#obey me what ifs

[astaroth1357]

So. As something of a connoisseur of depictions of the 7 Deadly Sins in media, I was just mulling over FMAB and thought, “I don’t know if anyone as crossed this over with OM before, but that would actually be kinda fire though.”

Like, imagine each of the brothers with the destructive powers of their respective Homunculi.

~♡♡♡~

Lucifer coming off as the most normal at first, until MC catches how his shadow bends and curves to avoid harsh light. They swear they sometimes hear him chuckling in the dark corners of the House, but they never actually find him anything there when they check. Red eyes reveal themselves in unlit rooms and follow them through the halls, all the while they keep wondering how he always seems to know where they are whenever he's away…

Mammon hardening his skin to be tougher than diamond, then using it to reinforce his claws and smoothly cut a perfect circle into glass display case. Him letting himself get punched when things don’t matter, but instantly hardening his cheek to break the assailant's hand whenever he starts getting serious. Or literally using his body to protect MC from harm as their first man and loyal shield.

Leviathan having a MASSIVE aquatic beast form that he shoves into a normal sized body, making him feel even more distant to others. Using transformations to regularly make himself look like his favorite anime characters/idols since he can’t stand the thought of looking at his true form. Yet, he still has that conservation of mass going, so he can simultaneously look like a 12 year-old girl and kick a car down the street like a soccerball.

Satan using his gifted sight to become an absolute force of nature. Not just a mere brute, but a sophisticated and effective killing machine with the wit and reflexes to mow down entire armies before breaking a sweat. Never blinded by fury, but harnessing his rage behind every inescapable strike. Him silently vowing that any threat to MC or his family will barely get to finish a thought before he's cut them down with precision and grace.

Asmodeus mostly using his extending nails for glorious manicures, but not being afraid to pierce the heart or lungs of anyone he doesn’t much like. He hears an incubus talking shit from a few tables down and stabs a hole through the jerk's skull while never looking away from his milkshake. His fights with Mammon getting 1000 times more destructive as his razor sharp claws bounce off his brother's skin and dig into the walls and furniture. The only thing he hates about them are how long it takes to scrub the blood off his nails afterwards.

*silently contemplates the possibility of Beel ripping himself in half to reveal a nightmarish second “stomach” capable of sucking anything into a blood-filled pocket dimension of which there is no light, hope, or escape* … Okay, moving on.

And of course, for those unaware FMAB Sloth could run at like the speed of sound which was threatening because he was also a behemoth. However, Belphie probably weights 125 pounds when wet, so… I admittedly get a giggle at the idea of him giving Lucifer a speed-of-light drop kick from across the House. That is probably all he would use it for, too. Him just getting those horns out and going into ramming speed… What a menace

Bonus: Wonder what kind of alchemist Solomon would be? 🤔

#speedster belphie sounds so goofy #you actually expect him to run?? please #and i would kill to see satan take on a tank with just a sword #AND WIN #ill get my attraction to dangerous people #checked out eventually #obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me headcanons #obey me belphegor #full metal alchemist #full metal alchemis brotherhood #obey me what ifs #obey me crossover

[tsukibarara]

Mammon: What if we didn't broke up? What if we comeback?

Mammon: What if we work?

MC: If we work, then we have money.

#Mammon full of what ifs #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me incorrect quotes #obey me swd #obey me mc #obey me mammon #obey me gender neutral mc #obey me gn!mc

[ofallthingsnasty]

Crocodile takes his fat basement wife shopping for clothes and is disappointed and irritated that none of the stores have anything in her size

Cue custom made wardrobe where everything fits her perfectly (that is the dream)

Or maybe he gives her a bunch of magazine catalogues and tells her to list down what outfits she likes. And his poor soggy wife obeys but thinks the whole time “this is cute but it won’t fit me” or “I’d be too scared to wear this in public but I’d like to imagine it”

She doesn’t think much of it but a few weeks later every single item is in her wardrobe and to her size (with a few outfits that he wants her in thrown in)

Oh goodness, stop, that's too cute. Are you trying to kill me? 😭 I can see him taking you shopping and getting furious when they don’t have anything in your size, like what kind of retailer is this supposed to be? Ridiculous  - but that would happen if he were normal about you. And he really isn’t, haha. When it comes to Crocodile, basement really means basement - you’re a liability, a weakness. Not something other people need to know about.

tw.yandere, fem + fat reader, basement wivery

He practically slaps those catalogues down and says that you can get the whole thing if you so wish - but pick something, storms off and doesn’t even wait for an answer. It’s a treat, a reward - and those are rare coming from him, especially when it concerns your appearance. You have very little say in what clothes he puts you in, everything down to your socks is picked out for you. It’s important to him that you two match, even if no one except for him (and occasionally Ms. All Sunday) gets to see you. It’s all about his ego and entertainment and power. So you being allowed to pick out something you like? You must have been on exceptionally good behavior for that to happen. It’s just a shame that the models in the magazines don’t look like you at all, even if they have the clothes in your size. You feel more and more tense the longer you skim through the little booklets - nervous because you’re sure nothing is going to fit you well enough and anxious to voice those same concerns to him. He’ll just call you ungrateful and rip the catalogues from your hands again, maybe even punish you for being so selfish and spoiled, and that’s the last thing you want. You’re almost back to crying when you’re done building a million what-ifs and scenarios in your mind, it’s that overwhelming. It’s hard not to feel rushed between him waiting on you to drop the papers back into his lap and being insecure about your body. When you finally swallow down that big lump in your throat and simply circle some of the things you think are safe bets, he’s already impatiently chewing his cigar at his desk. So when he makes a grand show of presenting with your picks some weeks later, you’re going to be more than surprised to find some more… risqué pieces among them, things you definitely didn’t mark. And no matter how much your ears burn or how shaky you get, he’ll have you model every single item. He doesn’t care that you’re embarrassed, he gave you a gift. And you better honor that - not only by showing him just how snug some pieces are, but also by giving him a nice and proper thank you. See, he’s generous - you don’t have to ride him for it (although he certainly wouldn’t say no to that), some words of gratitude and a kiss on the cheek are enough.  

Play pretend with him, even for a little while, let him be your husband and he can be so, so good to you.

#idk something about that man wanting something soft and genuine while continuing his weird power play makes my brain itch #never a dull moment. although i think that he calms down considerably after marineford. but alabasta-era crocodile? a menace #/crocodile #/one piece #yandere one piece #tw.yandere #fat reader #chubby reader

[sunrise-imagines]

would you consider writing an evil marceline/reader hcs/small story? ^^

YES YES YES ABSOLUTELY. FINALLY I GET TO WRITE ABOUT HER. MY QUEEN. MY GOTH LOLITA GF. PLEASE STEP ON ME MU GOD-

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

TW: Toxic traits exhibited by Marcy, general mean girl vibes, teeny tiny nsfw reference (like it’s really only one line). This turned out way more toxic than I intended so sorry abt that

Vampireworld/The Star!Marceline the Vampire Queen x Reader Relationship Headcanons

• Meeeeaaan. Like teasing and bullying you is second nature to her, she’s such a spoiled brat. Will (very begrudgingly) stop if it really hurts you though.

• Wants your eyes on her and her only. She’s very possessive of you and gets jealous easily. If she sees anyone even looking at you funny, they’re getting their soul sucked immediately.

• Matching outfits? Matching outfits. If you don’t like her aesthetic, too bad. You’re wearing what she tells you to and that’s final.

• Constantly asking when can she finally turn you into a vampire, why would you want to stay human when you can join her and be together forever? (Plus getting to bite your neck and suck your blood would be totally hot)

• Loves to roughhouse, she’s really strong and if you can manage to best her she’ll be really impressed (she’d never admit it though, just scoff and say “You got lucky that time.”)

• Will take any chance she can to taste your blood, anytime you get a cut or scratch she is on you like a bee to honey, licking up whatever tiny drops she can. (If you are a person with a uterus, I don’t even have to explain what I’m thinking, y’all can guess 👀)

• Total princess, hates doing anything like chores, cooking or cleaning. That’s what minions are for, duh!

• Loves to make people uncomfortable with overt and over-the-top PDA, especially her Dad. She will full on make out with you in front of him just to spite him, she’s that petty.

• She’s so smooth it’s infuriating. All she has to do is whisper some sweet words in your ear and you become completely flustered, to her great amusement.

• Let her bite you pleeeaaase, she promises she won’t actually puncture the skin or turn you, even though she get dangerously close to your jugular and her fangs are digging in so hard they almost break the skin, but she never goes all the way (not yet at least).

• What she says is law, and there is no ands, ifs or buts about it. She says she doesn’t want you to hang out with that person? You don’t hang out with them anymore. She says she wants you to address her as “My Queen”? That’s how you address her from now on.

• You know she’s toxic, but she’s just too irresistible to say no to. She genuinely believes she knows what’s best for you, and as long as you obey her every command, she will always give you everything you could ever want. After all, what more could you want than her love?

#adventure time x reader #adventure time imagines #fionna and cake x reader #adventure time #fionna and cake fanfic #fionna and cake imagine #adventure time fanfic #marceline x reader #marceline abadeer x reader #marcy x reader #vampireworld marceline x reader #the star x reader #evil marceline x reader #sfw #sfw headcanons #mostly #marceline the vampire queen x reader #marceline the star x reader

[aneverydaysimp]

CLOSED FOR THE MOMENT!! Thank you all for the asks!! Will reopen as soon as I'm done writing them!! :))

Okay, y'all, I'm on my knees, begging, pleading, crying for some kind of request/s 😭 I need to get myself out of this writers block and actually post something on here for once in my pathetic little writer's life. So! As of right now, I am willing to write:

Angst

Fluff

Headcanons

Smut (may take awhile)

Crack

What ifs

The characters I am currently willing to write for are:

Lars Rorschach (for all time/lovebrush chronicles)

Clarence Clayden (for all time/lovebrush chronicles)

Rafayel (love and deepspace)

Zayne (love and deepspace)

Willing to attempt Xavier (love and deepspace)

Lucifer (obey me)

Mammon (obey me)

Leviathan (obey me)

Satan (obey me)

Asmodeus (obey me)

Beelzebub (obey me)

Belphegor (obey me)

Diavolo (obey me)

Barbatos (obey me)

Mephistopheles (obey me)

Simeon (obey me)

I'm willing to write for any pairings, but unless specified, will likely just use they/them or you pronouns for the MC :))

I really hope to hear some requests soon <33

#mephistopheles obey me #mephisto obey me #obey me mephistopheles #obey me shall we date #omswd mephistopheles #lbc #lovebrush chronicles #for all time #clarence clayden #obey me #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me boys #obey me leviathan #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #zayne love and deepspace #rafayel love and deepspace #xavier love and deepspace #love and deepspace #lars rorschach

[howdoyousleep3]

11. “Louder. Let me hear you.” IS SCREAMING SENATOR/INTERN

Hell yeah. ❤️‍🔥 Tags: established relationship, manhandling, anal sex, rough sex, dirty talk, hinted at exhibitionism, daddy kink Word Count: 811

Bucky feels like he’s drowning.

Each breath is a gasp, his lungs desperate for the oxygen he’s purposely depriving himself of in order to muffle his noises. The pillow he bites into does very little to assist him in this matter, yet it feels good to bite down on something, to put something in his mouth.

Always forced to be quiet, always forced to hide. Secrets, secrets, secrets.

Never out of his head entirely, always leaving one foot within the clearer parts of his mind. He can count on one hand the times he’s been able to leave his mind in full, the times he’s not anxious about the what ifs, the risks.

Always good though, always as good as he can be for Daddy. Always—

A smack on his ass, sharp and stinging, forces his eyes to water, forces his teeth to clench. He chokes on his wail, chokes down the greedy moan that forces its way up and out of his throat. His dick aches where it’s trapped against the sheets, ignored and throbbing from the friction of Steve’s thrusts.

Another slap then, smack, right atop the first one, followed by a dig of the senator’s hips. It stretches his rim out around Steve’s girth even further, as if the senator is trying to impossibly force his cock further into Bucky’s body. He can feel the older man in his throat, feels as if his ass isn’t the only hole being brutalized.

Steve lets out the noise Bucky wishes he could, the depth and emotion of it nearly rattling Bucky’s own teeth.

“I didn’t bring you all the way out here…to shove your face into a pillow and just take it.”

Steve takes a pause from riding Bucky into the mattress and leans down, blanketing himself over Bucky’s backside. And it’s as if the senator can’t help himself, as if the temptation of being inside of Bucky is too much, because even then his hips rock.

Bucky’s eyes roll easily back into his head.

Fingers slip through his hair, tugging, yanking his head back and pulling the pillow free from his teeth.“You think I brought you into my home so you could cry into my pillows?” Bucky can feel the smile on Steve’s lips press against the shell of his ear. “Don’t get me wrong—you know I love it when this dick makes you cry. But if you don’t start wakin’ up my neighbors, I’m gonna call you a fuckin’ Uber, boy.”

Bucky listens blindly, obeys in the exact manner that makes the senator’s dick hard—immediately.

His groan feels more than just a noise; it feels like a release.

He embraces the way it grates against the front of his throat, leans into the feeling of embarrassment when the desperation of the noise hits his ears. His breaths are distorted noises, pleading and ugly, ones that jolt and bounce in time with Steve’s thrusts. With the noises he lets out, Bucky almost mourns for the loss of the lewd noises of his ass being fucked, almost wishes he could hear them again even if they make his cheeks heat up and his eyes well up with tears.

But once the first moan is out of his mouth, he’s unable to stop.

And once he’s unable to stop is when the senator seems the most satisfied, his own noises hitting a more feral pitch.

Satisfied but never not greedy.

“That’s it. Louder. Let me hear you, baby.”

Always the listener, always obedient, Bucky moans. “Daddy…Daddy!” He gets a hand wrapped around the front of his throat for his troubles, for being good. He hopes Steve can feel the rasp of his groan against his palm. The senator pulls his hips back further, gives him longer strokes, digs his cock into Bucky harder.

“Yeah, there it is. Ain’t anybody here gonna get’chu in trouble for getting a senator’s dick all wet. You can be as loud as you want here.”

“Oh fuck,” Bucky pants, shouts. “The senator’s…dick. Get his dick all wet.” Bucky hiccups, whining as he reaches for one of Steve’s fingers to suck into his mouth. “Steve…Steve, it feels so good.”

Bucky’s certain he’s wailing.

“Fuck yeah, Buck. Pussy feels so goddamn good. Gotta let Daddy know you love it, gotta be loud as fuck for it.”

Bucky just repeats what he’s hearing, making noise feeling too good to question the words he’s saying. “Pussy feels…feels so good. Gotta let…oh god, gotta let Daddy know.”

Steve’s guttural groan into his neck almost feels better than letting out his own.

“Fuck, baby. You get the cops called on us and I’ll double your pay, triple it. Want the neighbors thinkin’ you’re dyin’ in here. C’mon, honey. Gimme that pussy.”

Always good, always as good as he can be for Daddy.

“Give Daddy this pussy.”

“Good fuckin’ boy…”

#askK #senator and intern #my belle tag #my writing #so hard trying to keep things short lol #did this real fast and for some reason it feels so rusty #consider it a writing exercise/practice lol #thank you bby!!!! #definitely have a thing for someone who is being slutted out just repeating what they’re being told lol 😵‍💫

[fluffimemes]

How would the brothers react to MC saying mammon is their favorite cause "he never try to charm, kill or actually kill me"

A/N: You literally don't know how guilty for not answering this any sooner, I am so sorry-

Asmodeus is excluded because I didn't know what to write for his section. It was very short and basic.

(My knowledge of Obey Me is going down the drain since I stopped playing the game)

Lucifer

When he heard MC say those words, he just froze.

How was he suppose to respond? He hurt them two times without apologizing.

The "What ifs" started pouring in, filling up his mind.

What if Diavolo wasn't there to stop him that one time? What if Solomon didn't intervene during that one dance?

Lucifer will apologize, you can hear the guilt dripping from those words.

He'll also show it through his actions. Sure, he already became soft with MC, but that's behind closed doors.

Now he shows his affections towards MC in public, even though it hurts his pride a bit.

It's the least he can do, right?

Leviathan

Tears started forming because he never stopped feeling guilty from the TSL quiz incident.

He may have apologized, but he didn't feel like it was enough.

MC sprained their wrist just because he was jealous of their knowledge, he almost killed them because of some stupid quiz.

Still remembers the fear in their eyes.

Levi will keep on apologizing, even if MC tells him that it's alright now.

He'll try to make it up to MC, even if they refuse. Let it be buying them a figurine or anything expensive in general, he doesn't care.

Satan

He pauses whatever he's doing, letting MC's word soak in.

Ah, Satan did almost kill MC because he wanted a pact with them just to piss off Lucifer.

Satan is actually speechless, not knowing how to start off an apology.

If he apologizes, it would seems he's only doing it because of MC's words. If he doesn't, he would seem insensitive.

Thinking really hard on how to approach this.

In the end, he got down on both of his knees and apologized.

Congrats MC, you brought Satan down on his knees.

Satan then starts rambling how irresponsible and immature he was.

Even if he's rambling, you can tell he's being genuine.

Beelzebub

Guilty as fuck-

Beel thought back how he almost hurt MC just because Mammon forced them to eat pudding.

Has the saddest look on his face while remembering that time.

Man, he even broke their room's wall.

Beel apologizes with his head hung low.

He offers to take MC to a bakery and buy them whatever they want.

He even has pudding in the fridge right now that he could give them.

Trying his best to show how sorry he is.

Belphegor

🧍🏻‍♀️

The amount of guilt pouring in makes him dizzy. He didn't even apologize after the incident, he and everyone else acted like nothing happened.

Doesn't have the willpower to look MC in the eyes, he doesn't want to see thier facial expression.

Profusely apologizes, he's trying to show MC that he's being genuine.

If MC does accept his apologies, Belphie will actually start crying.

Damn, bringing a 7th demon lord to tears, congrats MC (×2)

I hate how I wrote Belphie's part.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #obey me mc #obey me x reader

[pen-observing]

AND IF OUR LOVE MUST BE IMMORTALISED, LET IT BE LIKE THIS.

synopsis: all obey me characters + poems that describe your love.

LUCIFER +  “if you forget me” by Pablo Neruda.

lucifer wants you to know one thing - for perhaps his whole life - he has felt that something was missing. holiness and rebellion are two sides he tampered with and in them both, and even with every step he has taken to live - something was missing. you. with all of his choices, you melt into everything. he notices it all. you are the fire and the red branch and he must be the ash. you are in everything and everything carries him to you. yet, he has lost so many things already and he knows that humans are fickle creatures. when he is alone, he can’t help but think of the darker what ifs. still, he wants you to be free. lucifer lets you decide. but just know, that if you go against the darker voices in his mind - if you choose to remember him and love him (the same way he has already decided to do with you) - he will never truly be ash. the two of you would be destiny that burns forever. 

‘my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.’

MAMMON +  “how do I love thee” by Elizabeth Browning.

It would seem that Mammon has been counting the ways he loves you since the first day he met you. yes, since the very first day. he knows that he is full of flaws but the love in him remains holy. perhaps thats from the times he was an angel, because since then and forever forth he has imagined love to be the same way. he has dreamed of loving someone in day and night, in righteousness and praise and greed even. his soul dances around you; if he could - he would place it in your hands and watch it glow. he loves with passion and grief and warmth and selflessness and he would, after everything, pray to God for you. mammon would bend the knee to that extent if you wanted him too. he is just thankful that after everything - after almost losing love itself and falling - the concept of love has not changed; and it now carries your name.

‘i love thee freely, as men strive for right. i love thee purely, as they turn from praise. i love thee with the passion put to use in my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.’

LEVIATHAN + “somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond” by E.E. Cummings

Levi is aware of how silly it sounds to say that he loves adventure when others know his habits. but he truly loves it. the adrenaline and the heroism, and the tales and connections of all those legends - but out of them all, knowing you has been the biggest adventure of his life. he wasn’t expecting you or seeking you out when you first arrived but, over time, the seasons of nature changed and you stayed the same. sometimes you are too near and he is stuck between wondering why and pulling you even closer. his love is definitely a quiet one but it is steady - it brings balance. the answer always seems to be you. protecting you in his own way and letting you gently recognize all of his layers - its all so intimate. his love is deeper than anything else. whatever you say, he is willing to do. and he finds that in perceiving the world with you - that love unlocks more charm and power than ever before. 

‘somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond any experience, your eyes have their silence: in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me, or which i cannot touch because they are too near’

SATAN + “i dreamed i forgot” by Leila Chatti

many would describe that before satan came to be - all he had was dreams. he lived in them, through the eyes and the body and the wings of the man with whom he shares a complex relationship with. that is why he hates dreams that feel like prophecies. he knew his flaws oh so well, and he knew you too - so for a while he refused to admit to love. but dreaming of you means remembering you. dreaming of you means loving you. he always dedicates words to you. he was a fool when standing before you. he wanted so badly to cherish but while working on himself he doubted that he was capable of such a thing. but through dreaming of you and through watching you - he knew that denying love was impossible. satan’s love feels like a rush after the calm. it feels like he always calls out to you. now when he dreams that you forgot him, or that he forgot you, all he has to do is hear you sleeping peacefully next to him. satan wants to thank you a thousand times over. 

‘i dreamed i forgot you but to dream you was remembering. i have words for you only, a linguistic fidelity.’

ASMODEUS + “don’t go far off” by Pablo Neruda

Asmo felt like he, for the first time in his life, had to beg someone to love him. when met with you and your eyes - the inner workings of his doubt started to make him realise just how love stood high above infatuation and lust. asmo would wait for you no matter how long it took. he would wait for you in empty stations and parking lots or his heart would be lost otherwise. you ground him when your arm is wrapped around his. he wouldn’t say he is begging for your love but he is begging to be close to you.’ stand together and don’t go off too far in this love so that you look like a stranger’. ‘love me as much as i love you’. ‘home is the place both of us step in’ - he feels like he shines most naturally when your attention is the only one that matters.

‘don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart.’

BEELZEBUB + “i thank you” by Henry Timrod + “cottages” by M.A. + “aubade” by Amber Flora Thomas (i couldn’t decide on just one for him leave me be. the last one is erotic.)

with Beel love has always existed in its simplest nature. you were drawn to one another the same way the sun replaces the moon. but that is usually what happens to love that starts as a close friendship. as admiration. beel has thanked you so many times before he confessed. he has always felt that love towards you but actually noticing what it was just took him a bit longer. but does it really matter when he continued to treat you the same way? his love is always patient and kind and calm like the gentle wind. his love is always a ‘thank you’ and ‘lets build a home together’. ‘lets be at peace and let me bring you flowers’. ‘let us eat at this table together. i will bring a vase and you put the flowers in. i will kiss you and you kiss me back.’ it is so, so simple and thats what makes it truly wonderful. 

‘what not, do I see, when I see any rendition of your existence? you reinstated the dream in me; its sparkling collective of wishes’

BELPHEGOR + “to you” by Frank O’Hara

he knew that he loved you because the stars seemed to spell it out for him. he knew that he loved you because his love found rivers and mountains and sunsets and sunrises in your being and in your eyes. his love continues to turn you into stories connected to him because it doesn’t let you go. you chose each other and you continue to stay together. consistency. before he met you, he found comfort in the stars but true happiness was only found when he held you under them - when he talked to you. ‘i will always love you’ slips off from his tongue so easily when he sees you. you two build love, like architects do, and then you showcase it to the rest of the world. 

‘what is more beautiful than night and someone in your arms that’s what we love about art it seems to prefer us and stays’

DIAVOLO + “be arrogant” by Mahmoud Darwish

Diavolo has always seen you as someone so magical that you simply had to be hiding in everything. no, rather, everything was hiding in you. Sometimes he still blurs that line but he doesn’t mind - you’re that special that both of them are true. so, what he wants his love to convey is that you should always feel what he thinks of you. for a long time he has been the one with the biggest distance than the rest - almost unreachable. but even then. even while you were not aware - you remained the one he loved. yes, you are everything to him - a human, a lover, an angel, that special someone he loses his arrogance for. his love makes him feel small when he stands next to you. he loves comparing you to the earth itself - full of hope and possibility and too good to be true because he has lived so long yet it is your existence that truly shines. 

‘no matter your distance from me. you will remain an angel in my eyes and flesh. you will remain as our love wills to see you.’

BARBATOS + “sorting laundry” by Elisavietta Ritchie (actually made me cry while thinking of barbatos)

his love is unable to control the way you overflow into everything. into his dreams, his fantasies, his hopes and his hands. he has done ‘mundane’ chores for centuries and when they’re connected to you - they become his place of unravelling. he wonders how you have come to be folded into his life. all these ‘silly’ things are actually stories. when you got so emotional over the washing machine eating your favorite sock and when he gifted you these flowers that you liked so much that magic simply had to be used to keep them forever. you keep overflowing into everything. into public and private displays of love, into his constant thoughts. He doesn’t even dare to imagine what would happen if suddenly one day - you decided to leave him. he never lets you fold your own laundry. something about this act makes him so emotional that you can’t help but give in to his sincere eyes.

‘well washed dollars, legal tender for all debts public and private, intact despite agitation;

and, gleaming in the maelstrom, one bright dime, broken necklace of good gold

you brought from Kuwait, the strangely tailored shirt left by a former lover...’

SIMEON + “being to timelessness as it’s to time’ by E.E. Cummings

simeon knows that time matters in all things and its his tendency to always wonder about it while he loves. since time exists in all things that means that his love does too. in the air, the ocean, the land. in the places so many people cannot reach. he knows that lovers suffer but his suffering is rather sweet - its not tangible; it is simply worry for you. simeon will stand in front of anyone who asks - and if someone deems his holy love as anything but true - he won’t remain quiet. when your fingertips brush he is overjoyed. his love finds immense joy in all things that come back to you. this love has no fear. this love knows just what to say. it doesn’t matter what sages have to say; it only matters when you speak. 

‘love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun more last than star’

SOLOMON + “poem for haruko” by June Jordan (big thanks to @gatchagay​ that is the biggest solomon lover i know. i just couldn't find the perfect poem for him and they helped me)

when he walks from a simple grocery run to the place he calls home, solomon can’t help but wonder about his long life. you are definitely inside this home - if your form wasn’t sitting on the sofa that is already 3 years old then it would just be a simple house he holds no fondness for. because of you - so much has happened. the reason solomon never thought just one place could hold all of his love and sadness and happiness - is because he never had anyone to share those things with. he has witnessed the world change but his love for you just keeps blooming as it always has. that is the natural tendency. and when he comes inside, you hold his hand and he can’t help but bloom all over. plenty would describe him as fickle but he only dedicates himself to that which is truly worth it. you, this home, and the fact that your trace can be felt everywhere. 

‘now I do relive an evening of retreat a bridge I left behind where all the solid heat of lust and tender trembling lay as cruel and as kind as passion spins its infinite tergiversations in between the bitter and the sweet’

RAPHAEL + “love’s philosophy” by Percy Shelly

he has always seen holiness in everything. and there is truly nothing more holy than love. his love often feels like water - constantly wrapping around you; not changing in intensity but instead shaping to the way you need it to be. He is an angel and his love has been predestined; divine laws dictated it. Despite this, he knows that it doesn’t come without any work. His love is both an eternal attempt and admiration as well as divinely eternal. 

‘nothing in the world is single; all things by a law divine in one spirit meet and mingle. why not I with thine?—’

THIRTEEN + “serenade” by Djuna Barnes.

for someone that is best characterzied as ‘impulsive’ you would expect the same to be the description of their love. but, thirteen fell for you impulsively and so quickly that actually wording it, actually sounding it out and allowing herself to be so vulnerable was hard. rejection would destroy her after she finally found you. she doesn’t ask you to come, she just asks you not to leave. she thinks that being, uncharacteristically, quiet about the love but expressing it as if it was actually spoken - would make your own feelings reach that cliff of impulse and it would all come crashing down. you would come right into her arms. in this love, you were the first one who had to start it by saying something - but once you did - that was everything she had been waiting for.

‘three paces in the moonlight’s glow I stand, and here within the twilight beats my heart. i’m not asking you to finish, but—to start.’

MEPHISTOPHELES + “i am not yours” by Sara Teasdale

He belongs to one of those that refuses to admit the true reason his gaze lingers on you. one of those who feels his fingertips tremble when you stand near while he chooses words opposite of that. what good would it be to admit that he is so utterly lost in you? he has expectations placed on him - how could he get lost like a simple snowflake in the sea with a human? you are so different from him and he swears that this distance will clarify the situation but, when distant from you - he grows even more lost. his love confession came as a surprise to himself the most. it was like rushing wind. denial means nothing when love plunges so deep.

‘i am not yours, not lost in you, not lost, although I long to be lost as a candle lit at noon, lost as a snowflake in the sea.’

a/n: if you disagree with my choice of poems *shows you the list of my classes* i major in this and you’re wrong. this was so so fun but so hard?? because not only did i not want basic ass love poems; they had to fit the characters perfectly and they had to incorporate both the good and the bad since the game makes us see so much of their flaws. AND TO ADD TO THAT - THEY HAD TO BE GENDER NEUTRAL. tf u think i am?? to allow a poem mentioning she or him to slip inside and ruin your reading experience? 

i hope you enjoyed it!! 

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[thecameronchronicles]

Rules

TW: Severe angst (eating disorder), smut, daddy kink

SUMMARY: Trevor notes how you’ve been different lately and softly teaches you a lesson to love yourself as he loves you. 

WORD COUNT: 1300

*Requested*

Rules

"No, don't touch that!" He scolded, throwing his bag off of his shoulder and quickly moving across his studio apartment until taking the golden box from your hands and returning it to the desk in which you'd found it. 

"Is it hers?" You asked coldly, turning away and throwing yourself into the couch with a pillow set over your stomach for comfort as this seemed to act like a security blanket of sorts. 

"She's just part of the job, baby...Just a mark…" He spoke in exasperation as you could almost recite the following words from memory alone with just how often he'd spoken them to you. 

'Just this last job and we'll be set for life. No more shitty side jobs and I can give you the life we've always talked about." 

You sighed as it was all you wanted. A life with him. But she seemed to complicate things. Not because you really had any reason to worry, but because of how you couldn't help but compare yourself to her. She was pretty with a Nirvana's grunge aesthetic and a size or two smaller than you as you held this in your curves. Yet, if placed beside one another, this difference was hardly noticeable, but for you, it blared in repetition against your already present insecurities. It is why you stopped eating those three meals a day and optioned for salad-IF you ate anything at all. 

"Whatever...I'm going to bed..." He allowed you this, offering a kiss that you'd appease just for your own spark of sanity, before slipping beneath those covers wrapped in the coldness of your insecurities. 

As always, you'd awaken after he'd left for work and allowed yourself whatever breakfast you wanted. But it came with the price of two fingers down your throat after guilt had consumed you for the calorie intake in opposition to the body you wanted. Her body. The girl he was going to see...again... 

But where you would usually find success in this, you were only met with the familiar voice of Trevor booming behind you. 

"What the fuck are you doing?" He was at your side as tears streamed down your face, as he pulled you up by your wrist and into him, as if a groom pulling his bride over the threshold. 

"Why are you home?" You asked as he set you on the edge of the bed before taking a change of his clothes and setting them beside you. 

"Because I was fucking worried about you. You are sleeping so much and...and then I saw the plate when I came in..." He bowed his head. "Why do you feel you have to do this?" 

You pulled your knees to your chest, just wanting to shrink into yourself as you didn't want to be seen as weak, and maybe you weren't, just too consumed with the 'what-ifs'. 

"What are my rules?" You sniffles before looking off to the side. 

"Babe?" His voice was more tense, almost as if offering some kind of warning as you let out a sigh. 

"Honesty. Communication-" He would interrupt you. 

"Nuh uh...you don't want to follow them...so you're gonna tell me on your knees." You swallowed hard as he motioned in validation of his words. 

You obeyed, excitement pooling between your thighs as you nodded. 

"Keep going." 

"Honesty. Communication. Obedience. And monogamy-" 

"And let's add a few more." He spoke while circling you. 

"You have to eat three meals a day...I don't care what it is, but three times." He paused. "You will stay hydrated because I need you to have energy for me..." He now moved onto his knees before you, taking two fingers beneath your chin until you looked up to face him. 

"And lastly, which is one of those I thought we already covered, you have to tell me when you feel this way..." You slowly nodded. 

"How do I know my good girl understands me?" 

"Yes..." 

He tightened his jaw as you quickly made the correction. 

"Yes, daddy." 

"Good girl. Now I don't want to punish you because I think you've done that enough for both of us...so I want you to go tsie a shower for me...get relaxed-" 

"Trevor-" 

"While I make us some lunch." Your eyes narrowed, not usually one for such delayed gratification. 

"Go on..." He motioned as you collected the clothes he had offered before retiring into the shower. But as you looked over to the toilet, you watched him narrow his eyes from the stationary rest he made in the frame of the door. 

"Don't even fucking think about it." He warned before drawing your focus to his suddenly bare chest as he disposed of his clothes and stood at your side, forcing the water a bit hotter, before pulling you inside. 

"Trevor-" 

"Nmm-mmm" He shook his head in disagreement. 

"You wanna disobey me, there are consequences. I let it slide because you were hurting...but seeing you like this hurts me...so you're gonna make ME feel better now..." To this, he brought you to your knees in more guidance than dominance, but still with a tight hold to your hair as the water nearly scorched your already enlivened skin. 

"Be a good girl for daddy...show me you understand my rules...our rules, baby..." 

You swallowed hard before taking him as you had had many times before. And yet this seemed so different as all truth seemed to now be before you. Nothing hidden but his cock between your cheeks. You hollowed out quickly, taking him in swift succession as he moaned over you, the symphony of swelled breathing shorted by your actions acting as a symphony above you. 

"Oh fuck, good girl...making daddy want to reward you, yeah?" 

You nodded as he pulled you back to your feet, lifting you effortlessly around him and against the shower wall. 

"And how do daddy reward you?" 

"By coming inside me." 

"That's right. Because now we understand that the only thing you gag on is my dick, you got me, baby?" 

"Yes-" 

He pulled at the back of your neck. 

"Yes what?!" He scolded once more as you took in a sharp breath. 

"Yes daddy!" And to this, you sank down onto him. Immediately, your back arched and your body tightened to the sensations forced through you with such vigor. He was quick to set his pace, battering into you as always, but doing so with the reminder of how you belonged to one another. His lips soft where his hands were at a frenzy and his thrusts rough but deep with care. He was the perfect contradiction of broken and gathered that collected your pieces within his own and made a beautiful mosaic of fractured pasts molded into your love. 

"Fuck!" He belted behind clenched teeth as you continued to slide against the shower wall, the slip having allowed him to pull you faster until you called out to him in desperation. 

"Come for daddy baby...give me my reward, come on...good FUCKING girl!" He expressed, nails digging deep enough to draw blood, before you found your own release against him as well. 

"You break my rules next time baby, and I'll have to actually punish you..." You nodded as he carried you out of the shower and onto the sink. 

"Trevor? What are you-" You were silenced by the wrap he made of the towel as he led you back to be in his arms. This time, straddling straddling as you had in the shower before taking you to the dining room table, a small one with only enough seating for the two of you, but perfect all the same. 

"Now you're gonna eat for me...or so help me, I'll tie you to that fucking bed and make you-" You nodded, slightly intrigued by the latter, but not wanting to anger him. You loved him, and in his own ways he had shown the same to you...

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[lancermylove]

Please Take Care (HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: All x fem!Reader, Luke platonic

Warning: Slight angst, reader is starving/neglecting herself. 

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: OM! f mc who doesn't take care of her self and doesn't really eat will and faints alot of times because of it? all characters (luke is a baby >:( only platonic)haha i have been like this for 3 months(i hope you make extra love for simeon and satan because their my favorites ^q^)

A/N: Anon, eat, please. I went through this phase a few years back and the results of it were ending up in the ER and paying a hefty hospital bill. Please take care of yourself. 

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Simeon once again asked you why your skin was looking pale. He had gotten into the habit of asking you the same question every day, but you made up another excuse, not wanting to tell him the real reason.

"(Y/n), I feel like you are hiding something from me. Is there a reason you don't want to tell me the-" the angel stared at you with his mouth open, and for a good minute, he couldn't move. "(Y/n)?"

He rushed to the sofa you fainted on and gently patted your cheeks, trying to wake you up. Something was going on, after all, but why didn't you come to talk to him? Simeon was not expecting the doctor say you had not been eating well. He thought you looked skinnier and assumed you were on a diet but forgoing eating? No, he would not allow that.

When you woke up, Simeon thought he would lecture you for not taking care and give you an earful for not telling him the truth; instead, he pulled you into an embrace and buried his face on the top of your head. He was afraid to let you go and couldn't stop thinking about the what ifs. "(Y/n)...why? Why are you giving up on yourself like this? You know I care about you, right? If anything happened to you, I wouldn't be able to live with myself. Please, (y/n), take care of yourself, and let me take care of you."

From then on, your boyfriend tried to stay by your side every day to assure that you were okay, and whenever he was away from you, Simeon worried about your health. He even asked Lucifer to allow you to stay in Purgatory Hall so that he could keep a closer eye on you. No matter how long it takes for you to recover, the angel will stand by yourself.

“(Y/n), if I ask you a question, would you please answer honestly? Are you feeling alright? I have noticed - (y/n)? What’s wrong?”

The world around you started spinning, but before you collapsed, you saw a panicked Satan running to catch you. He was right to think you hadn’t been taking care of yourself. Why did he do something sooner? Satan felt guilty for not paying more attention to you. 

When you regained consciousness, Satan wrapped his arms tightly around your waist and sighed in relief. “Why? Why haven’t you been eating properly? Are you upset about something? If so, why didn’t you tell me? I...I’m sorry for not paying more attention to you. Whatever you are going through, I promise to be there for you. Would you give your boyfriend a chance to correct his mistake?” 

Since then, Satan checked up on you more often and set aside time every day to spend with you. He also made sure to eat all meals of the day with you, and if you didn’t eat, he didn’t eat. There was no way he would let the fainting incidents happen again, as your health and wellbeing was extremely important to him. 

Lucifer could clearly tell you were not taking care of yourself, but whenever he asked you about your health, you would dodge his question. He wasn't sure how to get an answer out of you, but he needed to know the truth. 

"(Y/n), my apologies for calling you to my office so suddenly, but I need to speak to you. Your RAD grades have been suffering recently. Is there a reason for that? Also, might I add that you don't look well. Are you feeling ill?" 

You suddenly started feeling dizzy, but luckily for you, Lucifer noticed that and caught you in the nick of time before your body fell against his wooden desk. As he tried to wake you up, he felt his heart jump into his throat. "(Y/n)....wake up...please."

While waiting for you to regain consciousness, Lucifer paced around the room- never once had he felt this restless. Had he not made it clear that you could share anything with him? Did you not trust him? Did he say or do something to hurt you or push you away? 

Only when you woke up did his pounding heart calm down. Lucifer sat at the edge of your bed and rested his hand on the side of your head. He wanted to tell you how nervous he felt and how worried he was but could only say, "You are alright...thank the hea-devil." 

Lucifer made you eat all your meal under his supervision to assure that you actually fed yourself. He made sure to call you every hour and asked one of his brothers to stay by your side when he couldn't. After you recover, Lucifer wants answers to why you hid everything from him, and he also wants to know if he did something for you to not trust him with your feelings and thoughts. 

"Yo, open the door, (y/n). I'm gonna kick the door down if ya don't open it in the next five seconds." Mammon counted down from five and sighed when he hit 0, "You asked for it! Here I come." 

He slammed his shoulder against the door, opening it with ease, but upon seeing your body on the floor, Mammon screamed your name. He scooped you in his arms and carried you to bed. "Why do ya feel lighter? Have ya been skippin' out on meals?"

Mammon didn't take the doctor's words kindly - why does he mean you haven't been eating for a few months? How did he not notice? The Avatar of Greed sat on the floor with his back against the bedframe, waiting for you to wake up. The second he saw you sitting up, Mammon jumped to his feet and cupped your cheeks. 

"Why haven't ya been eatin'? Are ya upset about somethin'? Ya know you can tell me anything, right? We...are datin'...and..," he sighed and rapidly blinked away his tears, "I...ain't a good boyfriend. Sorry, (y/n). I call myself Mammon the Great, but I ain't even smart enough to know when my girlfriend ain't well. H-Hey, I'm not tryin' to break up with ya or anythin', just...I'm gonna try to take better care of ya. Want to...get somethin' to eat? I ain't takin' no for an answer." 

Mammon tried his best to take better care of you, from making sure you eat and sleep to making sure you stay happy. Sometimes you would catch him staring intensely at your face, and when you asked him what he was staring at, Mammon would blush and say, "Nothin'. I'm tryin' to make sure you're ok..." 

"Sweetie, um...is there a reason you don't want to go out on a date with me? I know you said you were tired, but...," Asmo sighed and rested his hand on top of yours. "Why do I feel like you're hiding something from me? Beel told me a few days back that he has been eating your food. You are not trying to starve yourself, right?" 

Asmo got his answer a minute later as you fainted and fell into his arms. He quickly carried you to his bed, called a doctor, and messaged his brothers about what happened. As he watched the doctor examining your body, Asmo felt guilt weighing down on his shoulders. His responsibility was to take care of you, and he failed. 

Opening your eyes, you saw Asmo standing close to the bed, looking at you with a faltering smile. There were so many things he wanted to say to you, starting with an apology, but his words were caught in his throat. He could only manage to hug you and say he was sorry. 

Asmo did everything to help you recover, and for the first time in his life, he paid more attention to someone else's needs more than his. He was not going to let you suffer again.  

Belphie got the shock of his life when you walked into his room and collapsed a few feet away from the door. His sleepiness flew out the window as he hopped to his feet and rushed to your side. Was this related to what Beel told him? Had you been giving all of your food to his twin? Why, though? 

As he waited for you to wake up, Belphie tried to piece the puzzle together. He couldn't deny that he noticed something off about you, but instead of asking you, he assumed you were okay. How could he have slept so peacefully while you suffered by yourself?

"(Y/n), good morning...," he forced a smile. "Hey, was there a time in the past few month that you tried to talk to me about your troubles, and I fell asleep? I am sorry for not being there for you. It's difficult for me to stay awake...but I know that's not a good excuse. What I'm trying to say is...I haven't been a good boyfriend. Mind telling me why you haven't been eating and taking care of yourself?" 

Belphie was prepared to help you no matter what you told him. After the scare you gave him, he wouldn't be able to sleep peacefully without knowing you were genuinely alright. He has also asked his twin to help him with trying to get you to eat properly. 

“(Y/n)?” Beel ran next to you, dropped on his knees, and scooped your body in his arms. “What’s wrong? Please wake up!”

He noticed you weren’t eating properly and got all sort of foods from the Human and Celestial Realm for you to try, thinking you were bored of eating Devildom food. Beel even asked if you were okay, but why did he believe you when you said yes?

Sitting next to your bed, he took hold of your hand and watched you sleeping peacefully. “I’m sorry, (y/n)…I promise to take better care of you.”

And take care of you he did - Beel made sure to hand feed you and didn’t let you leave until you ate. If you refused to eat, Beel said he wouldn’t eat either, and no matter how much his stomach roared, he didn’t take a bite until you ate first. 

He now texts you every thirty minutes to make sure you are okay, and if you don't reply to his messages, he will personally come to check on you. 

Levi noticed you would sleep more than you usually do, but he assumed you were tired from all the schoolwork. He never expected to hear the doctor say you were starving yourself and not taking care. Useless - he felt more useless than before. What good was a boyfriend if he couldn't even tell that his girlfriend wasn't doing well and that too for months?

He pushed a few hairstrands out of your face and stared at your pale skin. "You...don't hate me, do you? I wouldn't blame you even if you did. Stupid otaku who can't even do anything right..." 

Levi's mind started to wander into the darkness and thought about breaking up with you. You deserved someone better who could understand you and take better care of you. 

When you woke up, the Avatar of Envy pulled you close to his chest and wrapped his arms around you like his life depended on it. "No...I can't...I don't want you to be with anyone else. I want to be with you and take care of you. I know I'm not the best at reading people, but I want to help you. You don't hate me, right? Please don't hate me...I promise to be better." 

Levi tried his hardest to keep that promise. He couldn't bear to think about losing you, or seeing you suffer, or watching you starve yourself again. He was going to help you get through this struggle, no matter what he had to do. 

Diavolo was expecting to spend the afternoon with you at his castle. It had been a while since the two of you had spent quality time together, and he couldn't wait to catch up with you. The prince was not prepared to get a call from Lucifer saying that you fainted. 

He dropped everything and ran to the House of Lamentation only to get the news that you had not been taking care of yourself. In a single moment, Diavolo felt like someone had pulled away the very ground he was standing on from under him. 

This was his punishment for putting his work before you, wasn't it? But if it was his punishment, why were you suffering for it? He should have checked in on you more often and made sure you were okay. 

"(Y/n)," his voice cracked as he took a firm hold of your hand and pressed a kiss on the back. "I honestly didn't mean to ignore you. Recently my workload increased, and I couldn't find the time, and due to my mistake, you....you...forgive me, please." 

You had yet to tell him why you hadn't been looking after yourself, but he continued to blame himself. Diavolo moved you to the castle and asked Barbatos to help you recover your health. Since then, he never let you out of his sight, and during the times where he absolutely couldn't bring you along, Diavolo asked Lucifer to stay by your side. 

Barbatos was stunned when Beel thanked him for all the delicious meals he had cooked. Those meals were supposed to be for you, so how did Beel taste them? Did you share with him, or were you not eating? 

He called you to the castle, saying he needed to discuss an important matter. The butler was ready to lecture you about sharing meals with Beel when those dishes were meant solely for you, but he never got a chance. As you walked down the corridor towards the kitchen, you started to feel dizzy, and before you collapsed, you called out to Barbatos.

As you slowly started to come back to your senses, you heard the butler's voice. "Was my cooking not to your liking, my love? I am aware that I pay more attention to my responsibilities than to you, but serving the prince is my priority. Please, do not misunderstand me. I care for you more than anyone, but...I believe I am making far more excuses than I should. Ah...you are awake? Did you perhaps hear my words?" 

Barbatos felt guilty for not paying attention to you, and with Diavolo's permission, he asked you to move to the castle. The butler made sure you ate properly and cooked all the meals you requested, no matter how difficult they were to make. Taking care of you was just as much of a priority to him as taking care of the prince. 

Luke thought you looked paler, but he didn’t want to sound rude by asking. He did try to ask if something was wrong, but you didn’t brushed aside his concerns by saying yes. 

You came over to Purgatory Hall to work with Luke on an assignment, not expecting to faint in front of the young angel. As you fainted onto the couch, you heard Luke screaming your name. He tried to shake you, call your name, playfully threaten to draw things on your face if you didn't wake up, but nothing worked. 

When you opened your eyes, you saw Luke standing next to the sofa, crying and begging you to wake up. The moment he saw your eyes open, the angel wiped his tears and threw his arms around your shoulders. “You are awake! (Y/n), the doctor said...you weren’t eating and taking care of yourself. Why? You have to eat! I can cook for you and make everything you like. I will learn all your favorite recipes, so...if I make your food...will you eat?” 

Luke stayed true to his word and learned all your favorite recipes. Throughout the day, he came to visit you and always brought food along with him. But before he handed you the food, Luke always pressed the back of his hand on your forehead to make sure you didn’t have a fever and examined your face to make sure you didn’t look pale. 

Solomon tried to call you countless times and was starting to panic. This was not like you - you always picked up his calls, and, in the moments you couldn't, you would send him a quick text saying so. 

With a quick apology for invading your privacy, Solomon used a spell to teleport him straight to your bedroom. There he found you leaning against the wall for support as if you were dizzy. Was is just him, or did you look deathly pale? Without wasting time, he ran to you, and right as you were about to faint, he caught you. "(Y/n)!"

Upon examining your body, he noticed you were not only pale but also thinner. What was going on? Were you upset that he wasn't spending more time with you? Were you battling something on your own? But...why did you think about telling him? 

"Hello, (y/n), are you still dizzy? I suggest you don't try to get up." Solomon stroked your hair and gave a small smile, "I know sometimes I give the air of not caring, but you know I care about you dearly, correct? You don't need to hide anything from me - in fact, I don't want you to hide anything from me. Being together means sharing your sadness and pain with me. Would you kindly explain what you have been feeling for the past few weeks?" 

Solomon couldn't believe you had been starving and neglecting yourself; moreover, he cursed himself for not noticing this. He would not let you continue going on like this, even if it meant force feeding you. 

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[p-r-e-s-t-o]

Long ass rant bc i needed to spill into the void, dont mind me.

My otome game hottake if I've ever had one is that it should be kept as is honestly. Can't explain the happy-giddiness I felt when I downloaded some admittedly poorly done otome games on my phone in like 2013 and realizing they're intended for girls like me instead of boys for once. I've always thought of the genre as a girlie safe-Heaven and honestly believe part of girlhood is playing some silly small otome games and trying not to smile at ur screen. Obey Me changed it up a bit although I personally don't see it as an otome game, ik others who do, by making the Main Character Gender neutral and that was chill, cool cool cool, innovative. Recently with the release of a big game like Love and Deepspace for instance I've noticed a demand to make it have a Male Main character for example because guys wanted to play too and it kinda iffed me personally because women/girls/fem identifying people are the target audience for Otome games, it legit means Maiden Game. I don't know specific identifiers for them since I don't play them, I do know BL games exist, they're out there, and I see no reason for them to breach the otome genre. I mean, I've never personally felt entitled to be included in a genre of content not intended for me at all even if what it presented appealed to me, like i may see some character and think "Wow he is hot" and then find out he's from a BL game, my first thought wouldn't be "Yo can you make a female main character, even though you honestly dont have to because you are a game/category intended for MLM and not Het or Bi women/fems? Thanks, i will wait on that". It's probably nonsense or me being young and immature but I feel irritated at the suggestion of sharing a space that was super unavailable to me when I was a kid and even now with men or male identifying people when so much of content has and does aim at them, but nooo the girlie little romance games have to suddenly accommodate men too because they feel entitled to it. Why can't something just be for girls? I don't get it. I feel like men get to be willy nilly in their spaces and games not forced to accommodate nearly as often as anything meant for girls, whenever something is intended for a female audience, it doesn't get to just be for a female audience, that really annoys me. I keep seeing "But obey me" as an argument for inclusivity bur frankly as an user on TT put it, having such options is a privilege, not a must. Otome games don't have to present themselves to everyone unless they choose to give players the privilege of it, because they've had an intended audience from the start who consume it frequently. That and Obey me isn't an otome game in mine and others opinions, it's more akin to Twisted wonderland, a rhythm game of sorts, especially nightbringer. Yeah, rant over, I just needed to speak into the void. May be controversial, but I genuinely don't hate anyone, I just feel irked at the expectation that me and others have to always make room for more because we aren't enough of a player base somehow. I've seen guys on tik tok say stuff like "Can't men just be attracted to men?" I understand you can't help who you're attracted to, I'm Bi personally, but just because you're attracted to some character doesn't mean an entire standalone genre has to change because you demand it imo, I don't get the sense of entitlement that comes with making that demand, and saying stuff like "Male MC?/No male mc?:(/ why isn't there a male mc?" is pretty mind boggling like do you know which genre this is rn pook. Do you know what otome means. Sigh but like, why can't something just be for the ladies? Genuine question smh

[oc-cafe]

No one killed the King.

It’s been three days, seven hours, nine minutes and exactly sixty nine seconds since Vea Amaris broke into our ballroom, collapsed on the floor and cried. In the past three days, seven hours, nine minutes, and exactly sixty nine, well seventy seconds since then, a lot has happened. My mother has decided to acknowledge herself as the queen until I breach eighteen. After that, I will be the ruler, and she an advisor.

Vea Amaris is now well enough to sit up straight, well partially. Their ministers  have already received a letter, explaining where their acting ruler is, as their father’s whereabouts are unknown.  Eren left early yesterday morning, determined to find King Amom. 

There’s so  much to do. Father’s funeral has already been held. We had no body to bury so we buried his falchion, even though he never used it. He stuck to his daggers until the very end, but they were lost at sea along with his beloved bow and arrow, if only we had them. 

Grief weighs down every move in the castle, Zuri can no longer be seen sketching the horizon or taking one of her long walks on the beach, she’s shut herself in her wing and has allowed no one to see her. She’s even stopped taking her meals with mother and I! 

I wish I could fault her, blame her, but it would be hypocritical of me. If I could, I would  hide away in my room as well, but I have duties. I am expected to rule while my mother recovers from the shock, she is still queen but I am still the heir. I still have to lead my people, I still have to look after Vea, soothe our agitated allies before they turn on us, defend my kingdom and most importantly, find my father’s killer.

There aren’t any leads to follow, I haven’t been allowed near Vea, therefore I cannot question them about his death. There’s no ship to inspect, no bodies, no witnesses, nothing. Nothing. NOTHING. 

Nothing’s such a horrible word, there’s no point to it. It’s the only lie we accept. Every question in the world could be answered with those seven letters, but it’s never nothing, is it? There’s always something, or someone. 

This is basically a long winded way of saying, I’m sneaking into Vea’s hospital room to ask them questions about my father’s brutal murder. Yay! This will definitely not backfire, Amaris is… reasonable, for the lack of a better word. 

My shoes are off, and all that could give away my identity is hidden away in my room, where I’ve arranged a few cushions to pretend that I’m asleep in my room. The borrowed (read: stolen) servant’s gown is slightly uncomfortable but nondescript enough that no one will pay attention to me. 

Now. I have a royal to harass. 

-X-

I quietly make my way around the clinic, careful to stay on my guard, while Ababyomi may be out for now, she’s sure to return soon, and she knows every single nurse that works for her. The second she’s back, I’m screwed.  The other nurses mill about restlessly, currently the only patient in the castle is Vea. That makes my work a lot harder. I manage to disappear behind the curtain that separates my mark from me and my questions. Vea looks less pitiful today, the swelling around their eyes has gone down, making them look less racoonish. The blood that clung to their armour and skin that night, has been painstakingly cleaned, the only trace of their injuries are the stitches that line most of their body. 

They cock their head to the side, and sit up. Their smile is tired and their hands barely obey them when they lift it in a silent gesture. “You’re welcome here.” It’s small and silent, a mutual understanding. We’ve both lost our fathers and for tonight, there is to be no mention of the war, only a grim compromise. 

 I’ll tell you what you want to know, and you’ll tell me what I want to know. No ifs, no buts. 

“Good evening, Vea.” I drag a chair next to their bed, allowing my body to finally rest. For the past three days, I’ve done nothing but run around, and deal with agitated allies. A few moments of rest and relaxation was much needed.  “Daraja. I am truly sorry about your father, I wish I could have done more , helped him, somehow.” 

“You still can, help me find who killed him, Vea. Please.” I want to scream and cry but diplomacy helped us before, perhaps it can again. 

“I’ll  help however I can…. For a  price.” 

“A price?” “Nothing is ever free Princess.” They smile at me softly, their gaze carries no heat, a simple aura of cool intellect hidden by a weak exterior. 

“I’m aware, name your price.” “A walk around the palace?” Well. That was…surprising. 

“Uh. Sure.”  What could possibly go wrong?

  -X-

After a nerve wracking  escape from the clinic, we wander around in the gardens, there is not a single soul in sight. Only Vea and I. 

For a few moments neither of us speak, the only sound passing between us is that of their cane sounding against the cobblestones. 

“So.”  A brave attempt at breaking the tension, a failed one but brave nonetheless. 

“Right.” “I don’t know how to start.” A beat. 

“I’ll tell you exactly what happened and then you can decide what you want to do with me.”  Vea offers, their gaze turned away from me.  They don’t wait for an answer.

“We set sail almost immediately after the treaty was signed. He didn’t want to wait until dinner, he didn’t want to wait a second longer. All he could talk about were his girls, he talked about Zuri and The queen but mostly, he talked about you and how proud he was of you. He really loved you Daraja.” The weather is exceptionally warm, even my eyes are perspiring.  

“  I wish both of us could have made it home Daraja, I really do, but when those monsters took me…” 

“Monsters? Took you? Wha-” WHAT MONSTERS? LITERAL? FIGURATIVE? ELABORATE. 

“They didn’t tell you, did they?” Of couuuurse they did, I’m just pretending not to know. Read the garden Amaris. 

“I’m sorry, um I forgot that Aiga wasn’t aware of  the skelons.”  Skelons? What? 

“Skelons?”

“It’s a long story…” “I’ve got time.” 

A/N: Has this been beta read? Absolutely not no. Has this been posted after a billion years? Absolutely yes. 

I apologise for the incredibly long hiatus, I really didn't mean to do that. I’m really hoping y’all haven’t lost interest yet.

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[therhythmafterthesummer]

I have more question and would like to hear your thoughts on some what ifs

1) do you think autumn wouldn’t have stayed in Chan’s pack if there would have been specific rules for omegas, even if they were ones to actually protect them? Ex: when close to your heat let others know when you are going out and request of someone else go with you

2) thoughts on if Changbin just so happened to find himself in a dark alley with Autumn’s ex and he knew there would be no consequences. Mine are I doubt the guy makes it out alive

3) like how Chris in the actual band doesn’t care about seniority and let’s IN do things like hold the trophy first, get first bites ex, does this happen in the actual pack?

4)if it was just mitten and Sir P/future cats for the rest of ever by themselves, do you think he’d suffer from lone wolf syndrome? Do you think he’d notice if he did get it?

5) are lunar eclipses and solstices also important for the wolves for runs and celebrations?

6) what if instead happy zoomies from Chris when he finally learns he’s gonna be a dad, he actually gets so excited and worked up he passes out? Thoughts? Cause like tbh it would be so cute.

7) for soulmates/truemates, if one of them were to pass would the other likely die of a broken heart? If so, does it ever happen to just other mates/packmates?

-🥝

love these so much, you already know.

she could've dealt with rules for omegas depending on what the rules were. if they'd been something like "omegas tend to the household while their alphas work" or "omegas must obey higher designations" she definitely wouldn't have stayed.

wr!Changbin has had his fair dose of anger issues, and i feel like all those would resurface if he saw Hyunwoo lol. he'd definitely try to fight, and at the very least, he'll get him unconscious..

yes, yes it does. Chris just wants his pack members to follow the very few rules he's put in place (help each other out when needed, speak out if you're uncomfortable, protect each other, anyone that's coming to the building must be introduced to Chris, and he will decide whether or not they can come into the den, etc). other than that, everyone's pretty much equal.

he wouldn't notice if he were suffering from lone wolf syndrome, at least not for a while. but, kitten and sir p are part of his pack, so he wouldn't get it anyway. in this universe, lone wolf syndrome is more about the pack than it is about being surrounded by other wolves. it's also why, when jisung found them, minho was fine. he wasn't alone, he had kitten (and his mum, and sir P, and kitten's dad).

yes, yes they are! i just haven't decided how they affect werewolves in this universe ahhaha. anything related to the sun, the moon, and the stars can affect them in one way or another.

awwwww, that's cute. i don't think he'll fully pass out, but i'm sure he'll be really close to hahah. he'll either try to go on a run to let those feelings out, or not detach himself from his prettiest for a second (aka, enters annoying protection mode).

yes, soulmates/truemates would die if the other passed. we know chris x pretty are soulmates, as are hyunlix x moss. with hyunlix and moss, if two of the throuple remain alive it's very likely that they'll survive for much longer, since they have each other, you know? if two of them die, whoever's left will die of a broken heart. same thing with pretty x chris. i feel like it's obvious that if pretty died, Chris would 100% die of a broken heart. what people might question is what would happen to pretty if Chris died.... pretty is human, but the universe has tied her to Chris, so she'd also die of a broken heart if he died. regular mates wouldn't necessarily die of a broken heart, but it's very likely that they wouldn't mate ever again (it'd depend on the relationship they had, honestly). pack mates usually wouldn't die of a broken heart if one of their own passed.

hope these answer your questions and that they make sense sjkdfhskjf feel free to let me know if they don't

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[hiswordsarekisses]

“All the promises in Jesus are YES and AMEN BUT a lot of the promises are actually conditional.

If you abide by His word the promises will prove true in your life. This is scriptural. Look up the “if’s” yourself!

Everything we have and enjoy is the sheer MERCY & GRACE of God. However there are conditional promises in the Old Testament and the New Testament (a total of over 8000).

God said “if” you keep my commandments all will go well with you (Joshua 1:8), and there will be blessings for 1000 generations, but if we fail to keep them, we will come under a curse.

Now Jesus took every curse upon Himself and broke its power over us and has set the captive free, by the blood He shed on the Cross. However, even Jesus says “If” you love me, you will obey my commandments. “If” any man will take up his cross and come after me.

There are many such “Ifs” in the Bible. The “curse” (which is reaping what we have sown) is self-inflicted. God is not going to violate His character for your sake or mine. If you live in disobedience, you will reap the fruit of that which is not a blessing.

Thank God for the many promises we have in Jesus.

Sometimes life just happens, but we do have to always examine whether there are some things going wrong in our lives because of wrong choices we have made so we can repent and set it right and enjoy the favour that comes from walking in obedience.”

~ Navaz Dcruz

“Once you were alienated from God and were hostile in your minds, engaging in evil deeds. But now He has reconciled you by Christ’s physical body through death to present you holy, unblemished, and blameless in His presence— “if” indeed you continue in your faith, established and firm, not moved from the hope of the gospel you heard, which has been proclaimed to every creature under heaven, and of which I, Paul, have become a servant.” Colossians‬ ‭1‬:‭21‬-‭23‬

“Now, brothers, I want to remind you of the gospel I preached to you, which you received, and in which you stand firm. By this gospel you are saved, “if” you hold firmly to the word I preached to you. Otherwise, you have believed in vain.”

1 Corinthians‬ ‭15‬:‭1‬-‭2‬

(An “if” can change a lot.)

[sgt-seabass]

what if ask for your clockwork au ft. continuation of navy's ask:

what if nick hadn't killed james and james turned out to be a dark character too? like he's been keeping eye on the puppy for nick but fell in love along the way BUT he still obeys nick bc he's the prime alpha 👀

thank you for this 💙 an interesting plot twist for sure

If James had been working with Nick, tasked with keeping an eye on you, but fell in love with you while doing so, James would still die.

Nick would not allow that transgression, especially when this isn’t just business, but personal interest too.

Even if James still obeyed Nick’s orders, for Nick, knowing someone else loved what was his - you - would bother him to the point of violence.

Everyone was replaceable, but not you. And he wouldn’t risk losing you to James.

But who knows, in this world of what ifs, maybe James could escape with you before Nick came for a visit 😌

ask me ‘what ifs’ about any of my works

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[irisandlily]

Fire Emblem Siblings Week 2023- Lucina & Morgan (1/7)

Prompt: Fears

Rating: General Audiences

(also on ao3)

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"Gerome, Severa, Kjelle, Inigo, and Nah with me," Lucina says, “Brady and Laurent will stay here at camp, and I want Yarne and Morgan to head back to the castle to update Owain and the others of the situation.”

"I'm not going back to the castle."

"Morgan-"

“If you won’t let me go with you, at least let me be here to greet you when you come back.”

“...Alright.”

That had been an hour ago. Lucina and less than half the soldiers at the camp left to assist a village plagued by Risen, because Lucina always helps those in need.

Morgan paces back and forth in the supply tent. He’s helping Brady go through their inventory and record how much of what they have left in stock and if they need to get more supplies. Well, he’s supposed to be helping Brady, but Morgan is feeling too restless to do that.

"Yeesh. Stop pacing so much. You're even making me feel uneasy." Brady complains.

"I just feel so useless." Morgan grumbles, "The others are fighting and I'm just sitting at camp waiting for them to come back."

"And what does that make me and Laurent? Chopped liver?”

“I didn’t mean-”

“Just sit your butt down and help me organize our inventory.” Brady motions him over, and Morgan obeys with some reluctance. agitated by how unconcerned Brady seems to be.

“What if it’s an ambush? What if the Grimleal-”

“Stop thinking about all these what-ifs.” Brady snaps, “I’m worried bout them too, but worrying ain't gonna do nothing for them.”

Morgan knows Brady’s right, that Morgan worrying isn’t going to do anything, so he tries to calm his thoughts. He focuses on helping Brady with inventory, fiddling with the record book and quill in his hands.

Another hour passes, and a horn is sounded, signifying Lucina's return. Morgan stands up quickly, knocking over the inkwell and spilling ink all over the floor. He ignores Brady’s annoyance, and rushes out of the supply tent, just in time to see Nah landing in the middle of the camp. She is quick to detransform, her face panicked, voice loud as she shouts for Brady. Minerva lands beside her, with Gerome and Severa and-

His heart drops to his stomach.

Lucina sits in between Gerome and Severa, leaning against the redhead, eyes closed, face a deathly shade of white. Gerome dismounts Minerva, already taking Lucina in his arms from Severa when Morgan gets to them.

"What happened?!" Blood seeps through Lucina's clothes from a wound cutting across her chest and through her armor.

"Outta the way!" Morgan hears Brady, who comes up from behind, pushing him to the side. He quickly accesses Lucina, before barking orders at Gerome to get her to the medical tent.

Morgan hurries after Gerome and Brady to the medical tent, where Gerome sets Lucina down on one of the cots, and strips her of her armor to give Brady better access to her injuries. Brady is quick to get to work, staff in hand as he begins repeating a mantra of healing spells, a trail of white magic escaping from his free hand as it hovers over Lucina and into her wounds.

"Brady her arm-" Morgan chokes out. Lucina's right arm, her sword arm, is broken, bent at an unnatural angle. He notices another injury on Lucina's shoulder too, a deep gash cutting through her clothes that he can see where her skin is cut.

He feels like he’s going to throw up.

The more he looks at Lucina, the more injuries he starts to notice, and the more he begins to spiral into a jumble of anxiety-ridden thoughts.

What if she already lost too much blood?

What if Gerome brought her back too late?

What if she-

"Morgan I need ya to leave." Brady’s voice breaks through his distress, and Morgan snaps his attention back to the blond.

“I’m not-”

“You’re hovering and you’re getting antsy.” Brady points out, not taking his eyes off Lucina. “I can’t concentrate if I have to worry about you having an anxiety attack while you watch me. Gerome, take him outside.”

Gerome grabs at his arm, and Morgan doesn’t resist as his friend leads him out of the medical tent. Morgan shakes off his friend’s hand and sets himself down on a wooden crate outside the tent, refusing to move. Gerome leaves him there, walking away to (Morgan assumes) tend to his wyvern. Laurent arrives, nodding to Morgan in greeting before he enters the tent to assist with healing.

Over the course of an hour (maybe two, Morgan isn’t keeping track of time), the rest of his friends and the soldiers that had gone with Lucina filter through. 

Kjelle with a fractured leg, Severa with broken ribs, Inigo with a concussion, and Gerome and Nah with arrows lodged in them. They all have more injuries on their bodies, but none so in a state as bad as Lucina's.

“Hey.” a bowl of soup is shoved into his view, and he lifts his head to see Nah in front of him. “Here.”

“I don’t want any,” he says, his stomach still in knots as he waits for Brady to emerge from the tent.

“And I’m not asking.” the Manakete pushes the bowl into his hands. “You need to eat.” She sits down next to him, staring at him until her gaze becomes almost unbearable, and he eats a few spoonfuls of soup to get her to stop staring at him.

The soup is bland and watery, the carrots undercooked, the meat tough, and the potatoes turned into mush. He forces himself to consume at least half of it, to alleviate the concern on Nah’s face.

They’re both quiet, and Morgan notices Nah’s shoulders and right arm are wrapped in bandages.

“How’s your-” he motions with a hand.

“Better with Laurent’s help,” she answers. “He said I should be fine in a day or two. Just needs to rest.”

“That’s good.” they’re silent again. Normally, Morgan would be carrying the conversation, but right now…

“Lucina will be alright.” Nah speaks suddenly, “She won’t let herself get killed by something like that.”

“What… did happen?”

“There wasn’t a lot of Risen at first.” Nah explains, “But then more and more started showing up, and we found out there was a dark mage. Lucina was their target and-... well, you get the picture.” 

A dark mage…

Brady emerges from the tent, and Morgan bolts up to his feet, uncaring about the bowl of soup spilling to the ground.

“Brady- Lucina- is she-?”

“She’s doing fine.” Brady answers, “You can stop worrying. She’s awake.” that’s all Morgan needs to hear, and he pushes past Brady and enters the tent. It’s almost empty by now, with only a few healers and soldiers still inside. 

He sees Lucina, color returned to her face, sitting upright in the cot, with Gerome standing by her bedside. Like Nah, the two of them have their injuries wrapped in bandages. She turns her head, and when she sees him, her gaze softens. 

Morgan walks over to her, and all but collapses at her side. Fear and relief overwhelm him, and he starts to cry. Lucina doesn’t say anything, reaching over to pull him into a hug, despite her injuries, to comfort him.

#fe lucina #fe morgan #fe awakening #fire emblem awakening #fire emblem siblings week 2023 #fe nah #fe brady #lily's writing #fire emblem fanfiction #i LOVEEEEEEE writing these two as siblings