Hey perse! I just discovered your blog and I really like your works! The sleepy MC was super relatable, and I was wondering if you could write some HCs about insomniac MC? It’s rough out here 🥱 looking forward to what you write next :D
AAAA THANK YOU I’M SO GLAD YOU LIKE MY STUFF!! <333 Sorry to hear you’re struggling, insomnia literally sucks so hard. D:<
Hope I did your request justice, here you go~
Insomnia sucks, but do not dread! Demons do not need as much sleep as humans, which means they can devote plenty of time to helping you fall asleep instead!
The first thing Lucifer notices is the delayed reflexes and clumsiness. He originally thinks it’s just because you’re a human. Then he notices that you're quite frustrated with it which confuses him, because if that's the standard for humans then surely you'd be used to it, right? Still, he decides to observe you for a little while, before he confronts you.
It all collides one morning, when you drop your cup of coffee and burn your wrist, causing you to wince. Lucifer is immediately there, tending to you. "Are you hurt? Do you need ice on it?" You pull your hand to yourself and bite your lip, frustrated with it all. "I'm fine," you say, but now that he's close to you he finally notices the bags around your eyes. "Why do you look so tired?" he asks. You blink at him, baffled by his bluntness. "Just haven't been sleeping right," you eventually answer.
He immediately brainstorms how he can fix it. Do you need a new bed? Another pillow? Is the temperature in your room alright? He's very attentive after that and always assures you that the door to his office is open whenever you can't sleep.
Mammon notices that you have a hard time paying attention or focusing. You seem to doze off and stare into space often. He'll wave his hands in front of you. "Hey, human, you payin' attention?" he'll say and pout at you. He's such a whiner when your full attention isn't on him. "Sorry, Mams, I'm just tired," you say. "Yeah? Feel free to come to my room if you can't sleep," he'll offer an wink, despite his cheeks heating up.
He honestly doesn't expect you to take him up on his offer until he hears your soft knocking on his door. He immediately stumbles out of bed and throws his door open, grinning widely. When he catches your dissatisfied sleepy face, he tries to hold back a bit on his delight, obviously your discomfort is not a good thing, but he can't help being ecstatic that you're actually in his bed.
Leviathan notices because you always stay up really late with him to play video games. Don’t get him wrong, he likes playing with you, like a lot, but whenever he suggests going to bed, you always refuse. “One more game, please, Levi?” Come on, how can he say no to you? It’s just that one game always turns into three and the next thing he knows you’ve played for another hour.
One day he gathers up enough courage to ask you why and when you tell him you can’t fall asleep he immediately softens up. “Well, I, uh, so do you want to, maybe, I don’t know, sleep here?” His face is flushed but he insists that maybe it’ll be easier for you to sleep in the tub instead of your bed. You do sleep better that night, but it's not because of the tub, it's more because of Levi's calming breath and the slow heaving of his chest when he sleeps. After that, you often stay the night when you've played video games together and on the nights you have a particularly hard time falling asleep, you just lay there and listen to him sleep.
Satan reads for you until you fall asleep. He doesn't care how long it takes, he'll let you lay on his chest, while he reads for literal hours and he doesn't stop until he's absolutely sure that you're sleeping.
Like with sleepy MC, he'll begin to research why you can't sleep. He'll ask you if you're feeling stressed, offer to do your homework or if he needs to tell Lucifer to give you fewer chores. If he catches you drinking coffee or energy drinks, he'll tell you that those can actually worsen your sleep quality.
It gets to a point were you have to tell him that he's being kinda annoying about it. He'll frown and apologize. "I was just trying to help but I see that I might have overstepped." He's being dramatic here. Give him a couple of kisses and he's back at it again.
Whenever you wake too early in the morning and simply cannot lay in bed any longer Asmodeus is the one you go to. He's always up early, doing his skincare routine. He lets you sit in his bed, wrapped up in blankets, all bleary-eyed and with messy hair, while he’ll sit by his vanity. He thinks you look absolutely lovely, so sleepy and he'll look at you through the mirror, fighting the urge to smile and accidentally ruin his make-up.
Once he's done, he'll bring you to his chair and offer to do your skincare or makeup if you wear that. He'll take extra care, messaging your skin and shoulders. The sensation sometimes almost lulls you back to sleep.
Beelzebub absolutely hates it when you're cranky or depressed. "What's wrong?" he'll ask and when you tell him it's just because you didn't get any sleep, he gets quite confused. Humans get cranky if they don't get enough sleep? That seems awfully inconvenient...
I like to think that Beel is one of the best cuddlers of the brothers. He just has that build you know? He'll spoon you, wrap his arm around your waist and press kisses to your hair. If you ask, he'll tell you stories about his brothers, slowly lowering his voice to a point where it's just a low whisper. He waits till your breathing slows and he knows you're asleep. Then he'll kiss your head good night and go to sleep himself.
When you tell Belphegor that you have trouble sleeping, he doesn’t really understand you. What do you mean you can’t sleep? But you’re tired? Just go to bed?
Honestly, he’s kind of annoying about it but when he realizes that you genuinely just cannot sleep he apologizes. I don’t remember if this is ever addressed in the game, but I like to think that being around Belphegor actually makes humans kind of sleepy and because of that, naps are really nice with him because you actually manage to get some proper sleep.
Sometimes, Belphie and Beel team up and you all sleep together in the attic. You'll have Belphie facing you, face hidden in the crook of your neck, arms wrapped around you tightly. Then you'll have Beel behind you, an arm thrown over the both of you. It's the perfect combo, that helps you actually sleep through the night.
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Reponses to: "How Could You?"
list of writing prompts by @writers_potion
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize the impact of my actions."
"Let me explain why I made that decision."
"I had no choice because..."
"Can you specify what you're referring to?"
"I had my reasons, you know."
"I wish I hadn't done that."
"I'm not sure what you mean."
"I know I messed up, and I feel terrible about it."
"I honestly didn't know it was wrong."
"I take full responsibility for my actions."
"Is there any way I can make it up to you?"
"In the grand scheme of things, it seemed like the best option."
"I've been thinking a lot about what happened and..."
"I realize now that it was a mistake."
"Please try to see things from my perspective."
"It was the cat. Definitely the cat. They have a knack for causing chaos when you least expect it."
"In a moment of temporary insanity."
"It seemed like a good idea at the time."
"I plead the fifth!"
"Chaos has its own plans."
"I blame the moon phases."
"I was momentarily possessed by a prankster spirit."
"My brain took a coffee break without me."
"The stars aligned... against me."
"It was a 'hold my drink' kind of moment."
"The universe conspired against my better judgment."
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how and why is there discourse about whether or not certain queer identities exist/if people should be allowed(???) to use them. why is "people know their own identity better than you ever could, and they're the only one who get a say on what they are" such a tough concept to grasp
i think if you find yourself offended by the label someone uses (especially if they're a stranger) or think it invalidates your own, it's a good idea to look inside yourself and question why that may be. more often than not, it's a result of insecurity or uncertainty of your own identity (or many other things, but i won't make a whole list here). whatever reason it is, until you resolve it, you shouldn't take it out on people for having an identity you don't understand
many have said it before but it's worth saying over and over. infighting only helps our oppressors. conservatives don't care if you're a cis gay or a xenogender aegosexual aplatonic lesbian, they hate all of us either way. trying to fit in by going for people who are easier targets for them isn't gonna help you, it'll just alienate you from your own community, and you're never gonna please them. the momentary rush you get from hearing you're not like "one of /those/ gay people" is not worth it and is gonna do more harm in the long run, i assure you
also, it is important to me to say this, but having some less than nice kneejerk reaction caused by confusion about an identity you don't understand doesn't mean you're a bad person or anything. as long as you aren't mean to that person, and you take a second to think smth along the lines of "wait a minute, this isn't any of my business" after having said reaction, you're good 👍 a lot of reflexive reactions we have to things are ingrained into us simply by. well. living in a society 🤡 and you're not terrible for having those thoughts. it's your actions that matter, and your second thought (the "wait, why did i just think that?") is more defining of your actual character and morals than your reflex. i know that having thoughts like this, even tho they're unwanted, can very easily make one spiral, so it's important to me that whoever needs to hear this knows this doesn't make you a bad person 🙏 you're good, keep taking actions to be good, accept other people even if you don't understand them, and you're on the right track :)
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how to write vent post title that does not come off as self-pitying and or accusatory (because it's NOT !)
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genuinely very sweet that all of the other bad kids are immediately ready to square up for kristen when kipperlily comes for her
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I already posted this to my main, but now that I've got a writing-specific sideblog I figured I should post it here as well. The art is by the wonderfully talented @hotdrinks, who you should definitely commission - he has a link to his commission form in his pinned post!
Ariadne was a puzzle that took a bit of decoding to figure out, but Claire thought she’d gotten quite good at it. A raised eyebrow meant, "Go on," pursed lips meant, "Stop talking." Pinching the bridge of her nose meant performative exasperation, massaging her temple meant genuine exasperation. That one particular smile of hers where the corners of her mouth pinched together tightly meant, “I have somehow convinced myself that if I laugh in front of my coworkers they will never respect me again, so I will not laugh at your dumb joke,” and that one sharp, barking laugh of hers meant the dumb joke in question had caught her off guard. Glasses pushed to the top of her head meant either, “I have a headache,” or, “I’ve had my nose buried in some dense legal document from 1898 for so long that I’ve lost all sense of time and space,” or, “I have a headache because I’ve had my nose buried in some dense legal document from 1898 for so long that I’ve lost all sense of time and space.”
And Claire was almost, but not quite, certain that that one particular smile of Ariadne’s, where her lips barely moved but her eyes went all soft around the edges, meant, “I adore you. I don’t know when that happened, I don't even know exactly why, but I would give the world to you if you asked.” Claire’s answering smile always meant that, anyway.
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ok i think it’s time i admit it i’m a tom apologist. sorry
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hi hello!!! free ramble space about anything here!!!
I mean it. absolutely anything. go wild.
I have this one irl who I love very dearly but talking to them is always so, not strange or difficult but lemme just describe the vibe and see if anyone gets it. it feels like I'm talking to a younger version of myself just figuring themselves out which is so weird cause we're the same age and I actually think they're a couple months older than me? But it just gets me thinking about how much I've had to mature so quickly and so young, and although my parents are somewhat if not definitely to blame there's just so many contradictory things going on between my feelings, my memories, and what I know logistically abt my childhood . It's kinda crazy and honestly it's a lot to think about
Like, back to my friend now. It's double weird because I know just how unlikely it is that we'll turn out alike, because the people i was surrounded with back when I was younger and the ppl we're surrounded with now are so different. And it's crazy because aside from my ex the people I'm surrounded with NOW are the people I would have loved to be around when I was younger, and I'm happy that my friend gets to get that during a period in their life where they need that. But I'm also kind of jealous. Because there's no way they'll have to mature as quickly as I did in the same circumstances, both because of our friends but also because they have me. And it's, awful because I can feel myself being distant even though I do genuinely care about them so much, it's just weird because every time I talk to or look at them it feels like I'm looking into a mirror a seeing a younger me. Which is NOT something you wanna vibe with your friend whose again, the same age if not older than you. And to be honest, I've always felt this with all of my friends to varying degrees. I think with them it's just the most prominent because of where we're both at in our lives rn as well as how similar we are as people.
And with us being similar as people, I think that's also a part of it, because I've always been someone whose much more of an "opposites attract" kinda guy. I mean just look at my boyfriend (love you sp1cy :]<3) so trying to interact with someone whose so similar to me is kinda like uncharted territory for me. Because, if they're ANYTHING like me when I was younger from what I'm just intuitively picking up on, then they have a big storm coming. but like, god it's just kinda nuts crazy now that I think abt it.
And to the real crux of the issue which is me feeling order than my friends, throughout my life I've always had to mentor or parent or be emotionally there for people who are older than me. And that includes my online friends who are actually adults, and no fault to any of my mutuals who see this btw. I'm happy to help, but it's a noticeable trend throughout my life which I think ultimately stems from my parents. It's just getting more prominent and noticeable to me now that I'm a teenager and also trying to loosen up on being the most emotionally mature one all the time. But it's crazy, cause even when I'm feeling like I'm being way looser my maturity is something a lot of people pick up on, both irl and online. Irl because they've told me, and online because of how people treat and interact with me.
It's not as bad now but I remember when a lot of my followers and even people who didn't follow me and even my FRIENDS fully thought I was 19-21 yrs old. Which isn't true now but it was even less true 2 years ago. Now that I've, aforementioned, been letting myself be a lot looser with my maturity I think more people can guess that I'm a teenager, which tbh the connotations with that are pretty fucking endless and vast and dare I say, dangerous. Which is the main reason I don't mention it often or at least try to mention it as little as possible. But it also comes hand in hand with I feel like people will take my points less seriously just cause I'm young. And ik, big issue to have on this corner of tumblr (sarcasm) but it is a thought that comes out a lot. This kinda conflict where I think "will people respect this opinion less because it's coming from a teenager or will they respect the opinions of teenagers more." It's just something kinda crazy to me. How old I am for someone so young. Yeah that's it I think that's all
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i'm going away until friday so i'm not gonna be on tumblr (yay for my screen time, i guess)
have a picture of jeff for the time being <3
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I’m new here so sorry if you’ve talked about this already or if this isn’t something you talk about. Do you think elain and lucien are going to be the protagonists of the next acotar book, or the one after that? ❤️
Hey love!! Welcome!! I think the common consensus in most Elucien/Gwnriel circles is that Az is the protag of the next book and Elain is the protag of the one after. I'm fairly sure I've seen @bookofmirth and @yazthebookish talk about this pretty extensively, so if you're curious as to why people think this, those are two blogs that would be good to check out!
In my lil corner of this fandom I usually just like to talk about putting characters in situations outside of canon and I don't dwell too much on what the next books will or won't contain. 💕
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Feels like some level of sensation is returning, 4 months after surgery, cause there's some weird shit going on down there that was much less pronounced a few months ago. Not sure what I'm supposed to do with it though. To all those girls in manga and anime who never figured out how to masturbate on their own, I'm sorry for thinking you were stupid. It really was much more intuitive with a dick.
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Stressed bc Tumblr is actually my only stream of income rn and I'm not making anything on it despite my best efforts
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A familiar face pays you a visit a few days after you wake up next to a living Simon Riley.
"Captain MacTavish. You are much younger now than when I last saw you."
His crystal blue eyes widen when he realizes what you've said.
"Captain? That's what I am in yer time?" he asks, his disbelief apparent. "Did I also have a wife?"
Before you can answer him, Simon Ghost storms into the room and locks eyes with MacTavish, whose spine has gone stiff, expecting a reprimand.
"Get out, Sergeant. You're not to be in here again, understood?" his tone is austere.
"Aye, sir." MacTavish mouths an apology your way, and swiftly walks out the door, leaving you alone with the man who wears the face of your husband.
"You," he pivots on his heels to look at you, his eyes dark, swirling with fury, "are to talk to no one here. As far as I'm concerned, you're an enemy. Why the Captain hasn't locked you up in a cage is beyond me."
As you feel that unmistakable feeling of your throat tightening, your eyes well up with tears, causing your vision to blur. Your Simon would never look at you like that— never speak to you like this.
Understanding that this isn't a discussion, you turn away, clenching your jaw to suppress the overwhelming urge to sob. There is a sharp ache in your chest, a poignant sting that relentlessly pierces your heart.
But a harsh grip on your chin jerks your attention back to Ghost so abruptly your neck pops, and growls, "Don't turn your back to me, bint. I'm not done talkin'."
Meeting his gaze, your eyes betray you as tears overflow, tracing a path of glistening sorrow down your face.
"Now I see why you haven't married in this life," you choke out. "You're a bitter, foul shell of a man with no sympathy."
Angrily wiping your cheeks and grabbing at his thick wrist, you lurch it away from you.
You grab at the dog tags that have been hidden under your shirt. "I have been nothing but miserable since I met you. I loved my husband with everything I had and so painfully wished I had been buried with him."
A bitter laugh escapes your lips, and you remark, "You may share his body, but you are nothing like him."
"I don't know how anyone could ever grow to love you."
The room is quiet, except for your shaky breathing and occasional sniffle. Ghost remains stock-still in front of you, unblinking. He slowly rises to full height and silently walks out of the room.
You lift the dog tags to press a kiss onto them with a trembling hand, and your thumb runs over the engraved 'Simon "Ghost" Riley' on it.
What have you done?
it's gotta get worse before it gets better :( sorry!
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