the loss in his life. His innocent persona slowly darkens and morphs into that of a predator observing and preying. Let the chase begins.

#tyler galpin #tyler galpin x #tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin x oc #tyler galpin x you #hyde #wednesday #wednesday addams #hunter doohan #hunter doohan x reader #aesthetic #aesthetic moodboard #character moodboard #moodboard #aesthetic board #wednesday addam #tyler galpin imagine #tyler galpin fanfic

[real-total-drama-takes]

Not sorry to bring scepterno up again since you guys still insist on supporting and idolizing them within this community for some reason. but if anyone is still, for some god-forsaken reason, unconvinced that scepterno is a freak, then glance at their twitter @/m0n_mon_.

I literally just opened their account at the moment and the First thing i see, without even having to scroll (no exaggeration.) is this:

"have i really become so palatable that normies are follwing me…….oughr… psychic damage… i have to tweet about oyabu getting sexually assaulted by bandits to ward them off…"

I'm automatically going to assume that anyone still supporting any of their work is a single-celled organism. shame is apparently not a thing anymore. Also saying ahead of time that the "separate the art from artist!1!" mentality is extremely creepy. you are actively supporting them by liking, sharing, and even sending asks to them. It wouldn't take a toddler to figure out why this is disgusting lmfao.

Anyway mod courtney you should probably put a massive TW in the tags if necessary because their twitter also contains sexualization of kids & romanticization of rape but at the same time people need to know about this and the fact that there are still people deliberately choosing to ignore it is insane. Personally i think we should shun everyone in this community who willingly supports them while also knowing they're "problematic" who's with me!

Hesitant to put a TW in the tags because i feel it’s necessary for ppl to know who in the fandom is a freak, especially minors. Thank you for sharing

#BIG TW FOR TWITTER LINK #fandom takes #scepterno

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

Hi! Longtime reader and first-time requester here, and first let me just say that it's so awesome that you're keeping the Marilyn/Laurel tags alive with your fics! You're seriously the best, she's so criminally underrated in the fandom and I'm glad she's still getting some love! ;w;

Can I request a Laurel X Telekinetic-Teacher-Reader fic that takes place after the series? They were both teachers back when Laurel was Marilyn, with Reader being a Psychology/Computer Science teacher who writes and casts spells using computer code, and now they're girlfriends who started dating after Laurel came to regret her actions. But Laurel still feels unworthy of Reader's love because of what she and her family have done in the past, and she worries that she's repeating the mistakes of her brother by chasing an outcast that she doesn't deserve.

So Reader does everything she can to make Laurel feel loved and assure her that she isn't the same person she used to be, and she definitely isn't the same as Garrett! Lots of cuddles and kisses and softness ensues~

Angst with a happy and fluffy ending, smut optional if that's where the story goes naturally!

Thank you so much! :3

Yesss!!! Thanks for reading me!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!

You're not like them, not anymore

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff

Word count: 2,846

Summary: She’s trying to forget her past, but she may need your help….

 N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“One… Two… Three!” You said, before hitting the wall with a mace.

The last few months had been chaotic. Your new job at Nevermore seemed calm, comforting… But none of that. You were an expert in web code, and you had the ability to move objects with your mind, which gave you a great advantage. Your training in psychology also helped you a lot. If you hadn't it, you probably would have had a nervous breakdown.

What started as a dream of peace and quiet turned into a nightmare. A monster was attacking in the forest, and it wasn't a bear, as the mayor kept repeating over and over again. It was all a plan, an evil plan orchestrated by the last person you'd think of.

Marilyn Thornhill taught botany at the academy. She was always alone, she never surrounded herself with anyone, although you encouraged her to do so many times. She was shy and innocent, or so you thought. Of course you liked her, she had everything you liked in a woman. Your surprise was huge when one day she confessed to you that she was the responsible for everything that was happening.

You couldn't keep seeing her isolated from the others just because she was normie. For you, the Nevermore spirit proclaims unity and concord. It was not only for the outcasts to integrate into society. You believed that it should be bilateral, that both worlds should mix. That's why you approached her. You accompanied her at lunch and dinner, you sat next to her in the library and you always tried to make her smile, by the way, it made you melt.

Little by little your friendship grew, and it was quite common to see you together at all time. Coffees in Weathervane were commonplace, and laughter and deep conversations were part of your days.

It was obvious that there was a connection between you. The tension could be felt from across the ocean. One day you decided that you couldn't take it anymore without confessing your feelings to her. You had fallen in love with her, and, although you were afraid that she would feel rejection because of your age or because she simply did not like women, you had to make sure, and stop living with the doubt.

That night you went to the conservatory, as you used to do every day. But inside was not the Marilyn Thornhill you knew. The redhead was crying at her desk, heartbroken and desperate. You didn't know what was making her suffer, and that made you nervous. You tried to calm her down by gently reaching out and offering her a shoulder to cry on.

There were many reasons why a person would cry like that, but hers were not common, not at all.

Marilyn was constantly apologizing for something, still crying in your arms. You didn't want to sound nosy, but you had to ask.

Her answer almost makes you faint.

She wasn't Marilyn Thornhill, she never was. Her real name was Laurel, Laurel Gates. It might seem silly to you, but you soon gained confidence with your colleagues, and they brought you up to date on what had happened at Nevermore. They told you about a certain Garrett Gates, who tried to kill them all on the orders of his father.

The Gates family was cursed. All of its members died after Garrett did so by failing in his mission. His little sister, Laurel suffered the same fate. She drowned, or so it was believed.

But not. She didn't die. She was there, hugging you, crying uncontrollably. At first you understood why she had hidden her identity. Surely no one with the last name Gates would be accepted into Nevermore. The worst thing was only yet to come.

It was not just a matter of names. It was a plan for revenge, a plan to wipe all outcasts off the map. Laurel confessed to it. She sent the monster, she caused all the events, and she would use Wednesday Addams to resurrect her fanatical ancestor, and have him avenge her family.

You thought about running, about notifying the principal, the police. But you did not. You knew how to read people's eyes, and she didn't seem dangerous to you, she seemed remorseful. She was suffering for wanting to do those horrible things, for wanting to kill you, for wanting it above all else.

Nevermore was in danger, and no one knew it. There were problems, and no one suspected her. You had to admit that it was a good plan, horrible, but a good one. It cost you, but you convinced Larissa that there was no more danger, that the horrible events would not repeat.

Laurel for her part revealed her true identity. If it wasn't for you, Larissa wouldn't have hesitated to make her disappear from the place. You knew how to speak, how to explain things well, how people feel, and thanks to that, Laurel had a second chance. The students were still scared, and changes had to be made so that something like this would not happen again, so the semester ended early and all the students returned home.

When it was all over, it was Laurel unexpectedly who confessed her love for you. It was precisely that which made her realize the evil of her actions, that she was not doing the right things. You weren't too sure at first, but you loved her, and you wanted to try.

The Gates' old mansion was hers, and it looked like with a little work, it could be your new home. It was an offer you couldn't refuse, as your relationship took hold very quickly. Like you've been together your whole life, just like you dreamed of over and over again.

Everything was going well, everything except her mental health. The redhead had already stopped thinking about killing and annihilating, but now she had to deal with the enormous weight of her actions, and she didn't handle it very well. You wanted to help her, treat her psychologically, but you weren't allowed to. She suffered, her awareness made her have night terrors and severe panic attacks and anxiety. The worst of all was her attitude towards you. You were a gift to her, a miracle, something she didn't deserve. That feeling tormented her, she believed that she had no right to feel loved, understood and comforted.

And there you were, transforming the old mansion into a new home. It was quite poetic, it was like tearing down everything that the Gates family stood for, to make way for something new, to be able to set out on the road to redemption.

The wall you hit gave way, and a cloud of dust covered you from top to bottom. You coughed, trying to disperse the dust with your hand.

“Sorry, I didn't expect it to fall so fast,” you said, moving the rubble with telekinesis.

“It's okay, (Y/N), it was…. Quick,” the redhead told you, brushing off her clothes.

“Should we put down any more walls? I'm on a roll,” you said with your eyes wide open and holding the mace comically.

“If we put down one more, the house is gonna fall on top of us,” Laurel said, amused. “You should better leave that here, uh?” She asked you, taking the tool from your hand.

“Okay…” You said, feigning disappointment. “I'm going to look upstairs to see if there's any furniture we can restore.”

“Very well, I'll do the same in the office,” she told you, leaving the mace leaning against the wall.

You went up the stairs excited. You liked touring that terrifying mansion, and you liked even more to imagine what your life would be like there, next to it. You wished there was nothing worth you. The fewer things from the past, the better.

“Decoration police, we have an emergency...” You said to yourself, entering what was once the Gates' master bedroom. You closed your eyes and all the cupboards and drawers in the room were opened, emptying their contents in several piles.

Everything seemed garbage, old stuff that no longer had a place within those walls. An old notebook, which was hidden among the clothes, caught your attention.

“Nora Gates' diary,” interesting,” you said, sitting down on the old bed, which creaked dangerously under your weight.

You were turning the pages one by one. At first it looked like the diary of a religious fanatic, talking about justice, moral superiority... But the last page changed, it wasn't like the others. You looked at the date, just two days after Garrett died:

Today I have returned to his room.

I can't believe my little boy is gone, gone forever. I hope that God protects him, and knows how to forgive him, only he can do it. Ansel doesn't cry, he doesn't lament. He just swears revenge. He has become aggressive, violent, even more than he already was.

He doesn't understand that he has lost a son, and that not even God can ever give him back to us. Garrett, my little Garrett.

Laurel is sad. She only asks why God decided to take his brother, his hero. I don't know what to answer. She is very young, and I am too tired.

I feel that I lack the strength to continue, that my life stopped making sense.

Ansel doesn't want to stop, he wants those poor creatures to die and I wonder: what if God created them? Are they innocent creatures?

He says they were the ones who took my little boy, but I don't believe it, not anymore.

I can not take it anymore. The world has turned into hell, and I can't stop thinking that maybe it's a divine punishment. Guilt and pain are always with me, every second, every minute. I know I shouldn't give up, but even I can't believe my own words. Today everything will end for me, and I will pray that God forgives my sins, and allows me to be reunited with my little Garrett.

Laurel, my precious girl,

 I hope one day you will know how to forgive me. I have to do it, I have to pay for what I have done and thought, and I will do it so you don't have to.

You are not like your father. You are good, an extraordinary girl, and you don't deserve to go through the same way as us.

Surely your father tries to consume you with his hatred, he will try to make you become another weapon to carry out his plans. Do not do it. Don't let hate consume you. We make mistakes, but you can change, you may not follow the same steps. That is the advice I leave you, my little Laurel. I know you’re better than them, make me be proud of you.

Wherever I am, I will always love you. God protects us darling, and he is counting on us.

“Oh, fuck…” You sighed, wiping away a tear. Those words moved you. You couldn't help but think that that woman abandoned her daughter, that she was a coward. But also that not all the Gates thought the same way as their father.

If Laurel had found that journal, a lot could have changed. Fate is not a good friend, and it does not always benefit you. You had to show her that notebook, show her that her mother didn't want her to follow those steps. She thought it was like her family, but she was wrong, so wrong.

You picked up the old journal and headed downstairs, almost tripping.

“Hey, Laurel! You have to see... This...”  You said, running out of voice as you peeked into the office. The redhead was kneeling on the ground, crying in front of her family's portrait. “What happen?”

She sobbed and looked at you, getting up awkwardly.

“I can't go on with this in my head. They, they did terrible things...” She said with a broken voice. “And me too.”

You passed a hand over the back of your neck and offered her the diary.

“It's not as much as you think.”

She picked it up hiding her tears and looked at it, looking at you surprised. The redhead sat in an old chair and read carefully. Her face told you that she had reached that last part.

“Mom…” she murmured, crying harder.

“She didn't want you to become like your father,” you said, kneeling in front of her.

“But still, I did it,” she said sadly, breathing hard. “I'm not different, I'm a murderer...”

“Stop saying that,” you said firmly, reaching up to cup her face in your hands. “You have made mistakes, your mother did too and for her it was too late.”

“But…”

“No, Laurel. You are on time, you are trying to redeem yourself, and that is more than any of your family has done. Your mother couldn't take it, she decided it was best to run away from problems, but you didn't. You are strong, you have will, and you have decided to change.”

“I don't know why you insist on cheering me up. You shouldn't even be here.”

“Oh, no? And why is that?” You asked, crossing your arms.

“Because I'm not a good person. I don't deserve someone like you,” she said, head down. “I don't know why you're trying so hard.”

“Because I love you, damn it,” you said, raising your tone. “I loved you, I loved Marilyn Thornhill, and I love Laurel Gates. I don't care about your last name, I don't care what do you you think. I love you and I plan to do it all my life.”

“Do you love me?” She asked. Her voice trembled. “After what I've done? After all the damage my family has caused?”

“You're not your family!” You yelled, making her freak out a little. You moved nervously and you look at the portrait, pointing at it effusively.  “That's not your family! Your family looked consumed by their own hatred. You are alive, you are here. And I am with you. Your family is me.”

“(Y/N)…” She sighed, surprised.

“They are only memories, they are proof that the world needs to change, and you are proof that it can. You are not your brother, nor your father, nor your mother.”

“I've done horrible things...”

“We all do, Laurel. You have to be brave to do them, but you have to be much more brave to admit that you've made a mistake.”

“I don't know what to say. You are, you are so good to me,” she said, getting up and hugging you desperately, hanging on to your clothes.

“I'm not, Laurel,” you said, stroking her hair as you felt the wetness of her tears on your shoulder. “I'm your girlfriend, and I trust you. It's a shame that being a good person is considered out of the ordinary these days.”

“I have hurt innocent people… I wanted, I wanted to kill you…” She continued sobbing.

“I'm alive, right?” You asked, pulling her away.

“Yes, but…”

“Wednesday and the others too, right?”

“Yeah...”

“That's what really matters. Nothing from the past should worry you. You are my present, and my future, and that is the only thing worth fighting for, the love we feel.”

Finally Laurel relaxed, smiling tenderly through her tears. She brought her hand to your cheek and caressed it tenderly. Little by little she came closer and kissed you on the lips, slowly.

“I love you…” She whispered to you, resting your forehead against hers.

“Me too, I will always love you...”

Now you kissed her, with the same tenderness. The kiss was longer and deeper. The love you felt made your heart race and your hands went from her to her waist, holding her gently. You knew how much she appreciated your words, how much it meant to have you by her side, to support her, and she didn't know how to show it to you.

“Destroy it,” she told you unexpectedly, you shook your head, a little frustrated for having interrupted what would be an act of love and passion.

“What?” The redhead turned and pointed at the portrait without looking directly at it.

“Tear it to pieces, free me from the past, please…” She begged you.

You swallowed and looked at the painting. Those faces that seemed innocent were the sorrow of the woman you loved, the reason for her despair and her anguish. Laurel hugged you again, probably not wanting to look.

You reached out to the painting and closed your fingers. The portrait began to shake and soon burst in on itself, turning the Gates family into mere pieces of cloth scattered across the room.

“Thank you, (Y N)…” the redhead sighed, kissing you passionately again. You smiled, happy that she was finally starting to forget her past. “(Y/N)…”

“Yes?” You said, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

“I need you now. I want you to make love to me.”

#marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill x reader #wednesday #laurel gates #ms thornhill #oneshot

[alieinthemorning]

Surround [Avatar of Envy | Levithan]

Content: Hurt/ Comfort

Pronouns: None

Reblogs: Let me know that you enjoy my work and want to see more, so don't forget to like and reblog (and comment in the tags. I love seeing people’s rambles in the tags)!

This work's concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.

Nothing was going your way today.

First, you’d woken up at the ass crack of dawn and were unable to go back to sleep.

Then, you had spilled juice on your shirt during breakfast.

In front of everyone.

And finally…

Well, you hadn’t reached that point yet, but you felt it brewing.

The anger.

The need to throw or hit something.

But since you really didn’t want to go to Lucifer about breaking your mirror or some shit.

You decided to slip into something comfy, grab your D.D.D and book it to Levi’s room. He out of all the brother’s was probably the least likely to ask you what was wrong. Which you were thankful for because you were very close to a breakdown.

Fun.

When you made it in front of Levi’s door, you gave it three sharp knocks.

Paused, then gave it another two.

“Secret password accepted. Access granted.”

You pushed the door open with a nasal sigh, bee lining it for the bed-tub.

You wanted to feel like you were being held and just surrounded by a familiar, calming scent.

You snuggled in deep, then closed your eyes, quickly falling asleep to the sound of the gaming demon.

Leviathan didn't care for normie activities.

He had better things to worry about.

But when you knocked on his door with that knock.

He was a little worried.

Then you came in and went straight into his bed.

Not even a ‘Hi, what are you playing?’ or whatever.

He knew things were hard for you down here.

A human living with demons?

It had to be exactly like I’m a Demon Who Was Summoned into the Human Realm and Now I Have to Stay Here For a Year.

He shuddered at all the stuff the demon had to do.

He was happy it wasn’t him.

But…

He glanced over at you.

His brows furrowed and he bit his lip.

Then he ran a hand down his face before saving his game and turning it off.

He paced around the room for about three minutes before finally stopping in front of the tub.

This was fine, right?

The two of you had… cuddled… before.

Usually you’d initiate it.

Since he could never start something so normie-like himself.

So for him to do it while you were asleep, no less.

He played with his bottom lip, hand reaching out to touch you—Nope! He couldn’t do it!

But just as he was about to walk away, your voice stopped him.

“You gonna get in or what?” You extended your hand.

He squealed, hiding behind his hands.

“Oh, sorry. You don’t have to if you don’t want to...”

You went to drop your hand, but he grabbed it.

He still wasn’t looking at you, but that was okay. You pulled him in, readjusted yourselves till you found a comfortable position. With your head resting against his chest, you could feel his heart hammering against your skin.

But he didn’t need to know that.

And honestly, you didn’t care.

You just wanted to hold him close and close your eyes once more.

Surrounded by your safest demon.

I feel like I had a better feel on Levithan than I did the Reader lol

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#alie ficlets #alie ficlets: version 2 #obey me x reader #levithan x reader

[atempause-art]

o right, i have instagram

but you absolutely do not have to follow it though

it was discovered by few during art fight cause i linked it - that being said if you're one of the people tagging me in their work i'm sorry! i don't actually use USE this site!!

i realized i need to have one normie social media i can show to people irl - that means "normal" artwork aka no gay slavic cryptid men. it's essentially a thing to show ppl when they go "oh you draw? can i see?". so more or less just traditional art bcs digital is oops all ocs

instragram is my business in the front while tumblr party in the back

it will get used more once i get the print sales going - but i got 0 money to get anything printed rn even as a test. but everything that would be over there is going on this unholy blog as well

#clocktalks #felt like i need to explain myself over the inactivity i only use it to check on one singular artist #basically if you need me @ me here or on toyhouse

[happysadyoyo]

Sorry, I know that you made your sideblog for the trial and I should make comments on that one, but I have severe anxiety so I wanted to say this anonymously. This is in regards to that person who said Amber has "far surpassed the burden of proof"; it genuinely feels sometimes like people are not watching the same trial. Because for everything one thing she says, like two or three points in evidence directly contradicts it or adds different context or shows it wasn't to the extent she said it was in testimony. Its. Wild. That people watch her lie, actively, on the stand, especially about the donation stuff, and then come away from the trial saying she's 100% in the right on this case. I just don't understand it, genuinely.

It's all right. When I get into the meat of it, I'll tag this so people's blocks can get ahold of it and keep their dash clean.

Some people aren't even listening to the trial, which is mostly fair. I can understand not being able to listen every day. Even when I still worked, I usually was able to listen to whatever I wanted. Pretty unique situation.

But just reading articles is going to put you in a very heavy bias. Especially if you're trying to avoid the severe right wing news articles.

Because recent articles on the Vox and Variety are talking about external reactions to the trial. And actually, reading these articles for the first time (because I've wanted to try and not research too too much outside of the trial beyond shit like both of their previous arrest records and what exactly happened with the UK trial), if I was using this as the meat of my research, I'd be hating Depp too.

One of the big things I keep seeing repeated is that the Daily Wire spent $50,000 to spread anti-Heard ads. It's a lot of money until you remember that it makes like $100 mil a year. So that's... an easily provable exaggeration.

But yeah, people who are actually reading/watching the trial, who actually understand that the UK trial was a defamation case, etc and they still think Heard is totally innocent in this?

Idk. I don't know what they're thinking, but it's given me a good blocklist of people whose opinions I don't want to be around.

And the fearmongering is so huge. MRAs and incels and whoever else were gonna be using this trial to "prove" their point regardless of the outcome. But I do think this shows the cracks of #BelieveAllWomen that have always existed. I think it's a boon to feminists and good faith actors who want to talk about how men are hurt too.

But your run of the mill abusers don't have the sort of money needed to force their victim through civil litigation. So this is not going to be a repeated tactic amongst us normies so it's like ???

idk I'm pretty tired rn lol.

#domestic violence #assault #depp v heard #I'm only using that tag for block lists any replies to this will be reblogged to my side blog

[bandofchimeras]

hey dude, sorry not trying to be an ass w this but I saw u had a post where in the tags you used delusional and narcissist as pretty derogatory insults towards the govt. Bashing the government is good and great but using terms that we (at least currently) need to describe mental illness (and definitely associate with it!)... in ways like that... its ableist and dehumanizing and leads to more abuse, even if it feels innocent, because if everyone who's a narc or who's delusional is dangerous....that's everyone w/ npd, or a schizospec disorder, or any other things.

Sorry this is long, and again, not trying to be rude! Just wanted to inform you and ask that you maybe be a little more careful with word choice in the future :)

hey anon, yeah thanks for your concern. I do understand the movement to change language usage around mental illness and destigmatize. And it is well intentioned.

Unfortunately, narcissistic and delusional are still pretty generally derogatory words. A person with NPD may not cause harm simply by virtue of having the diagnosis but we all agree narcissism itself isn't a fun cool trait to have. Delusions are obscurations of reality.

We still say manic, depressed, obsessive, etc in both outright negative ways and descriptive but not morally loaded ways. to me it's just part of language, and the ethics of most derogatory language does depend on who's using it.

I'm absolutely behind not calling everyone who sucks a narcissist. and would like people to stop saying "I'm being OCD" or "that's so bipolar," "he's a schizo" and so on. The "delulu" trend online is weird and fetishizes mentally ill people.

For context: I am a person with a narcissistic tendency, due to my childhood. My life has been a long train of psych symptoms... delusions of grandeur, maladaptive daydreaming, hallucinations, psychosis, derealization, depersonalization, dissociative identity states. psychology is one of my longest hyperfixations simply because I needed to understand my experience. it's been helpful and unhelpful in different ways. Pathologization is a phenomen that can't be understood separately from language, culture, history, and violence.

And yet I don't really have a problem with calling things crazy, insane, or batshit. in fact I find power in redefining and playing with these terms. I've been called crazy in a demeaning, invalidating way. And yeah, I'm a lil crizazy, a bit unhinged one might say. But if a motherfucker calls me crazy to invaldiate my argument, I instantly know they've lost. They're being weak, and abusive. It will also piss me the fuck off. I may want to show them what "crazy" looks like. The better angels of my nature will whisper "keep your head."

With the movement to neutralize mental health terms, what's always confused me is the understanding of language itself. I experience words autistically - they have multiple overlapping meanings all the time. Words are like composite images composed of billions of instances of use, fluttering and evolving as they are spoken and written. Vernacular is messy, sputtering and ever changing. Therefore words carry a multitude of connotations. When different people say them in different contexts you can see and hear different implications.

So, I really don't care if a dude at work says "that's fuckin insane bro" ...to a gnarly kickflip. Or a devastating news article. Insane delineates the magnitude of his emotion. It's out of bounds. Something normies and straights would try to contain, institutionalize, label. Christ, that's juicy. It's why I adore skater boy lingo and teen slang. It's careless and crunchy.

English itself, especially corporate and institutional English, can be a strict, bland, and often abusive language. My fellow autistic homies tend to enjoy a rousing jaunt down into the annals of historical parlance for our everyday linguistic transactions because it's fucking boring, the clinical way we are expected to speak here and now.

So therefore: thanks for your message calling attention to my words and their impact.

There are deeper better more poetic words to call the government and frankly I believe the best ones might be found in other languages.

All in all, you're right that "narcissistic" and "delusional" are not the most accurate, potent words to describe the US government. How to convey the twisted, detached from reality, spirit of that entity best in language, though, I need to expand the lexicon. Maybe using these words is cheap. Maybe it covers over the intentionality and corruption at play.

So I'm going to open this up to some language play - and ask you, anon, and anyone else what words can we find to convey the negative meaning of delusional (detached from truth) and narcissistic (inverted and self concerned to the point of dysfunction), in English? or in another language?

I hope you can take this in good faith not as a deflection but really engaging with your ask.

Being language corrected can trigger my harshest defenses. I can feel in my body all the times someone has punished, invalidated, dismissed something I've said because of using "uncivil" or foul or imperfect language. In general, trying to conform to correct ideological forms of language is like, major wretched, dude.

Hell my dorky ass disingenuous nerd of a brother yesterday called a message I sent the family group chat about Palestine "blasphemous" because I said " my god" and used it as an excuse to delete every impassioned exchange we had so the "children wouldn't see," - him be racist, cough. can't make this shit up.

But that's my background. Catholicism is a mental illness. (Sorry in advance to all mental illness havers for associating you with Catholics)

#anon #language #psychology #this is also a recent change for me so its cool if anyone wants to call hypocrisy #a long road to unembodying the social justice warrior archetype of ultracorrective speech policing #which doesnt mean “freeze peach” #but rather #people are gonna say shit man #and you can tell what they mean by it #and educating people on the history of words wont change a spiteful hateful intent #i believe anon is well intentioned tho #destigmatize mental illness #but id rather energy be put towards fighting material and medical abuse in thr systems

[princessozera]

RAD graduate/senior quotes

Since the demon lords, prince Diavolo, and even Barbatos are considered celebrities in the Devildom, it's common occurance to use things they've said to students as yearbook quotes.

Lucifer

"Move."

"No, the student council won't sponser a paintball war"

"You're late."

"This is unacceptable."

" *deep inhale, no sigh* "

Mammon

"And who the fuck are YOU!?"

" Give me 100 grimm and I'll give you the best quote ever."

" Fuck off, I know for a fact I don't owe you money." (He did in fact owe me money)

" *trips Lord Leviathan* You didn't see anything."

"Do you want fries with that?"

Leviathan

" *summoned that big ass ocean snake of his* RUN."

"Normie."

"This isn't what Ruri-chan would want."

"Stream SucroseStars new album!"

" You can swim another 50 laps for that insolence."

Satan

"I'm going to need you to read faster so I can check that book out"

"Oh yeah the hero dies in the end."

"The chefs from restaurante sixe recommend this cheese plate for that demonus."

" Welcome to the Fall *bunny ear twitch.*"

"Say I lool like Lucifer again, I dare you, I double dare you."

Asmodeus

"I'm sorry! My fan club is full right now but you can join the waitlist by signing up online-"

" Vintage, I love it!"

"I'm sorry hun, you're like a solid 4 in good lighting."

" We couldn't even get a drink together, but you have amazing courage!"

"Grab my ass again and you won't see tomorrow."

Beelzebub

"Are you going to eat that?"

"Your arms are so flimsy, noodly even."

" You can't lift more because you have bad form"

" I don't want to be another teams captain."

"This is the last time I'm lifting the sports shed for you."

Belphegor

"Wake me up again and I break your arm"

" Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz *SNORT* zzzzzzzzz"

" *trips over root and looks directly at student* Loser."

" You do it ."

"You're stupid."

Barbatos

" Please don't boil demonus and offer it to others as tea."

" We don't have a home ec class, so why is there an oven on fire in the courtyard?"

" As beautiful as they are, refrain from stealing the mirage roses or you will be hung by your ankles."

" A quote? May I ask for what?"

" The young lord will no longer be giving yearbook quotes.'

Prince Diavolo

"Hello peers!"

"*looks at the moon* Isn't that swag?"

" T̵̰̿͋͛̋͐h̶͔̃͊͛͗̋e̵̟̖̍̒ ̷͍̏̿g̵͉̬̞͕̀̆r̶͕̟̈̆̕͝e̶̯͉͋̃ṅ̴͈̳̳͓̰̒ẁ̴̡̐͛̓̅ȉ̵͎̠̞̫̑ț̴̨͍̘́͒l̶̩͂̕e̵͉̤̟̎̽s̷̡͍̟͇̩̆͌̓͠͝ ̴̤̩̾̀̈́̾a̸͚̔͝ṙ̸̢̩͍̠̩͆͋ě̸̱̦͔͑̉̈́̕ ̶̡̯͕̓̀̈̋ç̸̤͕̿͐̕ő̴͎̮͙̤̹͛m̶͕̠̩̮̺̈̿̅̄i̶̱̺̫͉͒̇͝ñ̴̳̪̣̼̐͜g̵͙̫̭̊͋͜.̶͙͓͚̺̄̌͑ "

" What is a 'lemon fanfiction'?"

" Have you finished your homework?"

"Now let's roll up our sleeves and get to work!"

((The senior quotes get even funnier once MC arrives and teaches them slang from different eras in human history and MC becomes the most popular person to quote, then Solomon. One year there was a massive coordinated event where 300 seniors managed to tag MC and Solomon for the entire day and each used one sentence as their senior quote to make a massive story puzzle.))

#obey me shall we date #royal academy of diavolo #obey me RAD

[sleepy-belphie]

I have a request if you’re up for it. An MC who just arrived in the Devildom who’s lover just dumped them the day prior. The bros know MC isn’t emotionally or romantically available at the time but the bros still fall in love regardless. How will the bros handle the situation? Thank you! 🙏💗

Hi! I sort of took this idea and ran with it and wrote basically a headcanon short story for each bro lmao. Sorry I got a bit carried away but I hope you like this and it satisfies you! :) 

Also thank you so much @midnight-dome for the help with Asmo, you’re a lifesaver

Tags: @kawaiiblack

~~~~~

Lucifer:

The success of the program depends on your wellbeing

So he checks in on you every other day like clockwork 

“Is there anything you need to make your stay more comfortable?”

You always say no

At first, he’s glad you’re staying in 

Because it means less trouble for him

But when you skip all of your classes one day, he comes to your room ready to give you a firm reminder of your tasks here

He’s about to knock when he hears you sob 

Now, Lucifer has heard a lot of crying in his life

But he’s never heard someone sound so completely broken

He shocks himself when he turns on his heels and walks away

He shocks himself even more when he texts the group chat and demands everyone leaves you alone for the day

That evening he comes into your room with a small plate of food

By then you were are least on top of your sheets

You knew he was gonna ask the same question as always

But this time, his words were different

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Help?” 

He simply nods

And though he didn’t outright say what he meant by help, you knew

“I...don’t know?”

“Hm, okay. I’m going to listen to some music in my study. The door will be unlocked should you wish to join me.”

Then he’s gone

The few precious moments Lucifer isn’t working, he prefers to not be disturbed

So why on earth did he invite you to join him in his study?

He doesn’t have time to ponder it because the door opens and you come in with a blanket wrapped around you

The first night you both listen in comfortable silence

A few nights in, you start asking Lucifer about the records he puts on and he has no qualms educating you on it

On night 10 you tell him about the breakup

Once you’re done he, again, asks the same question

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

‘You’ve done more than enough to help me Lucifer, thank you.”

He finds himself blushing from the sincerity in your eyes and the warmth in your smile

That night you fall asleep before the record finishes

Surely you’d wake up aching if he left you in a chair

So he picks you up, carries you to your room, and tucks you into bed carefully

He tells himself he’s doing it for Diavolo

It’s for the program, this is his job

He’s gonna need time to accept his own feelings before he can tell you anything

For now, he’ll keep doing his “job” and spending evenings with you

Mammon:

He didn’t want to be your babysitter

He was a busy guy! He had stuff to do, money to make, things to steal

Some days he gets Beelzebub to keep an eye on you so he can do what he wants

One night in particular he heads to your room to make sure you won’t interfere with his plans

“Yo! The Great Mammon has things to do so don’t-”

He pauses when he sees you sitting on your bed with your headphones plugged into your laptop

He would have assumed you were just watching a sad movie by the tears streaks on your face

But the pain in your eyes…

He’s seen that look before

His brothers held that same look the day they fell from Heaven and lost Lilith

Mammon sits on the bed and you jump, finally noticing him

You expected him to make fun of you but instead, he grabs the tissue box on your bedside table and hands it to you

He glances at your laptop to see what you were watching and sees a paused video of you and someone else

You tell him about the breakup and Mammon listens closely

“What a jerk! Ya deserve better than that! I’d teach ‘em a lesson if they ever showed their face around here!”

You smile for the first time since he came in the room and he feels like he’s done something right

“How about we get some late-night food? I know a 24-hour restaurant with the best baked newt ever. Your treat.”

He’s shocked when you agree

He makes a point to hang out with you more often

He can’t recall exactly when you went from “a human” to “his human” 

Maybe it was when you held his hand while you erased all your photos and videos of your ex from your computer

Or when you texted him at 3am because you couldn’t sleep and before he could even think about it he was up and on his way to your room

Or when he spotted you in one of his jackets while walking home from RAD

But his greed was kicking in and he wanted you to be his and only his

However, much like he puts himself first, he knows you need to do the same

So though his nature and mind wants to kiss you silly and have you for himself

Part of him knows he’ll ruin things if he lets his greed take over

So he’ll fight his nature and try his best to be patient

Leviathan:

He had been playing one of his games online

He’s on a big winning streak and feeling a bit cocky

He sees he’s been matched with someone else so he gets into gamer mode 

Then he loses the first round

He’s a bit shocked and pissed that his streak was now broken but he has to prove his superiority to whoever this opponent was

So he rematches them

And loses again

And again

He loses 7 rounds in a row

By this point he is fuming

So like any salty gamer he sends a very lengthy, angry message to their inbox

Accusing them of using cheats and hacks because there was no way anyone was more skilled than him at this game

He gets a reply a few minutes later

“Um.....is this Leviathan? Avatar of Envy? It’s MC…”

You knew it was Levi because his username is the same across all his social media platforms

Cue Levi barreling into your room a minute later

“How are you so good!? You’re cheating, aren’t you!? You cheater!’

You weren’t cheating, you just had been playing games day in and day out to distract yourself so you got really good at it

Levi all but demands you to come to his room and show him what you know

You were already playing all night anyway so why not play with someone? 

Initially, Levi would have you come over just to show him your tactics 

(Also to get some team wins on his stats because he never has anyone to play with)

But you were actually pretty chill for a normie

Maybe if he exposed you to his otaku ways you would take to them and he wouldn’t be the only one in the house anymore!

You don’t become an otaku but you do get invested in almost every anime he shows you

He starts inviting you over for midnight premieres of new episodes

He starts buying extra merch because what if you wanted one?

He was used to disproving looks from his brothers when he mass buys stuff from Akuzon

But you only smile and listen when he tells you about his new special edition item

You never once judged him and his unconventional ways

This epiphany makes him extra nervous for your weekly hangouts

It was only a matter of time before you came across a break up in an anime

When the episode ended you told him about your break up and how the protagonist reminded you of yourself because they also were taking a break from love

Levi has seen this anime before actually

He remembers how the protagonist reacted to a side character confessing to them and it went bad

So while he knows he likes you, he holds off on saying anything because the last thing he wants is to be a bad story arc in your life

Lucky for him he’s always a flustered blushing mess so you shouldn’t suspect a thing

Satan:

He is the Avatar of Wrath so whenever there is rage, he is aware

He feels anger radiating through the house one day and thinks his brothers are just fighting again

Imagine his surprise when he realizes the source of the anger is coming from your room

He walks in and sees you throwing things around and screaming, your room was destroyed

He sees you’re about to step on some glass and instantly swoops in and picks you up so you don’t hurt yourself

But then you curl up against him and burst into tears

He stands there, not quite sure what to do 

He ends up sitting on the bed and letting you cry for a while

You word vomit about your break up and he listens carefully and notes the anger welling up inside you as you speak

He knows all too well what anger can do to someone and a fragile human shouldn’t have to go through that

“Would you like some tea?”

He can spare 30 minutes for some small talk with the human if it meant that you wouldn’t be left in your thoughts

You look at him like he has three heads but agree because your room is a mess and you don’t wanna deal with it right now

Tea time becomes a daily occurrence and soon enough it escalates to full-on hangouts

Going to the bookstore, going to cat cafes, going wherever you wanted to really

One time you both took a day trip to the human world

Lucifer wasn’t happy to find out his brother and you were gone for an entire day but he lets it go when he sees that you’re smiling genuinely for the first time in weeks

What Satan didn’t expect was how these outings made him feel

He finds himself distracted from his books because he can’t stop thinking about how cute you looked holding that black cat at the cafe

Or how happy you looked when you took him to that ice cream shop in your hometown that you really love

He wakes up and you’re the first thing to pop into his mind

He’s not dumb, he knows he’s fallen in love

But he also knows this isn’t the right time, you aren’t ready

So he’ll keep being there for you as a friend

And if you ever want him to be there as something more, he’ll happily oblige

Asmodeus:

There was a movie night at the House of Lamentation

Today’s movie was an action movie, courtesy of Mammon

Amidst all the face punching and explosions, there was a budding romance between the main characters

After the third obnoxious makeout scene, you leave the room claiming you need to go to the restroom

But you leave just a *little* too fast and Asmo can feel something is up

And he thrives on gossip so he intends to find out what is it

He leaves the room a few minutes later and catches you in the hallway, determined to get you to spill the tea

You tell him about the breakup

He wasn’t prepared for the tea to be so bitter

“Oh. Well, you know what’s good for that? Face masks!” 

He had to save face somehow and beauty was his default

He’s a bit shocked when you agree but you both ditch movie night to do face masks and talk a bit

He decides to share a couple of bad date experiences he’s had to make you feel better

“Trust me, you haven’t felt embarrassment until you have someone vomit Enfield brains on your new pants and shoes while at one of the hottest clubs in the Devildom.”

You spent the entire night giggling and listening to his stories

Devildom products are surprisingly effective on your skin so you keep asking Asmo to show you new products

Plus his company is nice

Self-care days become a common occurrence

Then those self-care days become self-care sleepovers

He starts intentionally waiting to try anything new because he wants you to be there when he does

He buys more of those scented candles you told him smelled nice

A few weeks later you’re having a self-care sleepover again and you have this really cute focused look on your face while painting your nails

He knows he likes you, but this was different than his usual attraction

He didn’t want to fuck you

Well he did but not just fuck you

He wouldn’t mind if there was something more

But you routinely ended your self-care nights by yelling ‘Fuck love!’ at the top of your lungs and laughing

So he knows now isn’t the time and he’s actually okay with that

You were a sight to behold regardless of his relationship status with you

But he hopes you’ll indulge in him one day

Beelzebub:

Mammon keeps pushing his human watching duties on Beel

But he doesn’t really care because he’s being paid in cheesecake

After his third day of keeping an eye on you, he notices you aren’t eating much

Being the Avatar of Gluttony, this is basically a crime

He starts bringing extra snacks with him when he hangs out with you

“I think the chocolate flavor is better than the vanilla. What do you think?”

He actually doesn’t have a preference 

He just wants to know which snacks you like more so he can bring more of them

He makes a game out of it so you don’t think about how much you’re eating

“It motivates me to work out longer when I get a snack, could you help me?”

You sit on his back and after every pushup, you both eat a bit of whatever snack he has

He keeps going until he thinks you’ve eaten a decent amount

Or you say you’re getting full

Belphie notices that Beel is refilling his snack stash more often but he doesn’t say anything

Beel feels an immense sense of accomplishment when you finish your plate at dinner a few days later

Soon after you tell him about the breakup

“It hit me hard but you made it easier to cope, Beel. These hangouts are the highlight of my day so thank you.”

There’s a certain pang Beel gets in his stomach when he’s really hungry

Somehow your words made that pang happen in his chest

But this didn’t hurt him, quite the opposite actually

He felt good, he felt happy

It was strange for his stomach to be the quiet one while his heart went wild

But this wasn’t a change he minded too much

He wasn’t sure what to make of it but he knows he wants to figure it out with you

And he’ll take his time doing so because he liked how things were now

Belphegor:

He’s intrigued by you after the first week of your stay

He’s never seen a human who slept as much as he did

Frankly, he was impressed

Until Lucifer informed everyone about your recent breakup and made it clear to not upset you

That’s when Belphie realized these were not the leisurely naps he takes, but depression naps

One day he sees you sleeping in the living room and you looked so distressed

Sleeping was meant to be a peaceful state but you looked so unhappy

So he wakes you up

“You’re in my sleeping spot.”

You weren’t in his sleeping spot.

“Oh sorry, I’ll move-”

“You’re already here. We can both fit.” 

Before you can protest he’s all comfy next to you and falling back asleep

Having another person next to you was kind of comforting so you let it go and go back to sleep

What you didn’t know was Belphie could partially influence your dreams

He can make them more pleasant but he can’t control what you dream about

He knows it works when he wakes up and you have a relaxed expression on your sleeping face

You wake up soon after looking confused

“Good dream?”

“I think? I had a dream I rode a unicorn to the moon then carved my initials into it?”

Napping together in the living room becomes a routine

And every time you woke up you told him about the dream you had with a small smile

A few weeks later he notices he no longer has to influence your dreams for them to be good

So he leaves you be and instead curls up in the attic for his afternoon nap

He wakes up a bit when he feels someone lay down next to him

It’s probably Beel

“Why didn’t you tell me you moved napping spots?”

His eyes open and he looks over to see you pouting at him

“I just sorta ended up here.”

“Well, I can’t nap without my cuddle buddy now can I?”

You’re teasing him and he should be annoyed

But he’s blushing

He spoons you to hide that fact, resting his forehead on your shoulder

But while your dreams were getting better, it didn’t mean you were ready to move on

So he just enjoys his intimate cuddling sessions with you and tries not to think too hard about the fact that he really likes how your body fits against his

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me fluff #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me levi x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me asmo x reader #obey me beel x reader #obey me belphie x reader #annazonabeth

[saeyoungchoismaid]

Exes Confront Each Other | Leviathan

this was made by the one and only @cyberbunny33​, so make sure to show her some love <3

[ how did you meet? ]

you: Through work actually!

Leviathan: Yeah, I’m an indie video game programmer and designer. (Y/n) was one of the artists that I hired for the game I was working on at the time.

you: Levi gave me the task of making his character ideas into concepts and while on a video call with him, I shared my screen with him and he noticed that one of the characters I was working on looked like his favorite character Henry from The Tale of the Seven Lords. He went fanboy mode and started rambling about the character. It was so cute!

Leviathan: Oh my god. It's the most embarrassing thing I've done in front of someone because they didn't even know what I was talking about!

you: I thought it was cute. His tangent was the reason I looked up the character and where he was from! I even made an homage of the character and got him placed in the game just for Levi.

Leviathan: That was really cool. It was cool to work on that game with them. (Y/n) made a lot of really cool NPCs to mess with and code.

you: You did really good at coding the game too and bringing the characters to life!

Leviathan: So yeah, that's how we met. I hired them, we got talking, and yeah...

[ why did you break up? ]

Leviathan: 

you: 

Leviathan: So—

you: He was the one that broke us up.

Leviathan: You broke up with me—

you: Leviathan, no. We’ve talked about this. You broke us up.

Leviathan: (Y/n), you broke up with me. All I did was bring it up!

you: You pressured me into breaking up with you!

Leviathan:

you: 

✄

you: I’m sorry. I didn't mean to yell.

Leviathan: It's okay. This was bound to bring up some…emotions.

you: Yeah, um, so technically I broke up with him. Even though I personally think he broke us up.

Leviathan: 

you:

[ what did you love most about each other? ]

you: You wanna go first? {smiles} I need some time to pick one.

Leviathan: P-Pick one?

you: Yeah. I need to figure out what I like most about you. I have too many to pick from. {giggles}

Leviathan: {flustered} O-Oh, uhm, sure I guess…

you: {turns to the camera} Isn't he adorable?

Leviathan: S-Shut up, you normie! O-Okay, so… 

you: {laughs}

Leviathan: Stop giggling! You’re making me nervous!

you: Okay, okay! I’m sorry! {smirks}

✄

Leviathan: Okay. The thing I love most about them is that they’re really confident.

you: You love that I’m confident?

Leviathan: Yeah. I love that you’re a confident person. You don't really let anything get you down and you’re just yourself which I also love. You’re so sure of yourself and aren't afraid to try new things.

you: Awe, Levi! That's so sweet!

Leviathan: Hush! You don't have to be so loud!

you: I just think it’s cute!

Leviathan: God, you’re such a tease…

you: {laughs and gives him a wink}

✄

you: Okay, my turn!

Leviathan: Kill me now…

you: Don’t be so dramatic.

Leviathan: {groans}

you: So! Out of everything, what I love most about him is that he's so passionate about the things he loves. He's never afraid to go on and on about his likes. He just looks so cute when he goes on tangents about his favorite game or how an anime that he really likes is getting a new season.

Leviathan: That's not cute, it's annoying. I'm just annoying people with my ramblings.

you: {sighs} This is what I hate about him.

Leviathan:

you: Wait, that’s a question?

[ what did you hate most about each other? ]

you: Well, would you look at that. {chuckles}

Leviathan: Wanna go first this time? Since you already mentioned it?

you: Uh, sure. Might as well right? Okay, so like I said, what I hate most is the self-loathing. Levi just puts himself down so much and I hate it. He calls himself a ‘yucky otaku’ and says he isn't worth anything. It honestly breaks my heart every time he says something like that.

Leviathan: Because I am. It's gross and annoying. How the hell did you fall for me to begin with?

you: See? Levi, this is what I meant when I said you broke us up. You told me that I shouldn't be dating you because I could do better.

Leviathan: Because you can! You’re so cute, energetic, and full of love that it would be a waste to give your love to me!

you: I'm not ‘wasting my love’ on you! I’m giving it to you because you deserve it. Why do you think I went out of my way to ask you out? We’ve talked about this…

Leviathan: I just—can we move on?

✄

you: So, what do you hate most about me?

Leviathan: Well, I don’t really hate much about you, so I had to think really hard about this, but your…confidence?

you: You love and hate my confidence? 

Leviathan: I-I don’t hate it per se, but I’m more so envious of your confidence in a way?

you: Jealous of my confidence?

Leviathan: Yeah, I think? I love that you’re sure of yourself and can stand up for things, but I also hate it because I don't have that. I don't have that same self-love you have about your body or-

you: Levi— 

Leviathan: I-I know, I know. ‘Stop talking bad about yourself.’ Sorry…

[ do you think you could try again? ]

you: We’ve argued a lot through this, but I think you know what my answer is.

Leviathan: (Y/n)—

you: Levi, I love you! I still do. I never wanted to break up with you to begin with! Please! Just give us a chance! Give me a chance to show you that you deserve to be loved!

Leviathan: I…(Y/n), I don't know. You could do so much better…

you: I don't want ‘better,’ Leviathan, I want you. You’re enough for me.

Leviathan: {flustered} 

you: Please? Let me show you this can work.

Leviathan: O-Okay, yeah. Let’s try.

you: I missed you.

Leviathan: I missed you too, angel. {smiles}

you: {shy giggle}

Lucifer: That’s all I need. {smirks}

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[voltagesmutter]

Diphallia

Final three part smut series about Leviathan and his blessing.

Pairing: Leviathan x MC (F)

Fandom: Obey Me.

Warning: Diphallia (Double Penis), first time intercourse in relationship, double penetration.

Notes: A thank you to @theinariakuma​ for your help as always, I owe you so much.

Tagging: @darkfaerry, @otome-smut-queen, @0-miles-away, @rainbowscythe, @minteyedoll, @theshove, @thebestaqua32, @rensphilia, @beelsdessert, 

[Part1] [Part 2]

Part Three: Reunited [Final]

“Are you really sure about this?” His teeth taking her bottom lip, tugging gently as hands rested on the curve on her waist. Thumbs toying with the waistband of her skirt.

“God yes,” Running her tongue over his bottom lip as he had done the day he left. “Please, yes,”.

He tried to stifle the groan that left his throat as she took his hands in hers and slid them up her thighs beneath the flimsy material of her skirt. Wetness prodding against his fingers to feel the soaked folds bare as she wore no panties beneath it. 

Her hands let go of his as he pressed his thumb to her clit, circling in a motion he knew she loved whilst two fingers ran down her slit before pressing into her tight core. Her hips gyrated down as she rode his fingers, her hands hastily undoing his belt to free the mouth watering confinements. 

“Here?” He whispered, already knowing his answer from the way her hips dipped down against his hand. The wetness of her that soaked down beyond his knuckles and the soft moans that left her parted lips.

“I- I don’t think I can wait, I need you ,” Clenching over his fingers in time to her hand wrapping around his right cock. “But... but I can if you want too,”. He could sense the desperation and need in her voice. 

“I can’t either,” He groaned, head thrown back as her left hand took his left cock. Her hands pumping him in soft movements, savouring the groans that left him.

It was the dead of night, cramped in the back seat of his car with her straddling him. Her t-shirt pulled up so her naked breasts were exposed whilst Levi was still dressed in his uniform. The moonlight being the only source of light in the empty car-park. 

Leviathan had been the last to exit the boat due to his status, her waiting patiently by the side of his car after repeatedly telling Lucifer that she wanted to fetch him alone. Lips too busy locking in an exchange to share pleasantries, Levi pushing them both into the back of his car as she moved on top of him. 

“I-ah, I need you,” She whimpered, letting go of his left cock to grab his wrist, pulling his fingers out of her. He wrapped them around himself, letting the glistening stickiness of her arousal coax over his cock. Reaching to his side, she grabbed her purse, a bottle of lube being pulled out as she pumped thick squirts onto her hand. 

Levi watched and waited with bated breaths as she covered his left cock before rising above it and letting herself line against his tip. She was on birth-control to help her menstrual cycles, no need for a condom as she slowly lowered herself down. Her eyes opened wide as she clung to his uniform jacket, the toy she used had stretched her perfectly to take him but it could not prepare her for the feeling of the pulsing heat of him inside her. Moans filled the small space of the car as she worked into a slow rhythm, raising up before lowering down until her walls loosened the grip on him. His left hand fondled her breast as it bounced lightly in front of his face, watching the pleasure twist across her features. His right hand pumping his other cock in-time to her movement, occasionally grazing his fingers against the inner of her thigh. 

“W-what are you…” His face going red as she raised herself so only the tip was in her, her hand batting away his on his cock as she coaxed it in lube. She held his at the base as she positioned herself better, guiding him to her core as she once more lowered down. This time, taking both of him into her as she cried out. “I want- all… Oh god… all of you,”. Complete in awe at the situation as she took him, a feeling completely new and exhilarating to the both of them as she continued to rise up before lowering down. His eyes completely struck to watch both of his cocks disappear into her tight heat, inch by inch into the velvet folds of paradise. The feeling of being complete, of being so full she felt his cocks at the back of her throat as her stomach pooled with heat. The intensity of it grew as she moved down him more. It only took a few rolls of her hips before-

"F-fuck..." The whine left her lips as her hips stilled, back arching as she was pressed to his lap. Both of Levi's cocks buried deep inside her. Levi couldn't think as he watched her, felt her clench around both of him. His cheeks red at how quick she came. Fingers scratching into the material of his jacket, jaw-slack with her eyes tightly shut. Immense pleasure on a new level taking over her body, white tingling heat coursing through her body as she pulsed violently around him. 

The emotions of being back with each other, their first sexual intercourse together, the fullness of him inside her, all of it being too much and plunging her off the edge head first into a mind-blanking climax.

Head thrown back with one hand on her breast still whilst the other dug his nails into her hip, pushing himself up against her as his back curved slightly. Unable to hold back as a choked groan followed a few heavy gasps, heat flooding inside her. The intensity of her sudden orgasm being his undoing as he came without warning, shallowly thrusting as he rode out his and hers releases. Her forehead pressing against his as they both panted, unable to describe the feeling taking over them. Neither had been so undone so fast. Levi still adjusting to the feeling of all of him being buried inside her, head swimming with pleasure at the tight velvet of her heat gripping him. 

“A-are you okay?” Finally asking after catching his breath, pushing the strands of hair that had stuck to her face.

“Yeah- I.. I just need a minute,” She panted, eyes still shut as her head flopped against his shoulder. They rested in the silence of the fogged up car, exacerbated breaths being the only sound. Levi’s hands curling around her to keep warm, tracing shapes of all different manners up her back whilst the softness of his lips left fleeting butterfly kisses along her forehead. 

“I’m sorry,” A meek whisper paired with rounded doe eyes glancing up at him. 

“Whatever for?” Confusion took over as he cupped her cheek in his palm, his other hand pulling down her down her top to cover herself.

“I didn’t mean too… make it finish so quickly. I- I wanted it to be a surprise… special. And- and I ruined it-“ Her words trailing off at the end as he cut her off .

“Hey, hey no tears,” Cupping her other cheek and pulling her face close to his, “That was… amazing. Everything about you is amazing. Your perfect, that was perfect. I can’t believe you even did that, no one has ever done that before…”. Pressing a delicate kiss to her lips as his thumbs wiped away the fallen tears, “You could never ruin anything, your so perfect, so so perfect. I still can’t believe you, practically a living angel, wants to be with me,”. A light chuckle from him followed after his words. It was rare for him to speak in such depth, to wear his heart on his sleeve so boldly but when it came to her. He’d climb to highest peaks of heaven to declare how he felt her. She was his guiding light, his tiny piece of stardust, his normie.

“I love you,” She whispered between a sniffle, overwhelmed by his words. 

“I love you too,” Holding her closer in a tight embrace, neither wanting to the first to let go.

 -

“Promise me you won’t be too long,” Barely managed to be spoken as his tongue glided across hers. Her hands buried back in his hair as he pressed her into the side of the brick wall.

“If I had the choice I’d be right upstairs with you,” He groaned as he pulled away, a string of saliva splitting between their lips. Their clothes adjusted, the stain of mixed release from when he finally pulled out of her was covered by the long material of his jacket.

The minute they walked in, he was bombarded with greetings from his brothers. Despite the chaos, Levi loved his family and they loved him. However, his gaze was not on his brothers, but on the woman quietly sneaking up to the bedroom, seeing her lips mouth out, 'I'll be waiting' before she slipped up the stairs. 

Levi was growing impatient as he was getting asked questions from everyone. 

Lucifer asking if he made his reports. Mammon about any treasures. Asmo about his...scent? 

As his annoyance grew, he heard a small huff--he noticed it because that was where he wanted to go. Up to the young woman who'd stolen his hat before rushing up to his room. Impatience having gotten the best of her as well. 

"Sorry boys." She spoke as she moved between the small crowd. The shirt, his shirt, was a bit big on her, showing off the purple marking on the back of her neck as she latched onto his arms. "I'm going to have to steal the Admiral away now."

Bare legged and ready for more, the others became aware of the small human and her annoyance. A smug grin on Asmo’s face, missed by the others, as the scent that lingered heavily on Levi came flooding into the room each time she took a step.

Mammon's face went red as his jaw dropped open and Asmo waggled his brows at the woman with light giggles. Everyone else had the decency to be embarrassed and look away from her. 

Without another word, Levi took her hand and ushered out of the room, his body pressed to her back to shield her from the view of his brothers. Barely making up the stairs, stifles of giggles and lingering kisses kept them from moving. Until, reminding her of his strength, hoisting her up in the air with her legs around his waist as he carried her through the threshold of his room. One long, open mouthed kiss refusing to break apart as he kicked the door shut, placing her onto his bed as he climbed above her. 

Deft fingers popping the buttons on his shirt undone, leaving the almost transparent material upon her skin but with her torso exposed. His uniform shredded in a slow moving manner, both of them taking their time to admire the other in gentle caresses. Memorising every dimple, scale and bump upon the others skin, leaving a detailed map in their minds. 

“I love you,” Lips hovering above hers, honey eyes of amber baring into her soul. His weight gently pressing down onto her as his body covered hers from above, one arm pinning both her wrists above her head whilst the other softly rubbed down the curve of her side.

“I love you too,” Parting her legs a little more so he could fit snuggly between between them. Fitting together perfectly like a jigsaw puzzle. The softness of her thighs pressing up against his as he settled properly between her. His forehead pressed against her as she let out a soft sigh to feel his hand move down the curve of her hip and between her thighs to take his lengths into his hand.

“No matter what happens, you are mine and I am yours,” Amethyst diamonds on his neck shining, just like the one of the back of her neck. Neither of them sure what the future held, but neither cared as they had each other. Both loved one and other too much to give up anything without a fight. Something he never felt he was worthy of, but the way she stared up at him with trust in her eyes, the binding pact upon her skin and the rapid beating of her heart was enough to push his doubt aside.

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[cockroachmotherfucker10]

PRIDEFALL UPDATE: real or fake?

What is Pridefall?

Operation Pridefall, also known as Project Pridefall or simply Pridefall, refers to an attack planned by /pol/ (a political discussion board on the anonymous website 4chan) for all of June, AKA Pride month. The original 4chan thread, which has since been deleted, was primarily focused on “redpilling,” i.e. spreading queerphobic propaganda to make people question the LGBTQ+ community. However, now that it has spread outside 4chan, there are threats of harassing, doxxing, and outing queer people (especially minors) on social media, spamming gore and rape videos in private messages and Pride tags, and even kidnapping, assaulting, or killing queer people in real life.

Specific targets include Twitter, Instagram, TikTok, and dating apps. The goal is to go after smaller accounts so the queerphobia isn’t lost in the comments.

Is Pridefall real?

Yes and no.

I searched “pridefall” on 4chan last night. Apparently any new threads on it are being deleted, and anytime someone mentions it, everyone calls them slurs and says no one is doing it.

However, Pridefall is gaining some traction on Instagram--I have seen it for myself. I don’t have TikTok or any dating apps, but I’ve heard that some people are spamming homophobia on TikTok. As for Twitter, I only looked briefly, but I saw some Pridefall accounts there, as well as a lot of warnings and blocklists from people who are worried about it.

I’ve also heard that there have been a few Reddit and Discord raids, and that there is an Operation Pridefall Discord server (someone who spied on them says they have been banned on Discord as well as a platform called Riot before, so very few people are left on the Discord server now).

What do you think, Lia?

This is not coming from 4chan. No one on 4chan is interested anymore.

Most likely, people outside of 4chan heard about it and decided to take matters into their own hands.

The original 4chan thread wanted to make Pridefall “normie-palatable” by avoiding Nazi imagery or other overt unpleasantness, but I have seen a LOT of both on Instagram. This reinforces my belief that 4chan isn’t doing this.

A lot of the people behind this are young, or at least unsophisticated. Most of the Pridefall accounts on Instagram engage in very childish trolling, and one of them said they were a minor. Some of the threats I’ve seen are so outlandish that I can only imagine they came from a fairly young person.

My guess? Most of these people are around 13-19.

There are also very few of them and some of them probably have multiple accounts. Anti-Pridefall accounts outnumber them by far.

However, on Instagram I’ve seen Pridefall accounts following each other and commenting on each other’s posts, so there may be a few groups working together.

A lot of this shit is going to get deleted. I know Instagram is working through reports very slowly right now because they have fewer people available due to COVID-19, but most of the worst accounts I saw last night were deleted by this morning. I saw some more accounts deleted today.

Most, if not all, of these Pridefallers are just trying to scare us. Because they’re probably quite young, there’s very few of them, their accounts keep getting deleted, and law enforcement can track online activity, there is no way they have the balls or resources needed to coordinate major attacks.

There is a very, very slight chance this could spill over into real life, but as long as you practice basic online safety, you will be fine.

That being said, if you are threatened or doxxed by a Pridefall account, PLEASE contact the police. Better safe than sorry.

I do think that the threat of being doxxed or outed is more real than the threat of being attacked. I have already seen one Pridefall account who posted a trans boy’s address on Instagram (he is okay, he posted recently) and another who posted someone else’s address.

There is little chance this will last throughout Pride month. Apparently the goal is for Pridefall to worsen until the end of June, but given that this is most likely just some vastly outnumbered teenage trolls who are bored in quarantine, I seriously doubt they’ll be able to stay interested for a whole month.

This might not be as big on Tumblr. Tumblr is a lot more anonymous than, say, Instagram, which will hopefully deter would-be doxxers. It’s also known to be a highly liberal and queer-friendly site, so any Pridefaller with half a brain cell should know that A) their content is sure to be outnumbered and reported (only us Tumblr users know how bad staff is at deleting questionable stuff), and B) anyone with the original goal of “redpilling” is sure to fail here. Plus, I only remember seeing few, if any, mentions of Tumblr on Pridefall planning threads.

Still, expect to see some Pridefall activity here. Unsurprisingly, not all of these Pridefallers have half a brain cell. Some of them will definitely be unable to resist the lure of a community as openly queer as Tumblr, and we’ve all seen or heard about doxxing, harassment, gore, Nazis, and queerphobes on here. Also, 4chan has historically had some beef with Tumblr, so young teenage boys who idolize 4chan may target us for that reason.

How can I stay safe?

If you have any social media accounts where you A) have posted identifying personal information, and B) are openly supportive of the LGBTQ+ community (especially if you’re queer yourself), put them on private for June. Any other accounts are probably fine to stay public.

If you need a private Tumblr, you can make a password-protected secondary account and only share the password with mutuals you trust.

It is probably okay to be openly queer on a private account (e.g. have pronouns/rainbow emojis in your Instagram bio), since a private account is not likely to be doxxed. But if you want to be extra careful, remove queer identifiers from anything that is publicly visible.

Use Pridefall blocklists. They’re all over Instagram and Twitter. I may repost some here.

Report any Pridefall accounts you see. This is VERY important because this is how we can actually get rid of Pridefall content.

DON’T RESPOND TO ANY PRIDEFALLERS WHO PERSONALLY INTERACT WITH YOU. I know it’s tempting to give a snarky reply, but if they message you, comment on your post, etc, just block them. Seriously, don’t feed the trolls. It's exactly what they want.

Make sure your password game is strong. Use a different password for every site (I know, I know, it sucks), and use passwordmeter.com to test their strength. Write them all down on a piece of paper.

Make sure your username game is strong. Don’t use the same username for multiple sites, and avoid putting personal information in your username, such as your name or birthday.

Do NOT open random links!! Pridefallers could message you links that will give you viruses or track your IP address.

Don’t accept DMs or follows from people you don’t know. Pridefall accounts don’t always look like Pridefall accounts. Some of them are undercover.

Use a VPN. This is probably a little overkill unless you’re particularly at risk of being doxxed, but it will hide your IP address.

Be careful who you interact with. A lot of queer people on Instagram are DMing Pridefall accounts or commenting on their posts, but this could make you a target. As helpful as anti-Pridefall accounts are, you might even be targeted for following those.

Be wary of Pride tags. Unfortunately, a lot of Pridefall accounts plan to infiltrate tags commonly used by queer creators during Pride month. Use discretion when looking for queer content.

Be safe IRL. Lock your doors, lock your windows, be aware of your surroundings, don’t walk alone in poorly lit places, know basic self-defense, etc. Again, I absolutely do not think people will be attacked in real life, but you should be doing this shit all the time, not just in June. Thanks to COVID-19, you’re safer inside anyway!!

Make yourself hard to dox. Even though I have a very unusual first name (it's not really Lia), I am extremely hard to find online. I just went into an incognito browser window and searched my first and last name in quotation marks, but I didn’t find myself until page 4 of Google (and that result wasn’t even posted by me). I’m only half as careful as I could be, but here’s some of the things I do:

-I never use a picture of myself as my profile pic, except for Facebook and Instagram, which are both on the highest privacy settings possible.

-If I post identifying information on a public account (my college, my age, etc), I use a pseudonym or my first name only.

-On Instagram, I only use my first name, and I used special characters to type it, so you won’t find me if you search my name.

-On Facebook, I only accept friend requests from people I know. Most, if not all, of my Instagram followers are IRL friends, friends of IRL friends, and trusted Internet friends.

-If I’m really being paranoid, I’ll make a brand-new email account to sign up for a site. That way, my accounts aren’t all linked through one email address.

-Before I post a picture online, I delete the EXIF data with verexif.com, since EXIF data can hold GPS coordinates.

🌈 Stay safe, everyone.

You will not be harmed. You will be okay. Like cockroaches, we are survivors, and we will get through this!! ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

-Mod Lia

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[acheez]

since it's valentine's day, who would take you on a date and who's your mutuals valentine's date?

okay, i am sorry in advance if i dont tag ALL my mutuals (i have my 8 or 9 mutuals by defaulr that more than moots are fam man) so yeah thats it. i will make who are our respective dates and their gift. GRAMMAR MISTAKES AHEAD LMAO

me and enji -> he is gifting me a trip to his hometown and if its still there a nice fuck on his childhood bedroom...... YEAH SO NOW ONTO MY MUTUALS

@tarxaglia and yuuta -> he would gift you discord nitro you fucking virgin piece of shit. you even lost your mod rights but dont worry, he will make an amongus server and name you owner

@jozhenji and the tsukishimas -> they are gifting you the mangas you always wanted but the book deposit takes months to supply <3 but surprise, they arrived in time now and they,,,, they took a sneak peek andy..... and they will use it against you

@necropxlis and getou -> he gifts you a coupon for an entire free day with him full of hugs, blankets, soup and massages because you deserve to feel good, loved and with no pain whatsoever

@seraphofthesimps and atsumu -> a life. get a- atsumu is gifting you a selfcare kit. just like kita did for him in his highschool years. but he is going to make you share everything. the bath, bubbles, lotion but man, at least he gonna dive u that sloppy soapy D

@galvore and oliver -> his gift is taking you to one of his games, im sorry he has a schedule and he wont leave you home alone. his hift however, it comes after the game and ove the locker room empties..... lets say yall gonna bang and then go to a candeloght dinner ...... with his cum stuffed in yout cunt ands secured by your panties

@anxiousbabybirdb and taiju -> he knows you hate your job thats why he if gifting you another one.but lets be real, he is not gifting you another job only bc u hate it. he is possesive and he cant stand having you joke all day about someone elses dick when HIS is the one that makes you cum over and over again

@lucynnamonroll and inui -> aside from the wedding and ..... all the gifts WE gave you both, i think inui would gift you a custom pokemon game, that means, a game in which you two are the protagonists and there are only your favorite pokemon in the pokedex.

@nishiannoya and hinata -> he is gifting you a job in case they fire you i hope THEY DONT BUT if you makki, hinata will make the best working yet trophy wife out of you. he is also gifting you a wild night...... with makki cause he also needs a job and he hired him as a stripper for the day

@barbabetos and levi -> he is gifting you matching outfits. he knows is normie but he gets all funny inside when he sees that your dress is matching his jacket or your socks match his shoes so, what's better than an intentional matching outfit? that way you wouldnt only look cute, but also show everyone who you belong to

#fan: unknown #fan mail

[gokiburikko]

knowing your partner well makes writing together a lot easier. tag this with the people you enjoy roleplaying with but want to get to know better.

BASICS :

name: che. the one and only

age: 28 in one day under one month

preferred pronouns: she/they, but i’ll take he too. idc much tbh

sexuality: idk man everyone is out to let you down

zodiac sign: year of the bow wow c: (otherwise: see question number two. show your work)

taken or single: take a wild guess

three facts:  

1. the company i work for has so little funds that today our internet got shut off. someone please hire me, i need to get out of here.

2. i’m ridiculously ambitious and impressively slow, which works out about as well as you’d think. my attention span is also in the negatives, which would have the effect you’d imagine.

3. comedy is the most important thing.

EXPERIENCE :

how long (months/years?): on tumblr, this is year 10. in total, around 20.

how’d you start: back in the day there were these things called shrines, and any good one had a chatbox embedded in its sidebar. some people would leave regular normie comments, but other people would, say, fill in the name field with something like “goku” or “kagome” and in the message field, they’d write a statement as though they were that character. this was my first exposure to RP. my initial messages were as zria/zorya from shaman king.

MUSE  PREFERENCES :

female or male: in terms of OCs, i skew heavily female. why? idk maybe they’re nicer to look at. in terms of canons, i skew heavily male, because there is a distinct shortage of appealing female characters. ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

favorite face: i have so many fcs for so many muses not even on tumblr, but if i restrict myself to the on-blog muses, it’s definitely this cherub. i don’t think it hits the same without context, because i’ve tried showing the scene to others and they haven’t had the same reception, but this is one of the most beautiful moments i’ve seen in a manga in a long time.

(she’s so free, at ease...)

least favorite face: again, limiting myself to muses on this blog, it’s this one...surprise? there are other non-manga fcs that suit naux better, but i’m not sure how this community would receive her if i changed it up. then again, it’s not like she’s seen much action lately anyway...

WRITING  PREFERENCES :

fluff, angst or smut:  i mean. does it really come down to candy, sex, or sadness? do people not write about other things? i’m more or less okay with any of those, but you know what i never see on tumblr anymore? adventures. mysteries. plot-based things instead of little character vignettes. i’m not opposed to those, but sometimes you can’t help craving something a little more substantial...

plots or memes: i want to plot more with people, but nothing ever pans out ): historically, i guess i’d prefer memes just to break the ice or generate ideas, but my inbox has been a little sparse lately...

are you like your muse(s): i mean, if you voltron them together, of course something will hit. everyone puts at least a little bit of themselves into their writing. the human ego is too persistent for a writer to be totally divorced from their work, etc, or something. 

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