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3rd anni req 15: levi / games (i.e. amogus)

ao3 link (i recommend looking at the end note of this one after you're done reading!! there is some supplementary stuff :^)

note: okay i did intend on fnaf for this prompt, but when it came to it i couldn't figure out how to write a proper thing - so amongus it was. thus the request list i published is a little inaccurate- hope you don't mind, vari! (requested by @valenrien

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“Ready?” Levi asks as soon as I slip into his room. “I’m all set up.”

“Ready,” I confirm, heaving myself over the edge of the bathtub and landing smoothly on a mound of cushions. “Are they online yet?”

“Raphael’s here,” Levi says, running his orange crewmate in circles around a completely stationary grey one. “Hang on, I’m gonna teach him how to put a hat on.”

“You do that…” I tip myself upside down, hanging my legs over the edge of the tub, then pull out my D.D.D. and ask, “Did Thirteen say she’d be free?”

“Should be. Hey, there’s Simeon.” Clicking, then a rustle as Levi turns to glance at me. “You’re gonna drop that on your face.”

“It’ll be fine,” I dismiss as the game boots up. Mammon’s out, so I decide to nick his colour for the game. “Thirteen in. Aw, look!”

Raphael’s little grey crewmate is wearing a halo. Simeon is still standing completely still in the middle of the waiting room. I’m not entirely sure if he remembers how to control the game.

“Solomon’s in,” says Levi over his shoulder, tapping the table restlessly. “Luke should— there he is. That leaves Diavolo, Barbatos…”

“...that’s everyone,” I conclude a few minutes later as Mephistopheles warps in. “Has Simeon moved yet?”

“Uhh, he walked a bit.” Levi types something at lightning speed.

[ Leviachan: simeon r u good ]

[ Salmon: We’re handling it ]

[ Mephistoph: The colour selection here is atrocious ]

[ Leviachan: just pick one n we can start ]

[ SSSime: 1 ]

[ SSSime: Pleas ]

[ Salmon: Could we get another five minutes? ]

[ Leviachan: fine ]

“I still don’t know what the plan is,” I say, setting my phone down as we wait for Simeon to get his bearings.

“Do we need one?” Levi asks, fiddling with a speaker. “We just need to point at Solomon.”

“Yeah, but if he is the impostor…”

“Eh, then we can wait ‘til the next game. Do you want your playlist on?”

“Oh, sure.” A bassline starts up. “...but we have to have a strategy, right? Otherwise everyone’ll know we’re trying to pull one over on them.”

“Eh… got any ideas?”

I hum. “Well, we need to keep track of him, otherwise we'll give it away if we accuse him when he has an alibi. So it won’t matter too much if one of us dies - we can track him better if one of us is a ghost. It’ll be a problem if we both die, but we might look suspicious if we just stick together the whole time - especially if someone figures out we’re trying to point to him. If we’re lucky, we put the idea in their heads, and they’ll start thinking everything he does is suspicious. We have to play the long game, though, or else they’ll vote him out in the first round and it won’t be any fun.”

“...you’ve been reading with Satan too much,” Levi concludes, but shoots me a grin. “Nice thinking, Counting on you, mastermind.”

Simeon’s little crewmate has started running excited circles around a motionless Barbatos. Diavolo is still cycling through hats, but everyone else seems ready. I give Levi a thumbs up, and he hits start.

“...huh.”

Levi glances over as the game loads in. “You okay?”

“Fine, yeah. Let’s split up first…”

I get a little worried about Simeon - he remains completely immobile at the main table for a good minute after the game begins, but soon enough he’s on his merry way. I head down to electrical, where Barbatos is evidently already having trouble with that spinning button-match task. I stop by the wires on the wall; I can tell when he finally completes it, because his little crewmate actually seems to jump when he notices me in there with him.

He comes a little closer. I step away from the panel and run a quick circle around him. He doesn’t move for a moment, but then does the same thing, and is soon on his way off to the next task, passing Mephistopheles as he leaves. I soon follow.

The action starts soon after that. I’m standing by one of the data download nodes when the buzzer goes off. Body reported!

[ Leviachan: where ]

[ 13: Electrical ]

[ Diavolo: Haha!! This game is delightful!! ]

[ Barbatos: If you could concentrate. ]

[ Barbatos: I was there earlier. I believe I passed the deceased on my way out. ]

[ Barbatos: I believe IK is innocent. We were alone in there for a while, but we both left unscathed. ]

[ detectiveik: barbatos is safe ]

[ Salmon: Barbatos, it’s just a game. You don’t need to type like you’re writing a telegram from the warfront ]

[ Leviachan: didn’t i see u go into electrical? ]

[ Salmon: Did you?? I haven’t been yet ]

[ Leviachan: pretty sure i did. 13 did u see him leave ]

[ 13: Don't think so ]

[ SSSime: How DO i VOt ]

[ Luke: We’re voting already? ]

[ Raph: Too soon to make any conclusions. Let’s play it safe ]

“Sowing the seeds,” Levi says triumphantly. “Hang on - what if he has medbay? If anyone sees…”

“I don’t think he even knows you can use it like that. He’s just gone into admin, anyway.” I run down and turn right, passing Luke.

A little while later, alarm goes off. Levi tuts. “Comms is down.”

“Oh, what? I’m up by O2. Hang on, I think Simeon’s stuck.”

“Solomon’s still in admin. There’s no one else in there…”

Body reported!

[ Barbatos: What a shame, Young Master. ]

[ Raph: Found him by the communications thing.

[ Raph: Whoever killed him left already. ]

[ Leviachan: any1 got an alibi ]

[ detectiveik: i’ve been watching simeon run in circles so i think he’s alright ]

[ Barbatos: And IK and I have both testified to each other’s innocence. ]

[ 13: Luke’s been with me on the left ]

[ Luke: Yes ]

[ 13: We were both on our way to fix the sabotage ]

[ detectiveik: solomon? ]

[ Salmon: I can’t get the damned card swipe to work ]

[ Leviachan: cmon its really not that hard ]

[ Leviachan: isn’t there a vent in admin ]

[ detectiveik: does it go anywhere close to comms? ]

[ Leviachan: idk i don’t remember ]

[ Salmon: I couldn’t vent! I was stuck doing the cards! ]

[ 13: Yeah right. Does anyone know where you were for that whole round? ]

[ Salmon: Yes?? Admin, obviously ]

[ Luke: It’s not like we were watching you in there the whole time though ]

[ Salmon: Well I haven’t left ]

[ SSSime: WHAtre we doing ]

[ detectiveik: i think it’s still a bit early to vote ]

[ Salmon: Yes good call ]

[ Raph: Hmm. ]

“...I think we’re getting there,” Levi says as we both leave the cafeteria together. “Who do you reckon it actually is, then? It looks like Thirteen and Luke are both clear… unless one of them just moved really fast. Or Diavolo was dead before comms even went down.”

“Could’ve been… maybe one of us should be tracking vitals. D’you wanna check security?”

“Sure. Oh, I’ve gotta do the fuel task down below first. Don’t wanna slack off.”

We pass Simeon on his way into the reactor. I think I see someone already on the cameras, but I don't get a long enough look at them to tell who it is.

There isn't peace for very long. Levi’s only just finished filling the fuel when another alarm goes off.

“Reactor’s down,” I say aloud, even though neither of us really need the confirmation - we're both already on our way there. “D’you wanna take the bottom one? I’ve got— oh. Hang on.”

Body reported!

[ Luke: SIMEON!!!! ]

[ Raph: That was fast ]

[ Luke: Raphael! Simeon’s dead!! ]

[ Raph: Ah, what a shame ]

[ detectiveik: top of reactor ]

[ detectiveik: might’ve been killed before sabotage but there's a vent right next to him as well ]

[ 13: Impostor pulled the same trick again? Really not slick ]

[ detectiveik: i think i saw someone in security just before as well ]

[ Barbatos: That's nearby. But that also could have been anyone. ]

[ Salmon: Well, I’ve been in admin, so it wasn't me ]

[ Leviachan: dude are you still on the card swipe ]

[ Luke: Maybe you should do a different task first? ]

[ Salmon: Nonono. I’ve got it. I can feel it. Next time it will work ]

[ detectiveik: are we going to avenge simeon or not ]

[ Barbatos: We still lack conclusive evidence, It might be wise to hold off on vengeance for now. ]

[ 13: Sure, if you stop using all those stupid big words ]

[ Barbatos: We shouldn't vote just yet. We don't have enough reason to. ]

[ 13: Now was that so hard ]

[ Raph: Makes sense to me. ]

Levi and I split up again this time. I stop to watch Raphael blast some asteroids - Barbatos runs past on his way to the cafeteria and briefly detours to run a loop around me. (Out in the real world, idling as he waits for some data to upload, Levi reaches into one of his drawers and tosses me a pack of gummy candy.)

Raphael finishes his task and goes straight down to shields. I toss one of the peach-flavoured ones into my mouth, then say, “Well, I don’t think Simeon's it."

“Duh. Hey, Solomon’s in admin again. Ooh, now he’s leaving… I’m gonna tail hi— argh! Oh, that’s just Barbatos.”

“Did Solomon get the card swipe?” I come back up from navigation and head to the cafeteria through weapons. “Did the task bar go up at all?”

“No idea. I turned it off in the lobby.”

“Now we’re never gonna know if the ghosts are slacking off.”

He snorts. “Well, we know Simeon definitely is.”

“Hey, not on purpose. And maybe he’ll be better at it now. It’s easier to get around when you can go through the walls.”

“Sure, sure. I reckon I’ll check admin now, actually— uh oh!”

Body reported!

[ Leviachan: admin ]

[ 13: Hmmmm… Solomon’s haunt. ]

[ Salmon: No!! I left admin ages ago! ]

[ Salmon: Barbatos saw me ]

[ Raph: Barbatos is dead ]

[ 13: Sure, he saw you. When you KILLED him ]

[ Luke: So it’s Solomon? ]

[ Salmon: Wait no ]

[ detectiveik: do we have proof of that ]

[ Leviachan: well whos been in admin this whole time? ]

[ Leviachan: isn’t it super convenient that barbatos dies as soon as solomon leaves ]

[ Luke: When you put it like that… ]

[ Salmon: Isn’t that just proof that I was keeping admin safe with my sorcerly presence (·•᷄∩•᷅ ) ]

[ detectiveik: please don’t ever use that again ]

[ 13: I’m voting you out right now ]

[ Raph: Hold on. We don’t have any hard evidence ]

[ Raph: All we know is that Solomon is the most probable suspect, but we can’t confirm that right now ]

[ Salmon: IT’S NOT ME ]

[ Salmon: I’ve been perfectly well behaved and trying to do my tasks ]

[ Luke: You’ve been doing ONE task and four of us are already dead!! ]

[ Leviachan: every1 who isn’t dead weight sound off. what tasks do we have left ]

[ Raph: I’m finished. ]

[ detectiveik: me too ]

[ Luke: I’ve still got to finish the test tube one ]

[ Leviachan: and ofc solomon still has like 10000 things left ]

[ Leviachan: if u even HAVE tasks.. sus ]

[ Salmon: I haven’t done anything wrong! ]

[ 13: We’ll see about that ]

“...tie,” Levi concludes as the voting ends. “Wait, who voted for Thirteen??”

“Solomon, probably.” I watch his little crewmate run straight up into the top corner of the cafeteria, probably to sulk. “...aww. Poor guy."

Everyone else has already left. I decide to do the same and head left to the medbay.

“Don’t go spilling the beans ‘cause you feel bad,” Levi says warily. “At least wait until we get him out, alright?”

“Why are you mad at him, anyway?”

“I’m not mad,” He objects. “Just betrayed. He knew I wanted that pack! He doesn’t even collect those cards! And— and what’s the deal, dangling it over me for a pact? How shallow does he think I am, huh?!”

“It’s like a best friend bracelet from him,” I say, running a brief loop around electrical and then heading out towards storage. “He does it to everyone in the Newspaper Club, too.”

“Well, it’s not funny. I’m not in the market for making any new pacts, anyway. Or new best friends... do they usually come in two-in-one deals?”

“He’d have way too many best friends to keep up with if they did.”

“Guess you’re right. I’m just lucky, then.”

Body discovered!

[ Raph: I found Thirteen in that big room with the boxes ]

[ Raph: Oh. Luke’s dead, too? ]

(“This is it!” Levi whispers loudly.)

[ detectiveik: a double murder? unprecedented ]

[ Leviachan: uhh we really should vote someone out. there’s only four of us now ]

[ Salmon: Not unless you’re sure! Because if you get it wrong, it’s a guaranteed win for the impostor ]

[ Leviachan: good thing we’re gonna get u out first then ]

[ Salmon: What???? ]

[ Salmon: It’s not me! ]

[ Leviachan: who do YOU think it is then huh ]

[Salmon: I don't know! I was in the cafeteria the whole time ]

[ Leviachan: well then even if u weren’t killing, u were skiving ]

[ detectiveik: solomon i don’t think any of us have seen you this whole round ]

[ Salmon: But I really haven’t done anything. Won’t anyone believe me? ]

[ Leviachan: u’ve been sus from the beginning ]

[ Leviachan: just accept it, we caught you ]

[ detectiveik: sorry solomon ]

[ Salmon: What did I do?!!? ]

[ Salmon: Someone??? Anyone??? ]

[ Salmon: Raphael….. please say something ]

[ Raph: I think you killed them, yes. ]

[ Raph: I have to admit that you acted the fool quite convincingly though ]

[ Salmon: Am I alone in this world ]

[ Salmon: I feel like I'm going crazy ]

[Raph: No hard feelings, Solomon. Justice is justice.]

[...]

[Salmon was ejected.]

The game, of course, doesn’t end. The map fades back into view, leaving the three of us standing alone at the centre table.

“Nice one!” Levi crows, and we send each other an air-high-five from across the room. “So it was Raphael? Didn’t think he had it in him. Guess there’s no winning for us now.”

“Nope…”

“He’s not chasing us,” He notes, running around the centre table, then stopping by me. “Or sabotaging anything. What’s he planning? He’s basically got it in the bag now.”

"Hmm."

"He's not even moving. Weird..."

“Very weird,” I agree, then hit kill.

Levi’s yelp rings through the whole house.

#the formatting on this is kinda wonky in tumblr so please do read it on ao3 instead if it's tricky to navigate!#3rd anni event #obey me leviathan #jtta ik #idk if i should tag the others #obey me solomon #obey me raphael #i'll just leave it at them since they're the most prominent #writing

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journey-to-the-attic · 11 days

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Idk if it was intentional but to me it looks like band Ik is wearing Levi colors and I find it very cute

it was semi-intentional! at first it was a coincidence - i coloured in the jacket first, and the black + white and that shade of blue reminded me of him, so i leaned into it and added the orange shirt stripe :D

#answering asks #anon asks #the band will have had a bunch of outfits for shoots and performances or whatever so i like to think #all of ik's outfits are modeled after/match the colour scheme of one of her best friends

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journey-to-the-attic · 11 days

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3.4Hz Harmony could be a great album name I feel. For band names, I was going to suggest Unknowables? Like the secret nature of the existence of other realms. Mostly because it just sounds like a cool band name though.

that's a good one actually!! now i'm thinking of song titles and everything... i can't decide whether they'd be pop-rock or psychedelic rock... maybe both

i like "unknowables"! it reminds me of a suggestion from @/reblogs-are-the-love, "the unbeatable" - the unverbables just works as a band name i think...

i was reminded of the band names ik suggests in ch47 (gaggle of geese, army of frogs).. i feel like "unknowables" and "the unbeatable" would be mephistopheles and thirteen's suggestions respectively, but then ik wanted to have more fun with it, so it's like "the unknowable geese", or "the unbeatable frogs"

(raphael would be fully willing to vote on her side to give her this victory)

#answering asks #anon asks #i was contemplating the au version of the whole thing and i think it'd be cute if mephistopheles was ik's older cousin or something #like idk i feel like it works #(also more justifies why this band has three grown adults and one young teen)#idk how the brothers and the others fit into this though. maybe mephistopheles and the brothers were originally under the same company #and while mephistopheles was having a rivalry with lucifer ik was making best friends with all of them

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journey-to-the-attic · 11 days

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something's just reminded me i need to get around to drawing luke n ik in fancy clothes but luke gets the cute dress and ik gets the little suit. someone hold me accountable for this in the near future

#delete later #(maybe probably)

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journey-to-the-attic · 12 days

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the rest of the cast got their new song covers, so i wanted to try putting the others in a band :>

i did want to make it look a bit like an album cover but i have no idea how those are designed so eh?? i also couldn't think of any band or album/song names so. if anyone has any ideas...

#art #obey me #obey me raphael #jtta ik #obey me mephistopheles #obey me thirteen #from left to right they are: lead singer/rhythm guitar - drummer - lead guitar - bass #tbh any of them could've taken any role but bassist girl thirteen spoke to me and raph canonically sings well so that felt like it fit #i did consider ik as lead but she'd absolutely shred on the drums. she has so much pent-up rage to let out...#in context this is for a music festival diavolo's putting on but it'd be a fun au as well #i like to think thirteen is the overwhelming favourite of all the fangirls #also in terms of band name...#i was thinking something based on the fact that there's one of each species (human/demon/angel/reaper) but what word can i use for that #jo has suggested something involving the numbers 3 and 4 for 3 realms and 4 members #3.4HZ Harmony was the best we could come up but it feels like there should be a sorta other-world element to it #then again if it's an au then i guess they'd all be humans anyway #ah whatever #life and work related obligations have been growing so naturally i've been starting a bunch of creative endeavours to try to get away from #is this a long term good thing for future career prospects? probably not. but i'd rather be happy

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journey-to-the-attic · 13 days

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3rd anni req 14: mammon, belphie / nap

ao3 link

note: i couldn't think of how to actively describe a nap happening for a sufficient amount of words, so this is mostly prelude to a nap, but it does happen in the end! requested by @soramcduckahyucky - hope this is to your liking!

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It isn’t that I didn’t feel the lack of sleep catching up to me, but I didn’t realise it was this obvious. I stare hard into the mirror for a moment, then sigh. All those sleepless hours are making themselves very apparent under my eyes. Nothing I can do about that right now...

“Are you done yet?” Belphie calls from behind the door. “Everything's gonna close if you go any slower.”

“Hang on!” I splash my face with a little cold water, hoping it'll help somehow. “It’s not that late yet. And there’s always tomorrow.”

“Yeah, but all the good stuff’ll be gone then.”

I pat my face dry and finally emerge from the bathroom. “There’s this cool thing called restocking.”

“Psh,” He mutters, as he always does when doesn’t have a clever rebuttal. “Anyway, bring a coat, it’s chilly.”

I didn’t pack one this morning, but I think I left one in the wardrobe. I swing the door open and stare at it for a moment. Then, all of a sudden, a wave of fatigue practically hits me in the face. I have to go outside. I have to walk around. I have to think about everything in the shops.

“...you feeling okay?” Belphie asks, as if from a great distance away. “We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

When I fail to respond for about ten seconds - only able to manage a small, confused noise - he gets up and shuts the wardrobe door for me. Then he makes me look up to face him.

After a moment, he sighs. “Yeah, forget about that. You're taking a break. Right now. No arguing.”

“Break from what? Wait, the market…”

“We’ll check it out another time. It’s not a big deal.” He shrugs off his own outside coat, then starts shooing me to my bed. “Come on. Get comfy.”

“I don’t wanna,” I grumble, attempting to duck out of the way, but only succeeding in walking into his arm. “I can’t sleep now. It’s too early.”

“You can sleep whenever you like, actually.” He pauses, then sighs. “Alright, fine. Let’s go to the observatory.”

“Huh, not going out anymore?” Asmo asks as we pass him in the hall. “Ooh, darling, how about we—”

“Busy,” Belphie announces, and makes an oddly specific hand signal at him. “Can’t stop.”

Asmo had looked offended at first, but as soon as Belphie did the hand thing, his expression melted into something more understanding. He nods, and skips back on his way down the hall without any more protest.

What’s that about? ...I can't be bothered to think about it...

The music room is empty, but - unusually - the piano cover’s up. I wonder if Lucifer’s been practising.

Belphie makes a beeline to the observatory mattress, and flops straight down. He’s very eager for a lie-down, for someone who’d been ready to go out barely five minutes ago. That’s just typical Belphie.

“School been rough or something?” He asks, eyes already shut.

“Huh?”

“You’ve been staying up too much,” He says, opening his eyes again and gesturing for me to lie down as well. “What’s up? Any bullies we need to beat up?”

“Don’t be silly.” I wrench the blanket out from under him and begrudgingly let him have a half when he makes grabby hands for it. “There isn’t anything wrong. It’s just… stuff.”

“Stuff?”

I shrug and flop back as well. It’s not easy to put into words. I haven’t exactly been over-stressed, or over-worked… at least, I don’t think I have. It just always feels like there’s more to do than go to sleep. Like watch a video about ducks, or trawl through a mostly tangential chain of wiki pages.

“...I get it,” Belphie says after a moment, reaching over to tap me supportively on the arm. “Sounds to me like you need a do-nothing day.”

“There ya are.”

Belphie and I lift our heads almost in tandem as Mammon sidles through the curtain between the music room and observatory. Belphie glances down at me and pulls an exaggerated face.

“What d’you want?” He asks with well-practised faux grumpiness.

“Asmo said— well, doesn’t matter. Any room for me?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. “Scoot up.”

“Get your own spot,” Belphie grumbles, but does so anyway. “...I’m not sharing the blanket with you.”

“Whatever,” Mammon says, and yanks a corner for himself. Belphie clearly can’t be bothered to fight it. “So what’re we doing?”

“Nothing.”

“That’s boring.”

“That’s the point.”

“Do you hear that?” I interrupt. They both go quiet.

There’s very faint shouting from upstairs. And it's definitely Lucifer's,

“Sounds like someone’s in trouble,” Belphie comments, sounding mostly pleased about it. “And it isn’t Mammon for once. I'm impressed.”

“Oi!”

I move to get up. “I’m gonna check it ou—”

“Oh, c’mon. Whoever it is, they can handle it.” Faster than I have time to react to, his arm comes down like a seatbelt. “We’re taking a break. Look at the stars.”

“...fine.” I don’t know if I have the energy to make the trip upstairs, anyway.

The stars are as pretty as always. I trace the constellations with my eyes, trying to remember them all by name. Therapeutic and methodical, like counting sheep…

Mammon huffs. He’s started kicking his legs restlessly in the air.

Finally, he opens his mouth and takes a deep breath. Belphie makes a warning sound - he pauses, then starts at a volume probably much lower than he was intending to use, “Are we really just gonna lay here all day?”

“No one said you had to come,” Belphie retorts. “You can go do whatever you like.”

Funnily enough, Mammon doesn’t take him up on his invitation. “...nothin’ at all? Come on, we can’t even play a few games?”

“Fine,” Belphie relents. “I spy with my little eye… a big idiot who’s ruining the quiet.”

“Then I spy someone who needs a good whoopin—"

“Quit it,” I groan, though it’s hard to avoid a laugh. “We’re having a nice lie-down here.”

“Sorry,” mumbles Mammon begrudgingly.

“I’m not,” Belphie adds. Mammon makes a loud scoffing noise, but doesn’t attempt to retaliate.

Merciful quiet for a while. I feel my blinks getting longer and longer.

Eventually, Mammon cranes his neck up and glances down at me. He laughs quietly. “Hey, sleepyhead. Don’t need another blanket or nothin’?”

“Nah, I’m alright."

I can tell by the lack of movement on my other side (and the quiet snoring) that Belphie’s already dropped off. Mammon lifts his head again and glances over at him as well. “...I’m practically hangin’ off the edge here. Shove him over a bit.”

I look at him a little incredulously, but give it a go anyway. As suspected, sleeping Belphie seems to way about a ton more than he usually does - and I can't usually move him when he's awake, anyway.

Mammon huffs. “You’ll just have to squish up, then. Else I'm gonna fall off."

I imagine this is what the remote feels like when it gets stuck between the sofa cushions. I’m a little grateful for the sparse blanket now, though - at least I won’t overheat.

Mammon stretches his arms straight up and leaves them in air, as if reaching for the skies. After a moment, I copy him. The light of the stars behind them make my hands look like shadows.

I make a pair of dog heads. Mammon decides to do the same with one of his own hands, then motions for me to hold mine either side of it.

“Cerberus,” He announces, and we share a slightly muted giggle.

I can’t think of any more shadow puppets to make now. Without much else to do, I start hitting his hands about in mid-air instead. Mammon lets this happen for a little while, then very promptly wins the one-sided match by catching both of my hands in one swoop.

Belphie mutters something in his sleep and shifts, yanking most of the blanket to himself. Mammon catches the edge just before it can leave his range entirely and attempts to wrestle his portion back - but Belphie holds fast, so he settles for draping what little he’s recovered over me instead.

“Maybe you need another blanket,” I tell him.

“I’ll manage,” He dismisses, suppressing a yawn into his hand. “...man. Now I’m gettin’ all sleepy, too.”

“Belphie’s got the right idea.” I look over just in time to see a small smile cross his slumbering face, as if he heard, somehow.

"Might as well join him." Mammon stretches one more time before fully relaxing - he practically melts into the mattress. “We need to get your energy up, anyway. I hear Diavolo’s got somethin’ big planned this week.”

“Should we be worried about that?”

“...hmm. Maybe. That’s a tomorrow problem, though.” He yawns again and shuts his eyes. “Get some shut-eye, kiddo. I reckon ya need it.”

I murmur in agreement and close my eyes. Belphie makes another muffled sound - this one sounds approving. I wonder what he’s dreaming about.

We should do this kind of thing more often. I close my eyes and drift off.

#3rd anni event #obey me mammon #obey me belphegor #jtta ik #writing #soramcduckahyucky

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journey-to-the-attic · 15 days

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Hi , where did your other obey me blog go? I can't find it . The one with head canons and scenarios

@archived-kin is what you're looking for! i changed the user since i wasn't planning on using that blog anymore

(i encourage any of you who know me first from jtta to remember that i was a very different writer back when i was active there...)

#answering asks #anon asks

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journey-to-the-attic · 15 days

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I don't know if you know (search stuff for Tumblr is screwy so it makes multiple things harder to find) but you have a TV Tropes. If you did know, here is a reminder! And if you did not, then here is the knowledge .

(by the way this is the one who claimed they were going to brainrot about the self-aware bros who was going to do that, totally, but is having difficulties figuring out how to find the posts talking about "what if ik played obey me and they were self aware and adopted her" and instead found the TV Tropes so, slight rip?)

i did know! i should go have another look, i've forgotten what's on the page....

as for what you're looking for, it should be somewhere in the jtta aus tag...

i've found one post here! i'm fairly sure that's what you're referring to? anyway, take your time!! ^^

#answering asks #anon asks

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journey-to-the-attic · 15 days

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A SPIRIT LEVEL IS JUST A LEVEL???? ITS HAD A FIRST NAME THIS WHOLE TIME??????

I thought it was some game mechanic tracker

you may also call her bubble level and she helps you with your diy!!

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journey-to-the-attic · 15 days

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OHHHH THAT THING, i know that thing! God this brings back a memory where I used to watch this show called Handy Manny and one of the tools the guy used was the spirit level. For some reason i had a huge dislike on the guy. Why? I genuinely do not know but i just remember giving him the thumbs down anytime i see him and since he’s the protagonist, that means almost all the time. I was pretty young when i watched that show so i dont have much memories about it but those two are the things i remembered, him using the spirit level and just hating the guy for some reason. Didn't expect to have a small nostalgia trip..

(Also does that mean Mephisto hates the spirit level? Why???? He seems to be the type to like it in my opinion)

- 🐧 Anon

handy manny!!!! i remember very vaguely having one of his dvds... i don't know why you hated him either, i've just looked him up and he has such a sweet face

also yes, it's like when cats just decide they hate something so so much for no reason (incidentally, wiz doesn't know what it is, alecto loves and cherishes it, and astaroth thinks it's just useful)

alternatively, it's because this happened

astaroth: [places spirit level across mephisto's back] lol it says you're straight

mephisto: YOU TAKE THAT BACK RIGHT NOW

#answering asks #anon asks #🐧 anon #the way the bubbles move unnerve him

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journey-to-the-attic · 18 days

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3rd anni req 13: satan, lucifer / sick

ao3 link

note: i don't have much to say i just think this one's real cute! takes place post-jtta ^^

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…something’s not right.

I open my eyes groggily. I find myself staring at a ceiling that - albeit familiar - should not be there.

“Ah.” Something yellow pops into the corner of my field of vision. “How’re you feeling?”

“Bad,” I mumble hoarsely, forcing down a cough and cursing my stuffy nose. “What’re you doing here?”

“What’re you doing here, you mean.” Satan passes me a glass of water with an encouraging smile. “Lucifer brought you down a few hours ago.”

That’d explain the ceiling. I've woken up in the House of Lamentation, which is definitely not where I went to sleep. I’d be happy if I had the energy.

“Your dad called.” Satan nudges me until I take a sip from the glass. “Said we’d better take care of you while he was still down.”

He presses the back of his hand to my forehead, then hums a little worriedly. “...your fever hasn’t gone down at all. Your dad gave Lucifer some medicine. I’ll go get him - don’t move, okay? Back in a second.”

It’s not the worst cold I’ve ever had, at least, I decide as he hurries out. But definitely not the best, eitherI hadn’t expected it to get this bad so quickly - colds always hit Dad harder than me, so I thought I’d gotten away with a tickly throat.

It’s so warm in here. I kick off most of the covers, then immediately regret it as a chill passes over me. The duvet’s landed in a heap on the ground.

“What have you done now?” sighs someone from the doorway.

I blink at Lucifer, then hurriedly attempt to fix things, as if he hasn’t already seen it. As soon as I sit up and attempt to reach over the mattress, though, the entire world tips sideways, and—

“That’s enough.” Lucifer’s by the bed in about half a second. “You need to be resting.”

He very pointedly sets me back in place, then stoops to drag up the blankets as well. I grumble something indistinct and allow him to tuck the corners in, even though I’m already starting to overheat again.

“I’m not convinced your dad gave us the right thing,” mutters Satan, trailing behind with a brown bottle in hand. “IK, take a look.”

I squint at it. Hydrogen peroxide. Must’ve gotten it mixed up with the Calpol.

“...well, I can manage without,” I mumble, waving the bottle away. “Just have to wait it out.”

“I’ve had Solomon on the phone,” says Lucifer, watching me carefully. “Mostly unhelpful. He’s suggested vinegar and onion.”

When was the last time he got sick? The Middle Ages?? I scrunch my face in response, too tired to come up with a verbal one.

“I didn’t think so.” He brushes some hair out of my eyes, then holds my face still and peers intently at me. “...we’ll manage. What would you like for lunch?”

“Nothing,” I mumble, pressing my cheek closer to his hand. It feels nice and cool. “Mrgh. Feels like my head’s full of bees.”

He thinks for a moment. “...some fresh air might help. Satan can take you around the garden.”

“It’ll be chilly,” says Satan a little anxiously. “I don’t want to make it worse.”

Lucifer lets me use his hand as a pseudo ice pack for another few seconds, then gives my cheek an unusually affectionate rub and stands up again. At the same time, he shrugs off his jacket.

“You can use this,” He says, handing it to Satan, and sweeps back out the door. “I’ll make some tea. Don’t take too long.”

Satan pulls a face at his back. Then he turns to me with a much gentler expression. “Alright, how are we feeling? Are you up for a walk?”

“Dunno.” I prop myself a little further up, then press my eyes shut as the room flashes in and out of focus. “...give me a sec…”

Satan’s already crossed the room when I open my eyes again. Without a word, he wraps Lucifer’s coat around me like a cocoon, tying the sleeves to fasten it, then picks me up like an unwieldy parcel.

“...thanks.” The more I speak, the more I realise how bad I sound.

Satan chuckles and presses a quick kiss to the side of my head, then starts moving. I don’t know if he’s going extra slow because it’s harder to manoeuvre with me in his arms, or if he’s noticed how much everything makes my head spin, but the rocking is more soothing than it is dizzying.

It feels like my head’s about to pop. That’s kind of overpowering everything else right now. Though it’s all still just as miserable. Ugh.

“Everyone else’s at school,” Satan says as he walks steady circles around the garden. “Your dad called early this morning, but Lucifer thought it’d be better if they left the house quiet. I’m pretty sure Mammon clocked him, but…”

The sound of his shoes clicking against the brick path is like a metronome. I follow the rhythm with my breathing, trying to ignore the congestion. “What about you?”

“I overheard him on the phone, so I bothered him until he let me stay as well.” He pauses. “...we’ll go back inside in a bit. You’re not cold, right?”

I murmur a no, gazing around at the hedges for a moment, then dropping my head back onto his shoulder when my neck gets tired. Lucifer’s coat smells a little like that woody incense Dad puts out when we have guests over.

“Well, you’re in no condition to go to school, so you can just stay with us until you’re completely better,” He says, partly to himself. “Lucifer can’t say no to that.”

My head does feel less fuzzy when Satan heads back inside. Instead of taking me back to my room, though, he heads to the library.

“The fire’s going,” He says, transferring me to one arm and using the other to select a book. “I’ll read to you until you’re sleepy again. How does that sound?”

“Nice,” I mumble, managing a little smile when he tilts his head down to look at me. His eyes are warmer than the fireplace.

Lucifer joins us just as Satan is starting on the first chapter. He doesn’t interrupt - he sets a tray on the table, then picks up one of the three mugs and sits down on my other side.

He listens, blowing idly on the tea, then hands it to me once he’s deemed it safe. He waits for Satan to finish the chapter to speak up.

“Feeling any better?” He asks, touching a hand to my forehead. He isn’t wearing his gloves today. “...hmm.”

“It hasn’t been that long. I’ve read that humans run warmer, anyway…” Satan lowers the book and glances at the tray. “Is that one mine?”

“You need to actually eat as well,” Lucifer says as Satan clicks his fingers and floats his own tea over. “I’ve asked Barbatos to drop something off. Is there anything else you’d like?”

The prospect of forcing anything really solid down already makes my throat hurt. “Not hungry.”

He sighs. “I know, but it’s important. How about some soup? Could you manage that for me?”

I resist the urge to simply turn away in protest. My head’s clearer, but it feels like I’ve gotten grumpier because of it, now that I can register everything else that sucks in higher definition…

“...maybe later,” Lucifer decides, almost unnervingly patient, and taps my mug. “At least drink your tea.”

It tastes sweeter than usual. I wonder if he added honey.

Satan starts on the next chapter. He keeps his voice low and even, but affects a funny voice for the dialogue - especially when it’s punctuated by French, which I’m not entirely sure he knows how to read. Lucifer stays through it all, tapping a foot silently on the carpet and adjusting my mug for me every time it starts slipping out of my grasp.

Some way through chapter four, the doorbell goes, and Lucifer quietly excuses himself to answer it. Satan stops reading without being asked, marking his place with a thumb, then glances down and asks softly if I’m feeling much better.

I hum an affirmative. As long as I don’t move too much, and as long as I don’t try supporting too much of my own weight, I can just about stay comfortable.

I hear Barbatos’s voice from down the hall, but it isn’t long before the front door closes again, and Lucifer returns alone. He resumes his spot on the sofa, then opens the paper bag that he’s come back with.

Satan carries on from where he left off. I glance up at Lucifer to see if he noticed him waiting. Sure enough, there’s a particular twinkle in his eye.

I don’t get to contemplate that for long, though, because then he pulls a pastry from the bag, and very determinedly holds it in front of my face until I take a bite - it’s soft and fluffy, and tastes of ginger.

Then he pats me on the head, as if to say ‘well done’. He doesn’t try pushing me any more than that, but I don’t doubt things’ll change later. Lucifer gets antsy whenever any of us miss a meal.

As Satan reaches the end of the first act, I start wondering how long it’ll be until everyone else gets back. I can’t decide if I’m excited to see them, or if I’m just anticipating the inevitable increase in noisiness.

“...‘Is the murder the work of some rival gang whom Cassetti had double-crossed in the past, or…?’”

Something brushes over my hair. I glance up at Lucifer. He keeps gazing ahead, eyes barely open - looking closer to sleep than I am. In fact, the only indication that he’s still awake is the hand on my head.

“...they left the compartment.” Satan finishes, then clears his throat and drains the rest of his probably-cold-by-now tea.

There’s quiet for a while. Lucifer flicks his wrist, and the sputtering fireplace roars back to life.

Eyes still closed, he says, “Don’t stop there. We don’t know who did it yet.”

“Sure, if you want me to rip my throat to shreds,” Satan scoffs, then holds the book over my head. “You do it, if you want to know so badly.”

Lucifer sighs, but opens his eyes and does as he says. Flicking to the right page - Satan’s deliberately shut the book without marking it - he starts reading aloud from where he left off, at the beginning of the second act.

Satan swings one leg over the other and leans over so that he can vaguely see the page, and nitpick whenever Lucifer misses or misreads a word. If I lean back a little, I can set my head on his chest.

Every now and then, he cranes his neck down to peer at my face. I’m past caring, but part of me wants to tell him that, if I wasn’t already sleepy, he’d definitely put me off with the constant checks.

I am, though, which means that Satan quickly notes the look on my face with apparent victory. He leans down a little further and whispers, “I’ll tell you what happens later. Get some more sleep, okay?”

Lucifer keeps reading (I note that he isn’t doing Satan’s funny voices), but almost imperceptibly nods his head. I haven’t said anything in a while, and I have a feeling it’ll hurt if I start again now, so I just nod as well.

I’m not used to being passive in the House of Lamentation. It’s hard to sit around and let everything happen around you when it’s all so much fun - I don’t know how Belphie does it.

I feel a little spoiled. But it feels really nice, too.

I close my eyes and let it all wash over me. Hopefully I’ll feel better when I wake up, and we can all spend some time together - it’s been a while since I’ve been able to visit. That’d make it even better.

#3rd anni event #your honour they mean everything to me #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #jtta ik #writing

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