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Eternity and Counting

(Pt1) This is a running piece I've nearly finished, but the whole thing is way too long to post as one chapter sooooo... This part's pretty short just for the sake of timeline splitting.

Obey me! X Angel!MC (They/Them Pronouns)

TW: Suicide, depression, self-deprecation, death, big feelings, lots of sad, everybody is crying like all the time

MC just can't handle anything anymore and takes their own life. Imagine their dismay to find even death isn't the end for them.

(Takes place in the Frost Flowers event (sorta?), with mild "that chapter where MC finds out they're the Bridge" spoilers. Can't remember which chapter that was.)

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It's so heavy. This grand weight I've been lugging around since that day. I should have died. I was supposed to die. I would have deserved it too. All I've ever managed to do was cause problems for this family. And maybe I still am. The idea almost stopped me. Visions of their faces. Their tears. Their grief. It did, actually. A few times at least. But not today. It's happened again. Everything was going just fine until that God-forsaken dog decided I would be the object of his affection. Somehow, in spite of the threat it faced to the nation, the brothers refused to just hand me over. Almost losing not just their home, but their kingdom, for my sake. Yet again wasting their time trying to save me. Just like they did when my stupid power nearly killed Lucifer. When Lucifer nearly killed HIMSELF to save me. A bitter, evil part of me is still mad at Michael for stopping me. For saving me.

My arms feel heavy as lead as I lay here, counting away the seconds. I've got nearly an hour before anybody gets home from RAD. Plenty of time to make sure I stay dead. I feel a little bad for lying about being sick to get out of classes today. But maybe I am. Doesn't matter much now anyway. Really, my biggest concern in the current moment is how long it will take Barbatos to notice the ingredients I took. Sure, he's in classes right now too, but he pops in and out of the castle all day long. The likelihood of him stopping into the kitchen and noticing the cracked cabinet door, the scavaged shelves, and finally the open jars is uncomfortably high. In my defense, the chances of that happening while I was there were equally high, so I can't be blamed for the messy crime. But he's only got a few moments more before his discovery will be for naught, so I suppose it's not terribly worrying.

I can feel it, creeping up my spine like a cold massage. The ever-growing numbness. The slow death of my limbs. My lungs. Me. It's growing darker now, unnaturally so, even for The Devildom. I can finally free them of my burden. Free myself of it too. But I would like to offer a final scorn to whatever God allowed me to hear the gentle creaking of the front door.

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(Mammon's POV)

A chill runs through my spine,like something ominous is lurking behind me, but as I turn around, nobody's there. In spite of that comfort, I can't shake this overwhelming dread coating my nerves and sinking into my bones, urging me to move. Driving me to jog home. The gentle sway of the bag on my arm becoming notably more violent as it begins swinging by my side.

My hands can't work fast enough as I try to unlock the front door. I break into a near sprint as I approach their door, slamming it open.

"MC?" I call, it's dark in their room, but I can just make out the shape of their body resting in their bed. "Oh, you're just sleeping." I mumble, walking up to their bed and setting the bag on the ground next to it.

"Hey, I gotcha some human world medicines." I whisper, pulling a few bottles from the bag. "C'mon, you gotta wake up and take some."

I can't help but roll my eyes at their lack of reaction. "Been spending too much time with Belphie." I reach up to shake their shoulder gently.

Nothing happens. So I try again, fingers gripping just barely tighter. Tight enough to feel the unsettling chill of their skin. It seeps through my fingertips and into my soul. Gripping my heart in white hot fear.

"MC, wake up." I shake them again. "MC." Their name falls from my lips like a plea. "MC please-" I grab their other shoulder. "MC!" Tears spill from my eyes, breath shaky and ragged. "Wake up!"

(Raghhhh, sorry about this)

-Your dear friend, the author

#obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me #mammon x reader #obey me mammon #obey me diavolo #diavolo x reader #obey me angst #why did i make this #send help #obey me leviathan #obey me x mc #obey me belphegor

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Please come back we miss you sigh

This…. I’ve made like 1 successful post??? What do you miss????

(But don’t worry, I’ve got about 14 pages of angst I’m trying to finish rn. So if you hate it just know, you’ve brought this upon yourself.)

((I literally cannot figure out how to finish it and at this point it’s too long to post all at once. Do y’all just want the first chapter now while if figure stuff out??))

#anon ask #anon <3 #obey me angst #obey me x reader #obey me shall we date

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Jjk brain rot has it’s filth claws in me again, SO

What about a Gojoxreader Fic where Gojo, Reader, and Geto we’re all in the same class and Reader and Gojo were both obviously madly in love with Geto but when he ✨𝓌ℯ𝓃𝓉 𝓇ℴ𝑔𝓊ℯ✨ they obviously couldn’t have him so now that they’re grown and all they have left is each other they fall almost poetically into each other’s arms but they both know they’d leave for Geto in a second if they could and they both just accept that they will always be the other’s second choice but what other options do they have???

Thank you for listening to this absolute word vomit courtesy of my lunch break. All the best

#jjk x reader #gojo satoru #jjk #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #jjk drabbles #send help #they won’t get out of my head #I miss nanami

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Obey me fandom!! I have information to share!

So, I just wanted to let everyone know that Bufo Egg Milk Tea is like a Devildom boba.

SOURCE! Science! Beelzebufo is actually an ancient extinct species of frog, and for the sake of this fun fact sesh, he was an apex predator of his time, because he was one of the first land amphibians and was roughly the size of a beach ball!

(I’d like to add that the ready availability of Bufo Egg in the Devildom must mean they’re farming them, and I want nothing more than to go visit the giant frog farm.)

XOXO- Zoologist MC

#obey me #obey me shall we date #zoology #I have to know this and now so do you

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Currently can’t get the idea of the brothers’ sins “rubbing off on” MC when they spend too much time together, so here’s a collection of blurbs about that

(Warnings: Mild violence)

-They have to rotate the seating chart at breakfast every few days because MC will start becoming subconscious more susceptible to their sins if they sit in one place too often

“Hey, guys?” Levi calls to the table, who ignore him almost completely.

“Guys.” He groans again. “Helloooo?” He rolls his eyes as they continue to chat and bicker. “Fine then.”

He shrugs his shoulder casually as he stands up, rounds the table, and hoists a completely unconscious MC onto his shoulder.

All of his brothers look up in shock as they notice MC’s movement, glaring confusedly at Levi. But their eyes quickly fall to an equally conscious Belphie, head rested uncomfortably on the table.

“I told you it was rotation day.”

-Or MC, who is suddenly in desperate need of a full new wardrobe after being tasked with “supervising” Mammon’s shopping trip.

“C’mon human, lemme see.” He groans from outside the dressing room. The pair of them had been trading the room back and forth for hours now, and the piles of “keeps” and “put backs” are frankly getting out of hand.

“That’s it!” They call from within the curtain. “I can’t keep doing this! I’m just getting all of them. I can resell anything I don’t actually like.” They groan, throwing open the curtain, stacks of barely affordable new goods tossed lackluster over their arm and shoulder.

“Not like I’m gonna stop you, but weren’t you saving up for that, uh…. whatcha call it?” He can’t help but laugh a little at the barely noticeable gold glint in their eyes. “Y’know what? Never mind. Buy it all. You deserve it.”

-And the Anti-Lucifer league seems to pose a whole new threat to the house hold.

“Satan, Belphegor. We need to talk.” Lucifer sighs, standing ominously in the doorway to the library.

“We’re actually quite busy right now, can it wait?” Belphie groans, glancing around Lucifer’s form like he was looking for something.

“If you’re looking for MC, they will not be attending your meeting. Or any of your meetings for the foreseeable future.”

Both brothers turn to him, an angry question in their eyes.

“MC was found sleeping on the floor of an unoccupied classroom at RAD.”

“So what? They needed a nap.” Belphie shrugs, currently laying on the floor himself.

“If that was all the issue was, I wouldn’t be here now. But unfortunately for you, when Mammon attempted to wake them up, they grabbed the closest desk chair and beat him over the head with it.” Lucifer sighs, tilting a pointed glare at Satan.

“Incredible.” I all he can respond, Belphegor cackling at his side.

#obey me x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #satan x reader #belphegor x reader #leviathan x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan

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I WAS GENTLE ONCE

I WAS GENTLE ONCE

I WAS GENTLE ONCE

AND I CAN BE AGAIN

I PROMISE

#vent #is there anything scarier than being 18

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OKOKOK, I just saw a Reel that gave me this idea and it’s rotting me from the inside out so I’m giving this to you. You’re welcome ig?

Tags!!!! SWF, Ghost, Soap,Price, Gaz, Male Reader, Motorcyclist Reader, The circus??, Use of Y/N, He/Him pronouns, Spelling errors, Grammar errors, was written in the middle of the night, Author is still getting used to Tumblr formatting please be gentle with him, OOC

It had been a long few months. Between missions, paperwork, and training, the team barely had time to rest. So seeing as the latest pile of papers was dissipating and nothing particularly interesting seemed to be happening, Captain had an idea.

“You’re kidding, right?” Ghost chides from his seat in the commons with a disapproving tilt of his head.

“No, no I am not. We’re going to the circus.” Price grins, arms wide as if attempting to force the boys to accept the idea. “C’mon, we’ve been working so hard, we deserve a quick break, and this seems like the perfect opportunity. Nothing takes your mind off things like overpriced beer and overly fried foods.”

“Well I for one, m’excited! I havnae been to the circus since I was a tot.” Soap claps, standing to join his captain in rousing the troops. His first order being to clap Gaz on the shoulder in encouragement. He shakes his head with a chuckle but stands with them anyway sighing, “Hell, why not.”

They all stare expectantly at Ghost, who pinches the bridge of his nose with a shake of his head before standing up with a groan. “Fine.”

“Alright.” Price claps his hands in front of himself. “Let’s get going then.” He grins, squeezing Ghost’s shoulder appreciatively.

~time skip~

As they finish parking and piling out of the Jeep, Gaz takes a moment to acknowledge the obvious. “More of an arena than a tent, dontcha think?”

“More airflow I s’pose.” Soap shrugs, slinging an arm over Ghost’s shoulder as they find the entrance.

Once inside, the stench of grease and children floods their noses, but Gaz seems to be the only one fazed, with a gentle shake of his head as if he could shoo the smell away.

“Right, well I’m off to find the booze. Have fun lads.” Price grins, tipping his hat as he wanders off. Gaz is next as he spots the rows of carnival games, walking off silently towards the sharp shooter game.

“So what catches your eye L.T.?” Soap nudges Ghost, who seems uninterested in anything really. He shrugs as they keep walking, searching for something to stare at until he’s allowed to leave. The hum of a motor catches his attention as they near a crowd circled around a fence. The closer they get, the more they can see. A ramp, a hoop, a big metal ball, and a motorcycle. But to their surprise, the motorcycle seems to be driving itself, nearly hitting the ground and it spins in circles on its side. The bike is pearly white, prismatic reflections dancing in the sunlight as it moves.

“Oh! A trick rider! Always wanted to be one when I was young.” Soap pulls Ghost closer to the rail to get a better view. As they approach, they notice the rider. A man a bit shorter than the two, fully covered in red and black leather gear with a matte black helmet. His visor is golden and stretches oddly to his chin unlike a normal helmet. ( https://images.app.goo.gl/UKZg4c2wA4JpYGkt9 for reference)

He raises his arms at the applause, and despite not seeing his face, you can tell he’s smiling. Suddenly, the bike changes course, bumping off a ramp and steadying itself upright. It points straight at the rider and keeps moving like it’s going to hit him. He doesn’t seem to notice and the crowd erupts, desperate to warn him of the danger. As they start screaming, he looks over his shoulder, and within inches of his life, he grabs the bike by the handles. He bounces into the air, standing upside down above the handles. The crowd cheers louder still as he spins the bike around, and falls beautifully into the seat. He skids to a stop mere inches from the boundary. Mere inches from where Soap and Ghost stand. Soap’s grin, wide and dopey, seems to draw him in.

He takes a moment to size them up before nodding, seemingly to himself, and waving them in. Beckoning them past the border and towards himself as he turns the bike back towards the center of the ring. They stand for a moment, unsure what to do before he nods his head inward once more and they hop the steel rail.

He takes a moment as they enter to hype the crowd for their arrival as if they were planning to be their from the beginning. He then leases them to the huge metal ball, swerving in front of them to drop the ramp and ride in. They stand outside the dome, but Soap’s smile never falters. Even as the rider waves them into the sphere.

As they get in, the rider drops his kickstand and hops off the bike, both to close the door and to talk to his new “assistants”

He lifts his visor just barely as he turns back to them. “Alrighty boys! Welcome to the Doom Dome!” He raises his arms and the crowd follows with avid cheering. “There are a couple of rules, and most of them are Do. Not. Move. Got it?” He grins and it’s just barely noticeable under his visor.

“Sir, yes Sir.” Soap laughs with a goofy salute. Ghost simply nods. The rider tilts his head at him with a floppy smirk, trying to decide if he’s unamused or just the quiet type.

“Words, Big Boy. I gotta know you’re hearing me.” He extends a hand, an attempt at breaking the tension. “I’m Y/N. And you are…?”

Ghost seems vaguely taken aback by the statement, but shakes his hand on instinct, mumbling out “Ghost.”

“Ghost!” The rider calls at the crowd and the scream in excitement. “Anddd…?” He reaches for the other man’s hand, who takes it, grinning like an idiot. “Call me Johnny.”

“Johnny!” The crowd roars again. “Alright boys, I need you back to back. Can I put my hands on yah for a sec?” He hold his arms up just barely before both men nod at him. “What did I say about using your words?” He juts his hip dramatically, crossing his arms with a giggle. Both men respond “Yes sir.” quicker than even they had expected.

“Atta boys!” He grins, placing a hand on both of their chests and maneuvering them to be back to back. Once he’s satisfied with their position, he swing a leg back over his bike. “Now don’t move. Kay?” He gives them a thumbs up, which they return, and he slaps his visor down. He swings his arms up to instigate the crowd, successfully causing them to starts screaming. Ghost notices for a moment that the crowd has nearly doubled since they left it, and he finds himself grateful to be in here not out there. But the though doesn’t last long as a tire is suddenly directly in his view. It spins wildly for a moment before disappearing as quickly as it had appeared. He feels the wind as the bike loops around him, adrenaline playing with his nerves just slightly. He can feel the excitement radiating off Soap in waves, and as he turns over his shoulder, he’s sees the exact wide eyed slack jawed look he was expecting. Soaps eyes trace the biker’s every move like a dog following a treat and Ghost can’t help but chuckle. As he turns back to facing forward, he flinched back just barely, as a hand reaches off the bikes handle and reaches down to tap his nose lightly as he passes. He follows the hand as it reaches out for Soap, ruffling his Mohawk as he circles.

His hand lifts back up to the bike as he begins looping vertically. The motor roars in both their ears as the bike does loop after gravity defying loop and Ghost can feel himself grin at the dizzying sensation of it all.

As the bike slows down, eventually stopping in the same place it started, the crowd goes wild. He drops the kick stand again and opens the door of the dome, waving for Ghost and Johnny to follow him. They do as instructed and he leads them to halfway between the crowd and the dome. As he stops, he fidgets with the underside of his helmet before sliding it off completely.

Soap can’t help but stare at him, hair tussled from the helmet, smile stretched ear to ear as he takes both their hands in each of his and raises them to the crowd. As if declaring them victorious. They defeated the Doom Dome. The crowd continues to scream as he lowers both their arms and steps forward to thank them. Soap looks ver the smaller man to Ghost, who shares an understanding look. This guy was down right pretty and neither one knew what to do about it. But as the crowd dies down and wanders off, he turns back to them, grin as wide as ever.

“Y’all did great!” He laughs, picking up his helmet. “You ever done that before?” I tilts his head curiously and the boys can’t help but think he looks like a puppy. All dopey grinned and doe eyed.

Soap answers first. “Na, we’ve never been in a Doom Done before, but it’s been my dream since I was a wee tyke! Wanted to be jus like you when I grew up.” He laughs, ruffling his hair a touch.

“Woah! Y’all ain’t from around here, are yah? Is that Scottish I’m hearing?” His eyes grow impossibly bigger.

This time, Ghost speaks. “Yeah, we’re just visiting.” And Y/N’s head tilts towards him.

“Oh! Well it was real nice of y’all to stop by our little circus!” His eyes close appreciatively. “Hey, I tell you what. You boys seem nice. And you said you wanted to be a rider when you were a kid, yeah? Here. Have my number, in case y’all ever wanna learn to ride! I got a couple o’ old practice bikes in storage. I’m sure they’d be happy see some use!” He pats himself down a moment, before pulling out a pair of business cards and holding them out to each of them.

Soap takes it gladly, and while Ghost is vaguely more apprehensive, he takes it anyway was Soap beams at the card. “I think I’ll have to take you up on that!”

“Please do! I’ve got to skedaddle, but it was real nice meeting you boys! Come back any time, Kay?” He waves as he wanders back to his bike and walks it out of the arena.

~I don’t know how to end this, so this is it. Xoxo, K.O.~

#ghost mw2 #soap mw2 #ghost x male reader #soap x male reader #cod modern warfare #cod fanfic #cod x male reader

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A highly misunderstood part of my life is the balance between my identity and my presentation.

It’s often assumed that femininity should be my enemy. But it isn’t. My femininity and I braid hair and talk gossip and fix each other’s lipstick.

My womanhood on the other hand. She and I are not friends. The way she claws her way from my body whenever in the month she feels like, the way she bulges at awkward angles, begging to be known in spite of my protests.

She makes me gross.

#transmasc #trans rant #ftm

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This creature you so fear is so desperate to be small instead of scary that it bares it’s ribs instead of it’s teeth, spine protruding further than it’s claws. And yet you still scream at it. Because now it is ugly and you are still cruel.

#what am i even saying #vent #creature poetry

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I realized today that the people I work with don’t like me very much. And I’d really like to chock it up to not having worked there as long as the rest of them, but the girl who started the same time as me seems to be everyone’s favorite person, and so now I can’t help but wonder what about me makes me harder to like.

Just for reference, today that girl bought everybody a cookie. Except for me. And last week was her birthday and everyone else was invited to dinner. And she invited a guy we both work with all the time to her Grad party and he went but when I invited him to mine he didn’t. And they all meet up for soccer games. And get dinner together. And hang out.

I want to be included in conversations, and invited to birthdays or sports events or dinners.

And I wanted a cookie too, man.

#rant #i need a new job

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I cried all my tears until all that was left to feel was anger.

Then I screamed out all my anger until there was nothing left to feel at all.

#rant ish #sometimes I just feel things man #it’s been a long night

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Unrelated to my last post but hear me out

Reader who is mute and uses their guitar to communicate, think “Yankee Rose” by David Lee Roth. If you haven’t heard that, listen to the intro then get back to me.

Anyway, so Reader and Pav are spider buddies and after a mission gone slightly awry, their guitar ends up broken and they have no form of communication. Pav, bless him, doesn’t entirely know what to do, BUT he does know another spider which a guitar, and that feels like a good place to start, right?

So one dimension hop later, they find themselves at the door of an apartment and Pav is just giddy. Knowing he wouldn’t understand them if they tried asking in Sign, they start waving vaguely around in attempt at “Bro, what’s going on? What is this place.” Pav, however, doesn’t get a chance to explain before the door is opened and on the other side stands the unit of a man that is Hobart Brown.

Pav explains the situation and asks if Reader can borrow his guitar long enough to help them get a new one.

Reader and Hobie just stare at each other and then at Pav, shaking their heads. Guitars are children. It will take a while for reader to find a new one that feels right and no sane guitarist would just let his buddy’s buddy borrow his guitar without knowing them for at least four months.

That being said, Pav is insistent, practically begging Hobie to let them borrow it. He just can’t go back to the days of having zero fucking clue what reader was trying to say to him.

Reader shakes his head and motions towards Hobie in a vague “Can I see it for just a quick sec?”

Hobie considers for a moment before shrugging and waving the both of them inside and sitting them on his couch. He picks up his guitar from its stand and as he hands it to reader, he winces at their grip, half tempted to take it back.

Reader, once situated, starts playing cords and plucking strings in patterns and combinations that make Hobart shiver. He’d never heard anything like it. Well, he had, but last time, it had been a street fight between a drunk woman and a raccoon. He reaches for the guitar but Pav puts his hand out.

“Just listen! They’re not trying to play, they’re trying to speak.” Pav stares at reader and starts nodding and humming in understanding. But the both of them notice their host’s confusion so they attempt to fill him in.

“Look, it takes a second to get used too but once you do, it’s like a second language! Say something simple.”

And reader does.

The guitar twangs a few notes and Pav bust out laughing. The reader stares expectantly at Hobart, who looks no more sure of what was going on than he had when they got there. They nudge Pav, obviously asking him to translate, before playing the same thing they just played.

“They’re saying‘you’re pretty.’, can you hear it?”

Hobie seems to disregard the statement in his attempt at hearing his guitar “speak”. Reader plays again and the cogs visibly click into place behind his eyes.

“Oh… Oh! The tone! You’re just playing with the tone and it sounds like someone talking! A real David Lee Roth type, yea?”

The reader throws their head back, and the guitar sounds out the iconic “WaHaHaHa!!”

Thank you for listening to my TED Talk❤️

#hobie brown x reader #spiderpunk x reader #spider punk #hobie brown #into the spider verse #spiderverse pavitr #pavitr my beloved

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I just had this moment where I was like “ Damn, that’s a pretty neat, fanfiction plot, I wish one of my favorite authors who write something like that.” And then I remembered, I write things, I could consider myself one of my favorite writers. I can create the light I wish to see reflected in the eyes of my idols. 

#hobie brown x reader