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#and that my rad started in middle school
devildomditzy · 2 years
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With an MC who thinks they’re not good enough for them
Made this as a personal vent/comfort piece for my self
If you start thinking bad thought about yourself, you just gotta think “the brothers would be so hurt if they caught me thinking this way”
Tags/Warnings: Self-Deprecating Thoughts
Lucifer
Takes it very personal
As pride incarnate, he values himself on making his guests feel comfortable
Even if it’s not him causing the thought, he’ll still see it upon himself to try and fix it
You don’t even have to say it, he just knows (okay, maybe you vented to Beel and Beel told Lucifer cause he was worried about you but that’s beside the point)
“MC, I was unaware I was doing you the disservice of not imploring your importance to us. Let me make that up to you.”
You don’t know how he knows, but you don’t question it.
He prepares tea for the both of you, ready to have a full conversation about self reflection.
Every negative comment you make about yourself he’s quick to counter
“You’ve truly become the gem of the Devildom, MC. I cannot be dissuaded from believing the same goes for the human realm. You’re very dear to me.”
Mammon
Oh hell no
He will not stand for it
He had asked you to attend one of his shoots earlier this week but you had never responded to his invitation, changing the subject every time he brought it up
At first he thinks you just don’t want to go, which hurts him. You catch onto this, and not wanting him to think that the real reason comes out
“It’s just… you’re a model. Not to mention you were a literal angel sculpted by the Gods, and you make an even hotter demon. You’re on the cover of every magazine in the Devildom. Wherever we go you get recognized and fawned over. Hell, you’ve even got a fan club here at school. You’re also one of the most powerful demons and leaders of this realm. Why the hell would you wanna be seen with some pathetic, average looking human like me.”
His heart breaks
He blames himself for not catching on quicker
“Oi! I’m not gonna let anyone talk about my human like that, even if you are that human!”
In the middle of his rant about how everything about you is perfect to him, from your gorgeous appearance to your terrible humor, to your radiant personality, he gets an idea.
Its like you can see a lightbulb flash over his head, he gets giddy like a child, taking out his phone and quickly dialing a number
As it rings it rings, he proudly says, “If ya got a problem with me bein’ a model, I guess we’ll have to make you one too!”
His agency is actually thrilled to have a chance to shoot Diavolo’s esteemed human exchange student. It’s like a once in a millennia chance.
And he’s holding your hand proudly through it. Now he can show you off to the whole Devildom.
You were nervous about it all week until you saw the photos printed on every magazine in town
You stood next to Mammon, both in your Rad uniforms posing in front of the school. You breath hitches in your throat when you see just how adoringly he is staring at you in each and every photo
He may be a professional, but no amount of training could have stopped his love for you from shining through his expressions
He rips these pictures out of his copy, hanging them both all over his and your rooms
“Now the whole Devildom knows we’re a match made in heaven! Well….shit…uh…ya know what I meant.”
Levi
All that stuff about you being a normie, you know he was just kidding right!?
You open up to him against your will, as you both engaged in another weird card game he bought off of Akuzon, and were bound by the rules to confess a burden or be stuck in the games limbo forever
How could anyone (let alone you) think that about his Henry? His player two?
“H-hey! You’re not giving yourself enough credit! You’re super cool, MC! Like, boss level status!!!”
By the shine and sincerity in his eyes, you know this boy is telling the truth
When you flash him a smile and let out a gorgeous laugh, let’s just say the boy melts
Scoop him off the floor and into your arms, he’ll appreciate it.
Asmo
You have to realize there is only one thing in this world that Asmo thinks can even come close to comparing to him and it’s you
If he is Adonis, then you are Aphrodite (and vice versa)
When he sees you staring in the mirror for a beat too long and learns it’s NOT because you’re admiring your own beauty
oh honey
you’ve got a big storm comin’
We’re talking a self care whirlwind here
He’s got face creams, he’s got body scrubs, he’s got lotions, he’s got makeup, he’s bringing out the big guns
And he’s doing all the work too. Asmo is making sure you feel pampered and radiant by the end of the night
If self care doesn’t work, then he’s got other ways of convincing you *ahem hem*
Satan
You’re preaching to the choir hun
He can’t help himself, he compares his every move with Lucifer’s, worrying he’s not as good as him; worrying he’ll never best him
He knows how much that feeling sucks though, and he never ever wants you to even have an inkling of those thoughts
It happens during a study session in the library, he notices just how out of it you are today
“And what exactly is the correct terminology for hypnotizing someone with cursed speech, MC?…….MC?”
When you finally snap out of your haze and meet his eyes, he knows something in wrong
He’ll softly but steadfast question you, even if you don’t tell him the complete truth, he knows exactly what’s wrong, he can see it in your eyes. The same look he sees when he looks in the mirror.
“I’m just not as smart as you, Satan. I’m just a human. Let’s face it, I’m never gonna pass these exams. Diavolo’s gonna send me home because I’m just not good enough. I’m not as great as you all make me out to be.”
At those words, panic sets into his eyes temporarily before they soften
“MC, you’re the most remarkable being I’ve ever met. Quite frankly, I never thought a human could survive down here- well, there’s Solomon, but I wouldn’t quantify him as human. You’re certainly more clever than you think. Honestly, you’re not as great as we all think. You’re even better than that.
After his little pep talk, he’ll take you back to his room for a little study break. He’ll make you tea, read to you, nap with you, whatever makes you feel better.
You enchant him <3
Beel
This has Beel utterly baffled because the poor boy cannot wrap his head around why you or anyone else would ever have a negative thought about you
He may not speak it all the time because he just assumes you know but you are his everything
If even an inkling of a negative thought comes out of your mouth, Beel will stare at you straight faced for a beat before completely enveloping you into his strong arms
He’s not the best with words (usually, he leaves the poetics for his twin) but he will really make an attempt to chase these doubtful emotions from your mind
“MC, I don’t know what made you feel this way but I promise it’s far from the truth. Now, how can I help you feel better?”
Belphie
omg bestie him too, small world!!!
I mean, how could he be enough for you? He tried to kill you!!!
Mutual and constant assurance common between the two of you
And ever since the events of that day, a giant question has been gnawing at the back of your mind. You can’t help but let it slip one day
“Belphie, are you sure you love ME? That i’m not just a replacement in your mind for Lilith? You hated me until you found out I was her descendant…I-I mean, how could you change your mind that fast?”
He’s stunned to say the least, but shakes his head and softly smiles at you before stating
“Yes, I did hold a grudge against humans, but not particularly you. I would have attacked any human who found their way in front of me back then. Lilith is my sister, of course I love and miss her. But you MC? You are the light of my life. I could only see red until I saw through your human nature and finally saw the beautiful soul that is you. I realized I was wrong that day, wrong for a very long time. Now, I don’t want to waste anymore time, I want to spend it all with you.”
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another-lost-mc · 10 months
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MAMMON x gn!Reader 1.3k Words | SFW | Fluff | Pet Names (Babe, Treasure) | Some cursing -> Prompt: Working in the Garden Together [ obey me! masterlist ]
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It started one ordinary afternoon at RAD when you and Mammon were heading to lunch together. Barbatos appeared out of nowhere and stepped into your path to get your attention. He ignored Mammon's annoyed grumbles and bowed to you in apology.
"There's something I'd like to talk to you about, if you have a spare moment?" He didn't usually approach you like this in the middle of the school day, and you were curious about what he wanted.
"You can go on ahead without me," you suggested to Mammon quietly as you pulled your hand away from his.
"Nah, I'll wait here for ya, babe," Mammon muttered as he watched Barbatos lead you across the hall to a little alcove that wasn't quite as noisy.
The hallways were still teeming with other students going to lunch, but Mammon stayed exactly where he was. He leaned against the wall and pretended to scroll through his D.D.D. while glancing up very frequently to see what you and Barbatos were up to. He couldn't hear what you were discussing, but whatever it was lit up your face with excitement, and Barbatos seemed pleased by your reaction.
Fortunately, Diavolo's butler didn't keep you long. He nodded to Mammon before he disappeared into the throng of students, and you returned to Mammon's side with a little bounce in your step.
"Hungry?" you asked him, and you laced your fingers together and tugged him in the direction of the cafeteria.
"Oh, definitely," he responded stiffly. He cleared his throat and glanced at you from the corner of his eye. "So, what'd Barbatos want with ya?"
You flashed him an excited grin that made his heart stutter. "He ordered some new plants for the castle gardens, but he said he overestimated how many he needed. He offered to give us some for the house."
Mammon rubbed the back of his head. "Plants? Like flowers? Why'd he offer 'em to us?"
"I mentioned once or twice that I always wanted to garden. My—well, I knew someone who was really talented, but I didn't have a chance to learn." You chuckled and shook your head. "I'm not much of a green thumb. He said the plants he's giving us are beginner-friendly so maybe it won't be too difficult." You shrugged. "It doesn't hurt to try, right?"
Mammon held your hand while you both stood in line to buy your lunches, and he only let go once you were both seated and he was snug at your side. You seemed fine, but your eyes had that faraway look, the one you got whenever you talked about something that reminded you of the human world.
He glanced down at his lunch tray and moved the food around with his fork without really eating it.
Gardening, huh?
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Chat: 24
Mammon: Yo, Satan.
Mammon: You spend a lot of time in the garden with your cats, right?
Satan: They're not my—
Satan: Yes, I do. Why?
Mammon: What do you know about gardening?
Satan: Gardening?
Mammon: You know, when you stick things in the ground and they grow.
Satan: I know what gardening is.
Satan: Why do YOU want to know about it?
Mammon: It's hard to explain.
Mammon: Meet me in the library, will ya?
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Chat: 12
Mammon: Have I told you lately that you're the best big brother that a second-oldest, second-best brother could ask for?
Lucifer: What do you want, Mammon?
Mammon: I need Goldie back.
Lucifer: Absolutely not.
Mammon: Come on, it's important.
Lucifer: I'll be the judge of that.
Mammon: Look, it's not for me. It's for...it's for the house. I just need to pick up a few things on Akuzon.
Lucifer: I heard from Satan that you were interested in a new hobby.
Mammon: You don't have to be a jerk about it.
Lucifer: Luckily for you, this is something I approve of.
Lucifer: I already purchased the items on the list he gave you. They should be delivered tomorrow.
Mammon: You're the best big brother I could ask for, ya know that?
Lucifer: You mentioned that already.
Mammon: Yeah, but this time I really mean it!
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Chat: 👑 Treasure 👑
You: Barbatos just delivered the box of plants for the garden. The flowers are so pretty!
You: And I think there might be some herbs in the box too.
You: Want to help me if you're not busy?
Mammon: You bet I do. Meet me in the garden, babe.
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When you first arrived in the garden, Mammon took the huge box of plants from you and set it aside so you could see the surprise he spent that morning working on. He pointed out the bags of soil Satan said you would need and the types of tools that would be easiest for you to use.
You looked around in awe, but the longer you stood there without uttering a sound, the more self-conscious he felt. He was still wearing the flower-print gardening gloves Lucifer ordered for him (haha, very funny). His bare arms and clothes were grimy from kneeling in the dirt; he was weeding one of the flowerbeds before you arrived.
He pulled off one of the gloves and ran his hand through his sweaty hair. He shook his head quickly and a handful of leaves and twigs fell to the ground around him. He felt the way he probably looked—like a total mess.
Did he screw this up for you already?
"I know you said this was something you wanted to do, ya know, your dream or whatever. I just thought that—mmph—!" Whatever Mammon wanted to say was cut off when your practically threw yourself at him and drew him into a clumsy kiss. Laughter bubbled out of you and there were tears dotting your lashline, but your cheeks dimpled and you looked so fuckin' happy.
"Thank you so much," you murmured against his chest and hugged him as tightly as you could.
"Anytime, babe. I love ya," he whispered. He peppered kisses against your brow until you giggled in his arms.
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Three days later...
Mammon was supposed to meet you in your room to watch a movie, but he said he had something to do in the garden first. Admittedly, you were curious if there was even anything left to do. With Mammon's help, most of the weeds and dead plants were cleared away and the new ones were freshly planted in their place.
He was as proud of your garden as you were.
This morning he went outside to check on things, but he seemed annoyed when he returned. You asked him if something was wrong but he shrugged it off as nothing for ya to worry about, babe.
He was taking longer than the quick sec he promised, so you headed to the back of the house to see what he was up to. You could hear his muffled voice through the glass doors leading into the gardens, but you couldn't see anyone else outside with him.
You opened the door slightly and were about to get his attention, but you stifled a laugh when you realized he was talking to the crows. They were perched on the fence and watching him with unblinking black eyes, tilting their heads every so often as he spoke to them.
"—and I don't care how amazing everything here looks, you're not allowed to eat 'em. You want something to eat? Barbatos has lots of plants over at the castle, go eat his instead—"
You held up your D.D.D. and snapped a picture of Mammon waving animatedly while he lectured the crows. After you set the picture as your new phone wallpaper, you backed away as quietly as you could and headed back to your room. You sent him a message to bring popcorn to your room when he was finished, and you stared at Mammon's photo with a bashful grin on your face.
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eliciria · 2 months
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hello love!
i saw that you write yandere material and are looking for inspiration! so if you don’t mind I’d love to request some yandere headcanons for satan from om (๑>؂•̀๑)
a/n : heyyy !! thanks so much for requesting. It's a bit short, I hope you don't mind.
whisper to the trees ... (ask box status) : open
check my about me/request rules here
wc : 0.67k words
cws : dark content, mdni! suggestive asf, mentions of kidnapping (not on you), potential smut in the end?
song playing : prayer1 by april27
Yandere! Satan headcanons
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On a scale of 1-10, from how scary Satan would be compared to other demons if they were a yandere, I'd make Satan a solid 5.
I am not like Keith Lee, and I can't give that much of a rating without being a little bit biased. So I'll just try to validate my opinion.
Let's start with the fact that this man is pretty much the concept of a person who does his homework. He knows what makes you feel disgusted and what tingles your stomach in lust.
May or may not have studied human anatomy just to use it to his advantage.
Aching from school? He's already massaging the part between your shoulder and neck that makes you feel good, albeit a bit ticklish.
Someone flirted with you at school? Satan kidnaps them, syringes a lethal amount of vitamin c underneath their tongue, and leaves them out on the streets. People say the poor student died from cardiac arrest.
You were a bit uncomfortable after hearing that one. You had just talked to that demon after all. Were you next? Your train of thought was interrupted as Satan ruffles your hair, telling you to be safe. You offer him a smile, and you nod. (He watches as you walk to RAD, shuffling the syringe between his index and middle finger)
Doesn't let you leave his room, and not in the "I captured you" way that you'd imagine. Of course you have to go to school and, do the occasional meet up with those outside (Solomon checking on you), he lightly gaslights you into staying with him for the majority of your stay within HOL. (Little do you know, he may or may not have pulled some strings for you to stay with him here. You aren't leaving hell, sorry.)
Lends you his clothes, in fact, kind of pressures you to wear it. It triggers something in him, a desire. He wants to be all yours, and you to be all his. Wearing a shirt or one of his turtle necks solidifies the fact that you reciprocate this.
He knows what he's doing is toxic and wrong, but he attempts to justify it. (He is going through a crisis within himself trying to validate his gaslighting and manipulating.)
He's incredibly sweet to you, and I mean incredibly. Buying you your favorite drinks, reading to you, all that.
Follows the sidewalk rule for his life, always peels your oranges and whatever fruit you want, and always attempts to keep his anger from bubbling out.
It rarely ever works though, as he is still the avatar of Wrath. Rage bubbles out, especially if something happens to you in particular. Lucifer scolding him? Fine. Mammon stealing his books? He'll get him later. But you going missing? (You were late by 2 minutes..) He was beginning to feel nauseous, his fist clenching. He gripped the book in front of him, trying to keep calm. The ticking of the clock seemingly became louder, and right as he was about to start ravaging his room, a soft hand laid on his lower back.
"Satan?" You say softly, trying to determine whether or not he was angry. He lets out a breath. You smelled so nice. A bit too nice. He turns around. The way that he looked at you now made it seem like he wasn't fuming and holding in his barely contained anger a few seconds ago.
"Hm?" A smile on his face. You couldn't tell what he was thinking of, but the way that he gripped your hand after you stopped holding his shoulder, he probably needed some comfort. (You were dead wrong, he was holding in a boner right then and there.)
You hugged him, patting his back.
"Are you angry?" You mutter quietly. He blinks, before hugging you back "No, no I am not." He takes a whiff of your scent. Sweet. He suddenly gripped your waist, eliciting a yelp from you.
He has decided. Instead of ravaging the room, he'll ravage you instead.
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a/n : i leave that to your imagination. reminder i do write smut, so this can continue! My requests are open, so please do request if you have something in mind! Thanks for reading.
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anthracite-writes · 7 months
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Obey Me! One-shot; Personal Maid Cafe Service
Leviathan x gn! reader || SFW || TW//CW: uses male termonalogy [ uses the term "Bulter" insted of maid and once use of the word "Handsome" but thats about it] - General Summary: Working your usual shift after school hours to earn a bit of grim on the side at one of the popular maid cafes in the Devildom, you are requested by one of the guest - not expecting who you would meet on the other side of the private room door.
NOTE // I want to shoot my shot at a one-shot fic so why not? Sorry in advance if the story seems choppy and doesn't flow correctly. It's my first time in a long time attempting at short fiction and writing in second person - this might be a one time thing for writing second person for one-shots. Let's just say I'm using this as a little exercise to ease myself back into writing these type of stuff. again, sorry in advance if this isn't a good one shot.
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You were in the middle of checking out a group of guests you were assigned to for the day, waiting for them to finish with their transaction at the counter, fidgeting with the sleeve of my uniform slightly as you started to zone out a bit - wondering what the brothers were up to back home. “Y/N, you got requested in private room 3B. It’s Party of one.” one of my co-workers said in a hushed tone, squeezing past you to grab a couple menus, “Well, not exactly requested by name - but they requested a ‘butler’ to serve them.”
“I’ll see to it then, thanks for the heads up.” You said softly as you heard the transaction go through. You flash a smile at the group of customers, handing them they’re recipe upon their request and wishing them on their way.
You step away from the counter and grab the menus and head to the hall lined with doors in the back of the cafe, straightening out the dress vest and fixing the tie of the butler uniform you had to wear in a subtle manner, occasionally greeting guests as they passed you. It wasn’t usual that a guest would request a butler as their server for their experience in this maid cafe, hence the lack of ‘butlers’ in this location. Or any other maid cafes for that matter. It was extremely rare for maid cafes in general to even have any other gender than female employees since more often than not these themed restaurants are more directed to the male demographic. It was extremely lucky you found this job listing on the bulletin in the House of Lamentation. And it did pay extremely well, which you was happy about as well, no longer needing to rely on the allowances Lord Diavolo gave you as the human exchange student at RAD.
I finally reach the room I was assigned to, closing my eyes and taking a breath as you hyped yourself up to entertain another guest. ‘okay… here we go again.’ You put your hand on the door knob, going in without even looking who you were serving though the fully glass door, just wanting to get this private room guest done and over with. Going into the room, you flash a smile at the guest. “Welcome home, masterrrr…” Your words dragged as eyes widen at the sight of the guest, the guest equally as surprised - hearing the Avatar of Envy start to stutter from his usual nervous habit.
“Y/N… I, um.. Er… H-hi…” Leviathan stuttered, his cheeks going red as he flustered up. Both of you were in the same boat, way too stunned to speak from surprise and shocked.
“Hi…” you’re voice trailed, closing the door and pulling the privacy curtain over it, “You can’t tell anyone I work here-”
“Please! You can’t tell my brothers, they won’t let me live it down!” Levi begged, cutting you off mid sentance before looking away from you as he fidgeted with the sleeve of his jacket you usually see him wear around the house when he’s out of his room.
The two of you stared at each other, awkwardness filling the air before you finally spoke, “Okay… I won’t say a word about you being here if you don’t tell anyone I work here."
Levi nodded feverishly in response, happily agreeing to those terms. You take a shaky breath and continue with your usual greeting, walking over to the table and putting down the menus.
“Welcome home Master. What can I start you off with for drinks?” you say, looking at him with a soft smile.
Leviathan’s cheeks became a darker shade of red as you spoke and only worsened when you smiled at him, “Please um… can you just call me by my name?” He requested, looking at you nervously.
“It’s kinda my job to call you 'master', Levi… you of all people should know that.” You say with a soft voice, trying to put the shut-in sitting in front of you at ease.
“I-I know that much, Y/N… it’s just…” Levi trailed off though, trying to find the words and trying to not mess this up, “It feels weird hearing you of all people saying that to me…” he averted his eyes from yours, focusing on the menu in front of him.
You couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh, “Well… I do remember you talking about how you want to have the full maid cafe experience one time, so allow me to help you with that experience. Again, it's part of my job. It’s kinda a requirement.” You reasoned with him, straightening out your uniform, fixing the gloves on your hands to make sure they were taut against the shape of your hand.
Levi bit his lip,  “F-fine… I guess it’s fine…” he mumbled, his tangerine orange eyes looking up at you, looking at your uniform then meeting your gaze. “Uh… I um…” He began to fidget, his eyes starting to avoid you and looking pass you.
“Levi, take your time. Don’t push yourself too hard. I’ll wait,” You say with a soft tone, folding your hands in front of you.
The demon nodded slightly as he took a breath, “Can I get water…? Please?” His voice trembled, looking up at you at the corner of his eye.
“Of course master, I’ll leave you alone with the menu and I’ll be back with your water.” You turn on your heels and walk to the door, looking over your shoulder as you take hold of the door handle, checking on the lavender haired male you were serving. He was looking down at the menu, occasionally looking up to see if you’ve left before averting his eyes back at the menu. You couldn’t help but just smile a bit, you can see he’s trying to push himself to be more social and you couldn’t help but feel for him, you take a breath before you exit the room.
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“Um, Y/N…?” Leviathan chimed up, getting your attention, walking over to his side.
“What can I do for you, Master Leviathan?” You say, looking lean down slightly as you wait for his response.
Leviathan’s cheeks rosy up from how close you were to him, clearing his throat a bit before he spoke, looking up at you from where he sat, “I… uh… I just wanted to tell you that I uh… I think your uniform looks nice…” he said through stutters, “y-you look really handsome… I mean! I, uh…”
You felt your face heat up from his comment, letting out a soft chuckle from the flattery, “Thanks, I’m quite fond of the uniform myself.”
Levi cleared his throat again, “A-anyway, I figured out what I want to eat…” he said, showing you the menu and pointing at what he wanted, you can see that his hands were trembling from all the nerves he must be feeling. You simply responded with a nod, pulling out the pocket note pad and pen from your pant pocket, taking note of it. “I’ll be right bac-” “Y/N… can I make a request of you…” Leviathan cut you off, immediately getting flustered, “S-sorry! I didn’t mean to cut you off! I- um…”
“Leviathan… Master, it’s fine…” You say, looking at him with a soft expression, “You’re the one in charge here, remember?”
The demon gulped down hard and nodded, “R-right… well um… is… it possible if you can um… if you can stay here… with… with me?” he stuttered, his gaze averting away from you as he fidgeted the hem of his shirt.
“Of course master, I’ll just put in your order first if that’s okay. I won’t leave the room, I’ll do it remotely, okay?” You said with a smile, turning and walking away from him, making your way to the tablet on the wall next to the door, putting in his order as the room fell to complete silence - the sound of you tapping on the screen the only thing audible.
“Um… Y/N?” You hear the male behind you call out.
You let out a hum in response to let him know you heard him, “Yes? What is it, master?” you call back, sending the order off to the kitchen.
“Can… can you sit with me?” He requested, looking down at the table as his leg shook. You turned around, seeing how anxious he was. Without a word, you walk back to the table and pull out the seat across from the male, sitting straight up, hands folded in your lap. Levi looked up at you wide eyed as if he was a deer in the headlights, not expecting you to accept his request. “Are… you just doing this to make me happy…?” He mumbled, looking at you from the corner of his eye.
“No, I’m doing this out of my own free will. I don’t usually accept these kinds of requests when I’m on the open floor area of the café since it’s kinda against the rules. But in private rooms, those rules don’t apply but I still have the right to reject requests. Besides, I’ll happily sit with you. “Though, I do have something to ask you if you don’t mind.” You add.
Leviathan looked back at you, his eyes softening, finally relaxing his nerves after all this time, “S-sure… I don’t mind, what is it?”
“Why… Did you request a butler server? Were you aware I worked here?” You asked, seeing Levi immediately start to fluster up.
“No! It’s nothing like that, I knew you worked - I just had no idea you were working here!” He raised his hands in protest before sighing, putting his hands flat on the table’s “I-I was just curious is all… nothing else to it. I wasn’t expecting to see you in such a place… dress up like…”
“A butler?” You said through a chuckle. Leviathan lips curled slightly in a small smile as you finished his thought and nodded.
“Yeah, you can say that…” he said with a slight chuckle in his tone, “Is… it okay if I request something from you again, Y/N?”
“You don’t need to ask every time you want to give me an order, you know? You say though a chuckle. Leviathan’s cheeks turned red from your words, a slight pout on his lips.
“Well… Is it okay if I request that we share what I ordered?” The demon asked, looking away from you as his face deepened in colour.
“Like… you want to split your meal with me?”
Leviathan looked at you then looked away with a slow blink, “Yeah… I mean, there’s nothing to it! I… I just assumed you’re kinda hungry and dinner won’t be ready by the time you get off your shift.” He muttered under his breath, yet loud enough to hear his reasoning, “You can say no, I’d understand… why would you want to share food with a yucky otaku like me-”
“I’d be happy to take you up on your offer, Master Leviathan.” You say softly, cutting him off. He looked at you with pure shock, his orange hue eyes glistening with silent joy as he processed what you just said to him. After a while of silence he gulped, parting his lips as if to say something to you only to be shut down by your pager going off.
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You step out into the busy streets of the Devildom, letting a sigh of exhaustion from finally getting off your shift, you sling your bag over your shoulders and turn in the direction to go back to the House of Lamentation, stopping in your tracks as you see the familiar otaku waiting outside the cafe, his back against the brick wall as he scrolled through his phone. “Levi?” You call out to him, getting his attention. A faint smile forming on his lips when his eyes meet yours.
“Hey, Y/N… you’re finally off the clock?” Levi says with a slight stutter, putting his phone away in his pocket and pushing his back off the wall and walk over to you, hands in his jacket pocket in an attempt to look cool.
“How… have you been waiting out here?” You said with a chuckle, seeing the shut-in’s pale skin slowly turn red at your question, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked down at the stone streets.
“I uh… don’t get the wrong idea, I was just passing by after visiting a couple shops to pre-order stuff and just window shop, ya know?” The lavender-haired male said through stutters, shoving his hand that he was rubbing against his neck into his pocket again. “I just… wanted to stop by, see if you were done with your shift and I um… I…” His eyes slowly drifted back to you, the small smile on your lips while you listened to him speak made his face heat up even more, and it didn’t help you were still in your work uniform - adding onto the cuteness factor to him. He takes a deep and shaky breath as he closes his eyes, trying to relax himself, “I… was wondering if you’d like me to walk back to the House of Lamentation… “But not in the cliche-normie ‘I want to walk home with you because I like you’ way… just for convenience sake! Since we’re both heading home now.” He added, eyes wide and cheeks red as he tried to reason.
“And what makes you think I want to go directly home?” you say in a teasing manner, Levi's posture stiffening up at your words at his face deepens with colour. Leviathan started to stammer and stumble over his words, unsure how to answer. You let out a soft chuckle, walking past him, nudging him playfully. “Come on, let’s head home.”
Levi’s eyes brightened and he swiftly joined your side without hesitation, keeping pace with your steps so the two of you were walking side by side. “It… it was nice to hang out with you after school. Just the two of us I mean, even if you were working…”
“I liked it too, it practically didn’t feel like I was working at all.” You said with a smile, continuing to look forward as the two of you walked down the streets leading back home from the shopping district of the Devildom. Little did you know, Leviathan was looking down at you from the corner of his eye, admiring how you looked in your uniform - reminding him of some animes and mangas he’s read, you looked almost like those characters to him.
“I… um… Maybe I can come by again, so we can spend more time together and all…” He suggested, scratching his neck out of habit when he felt anxious.
“Well, personally… I wouldn’t mind if we hung out after I finished my shifts and when I get days off.” You suggested in a casual manner, Levi taken back by your words.
“H-huh?! You would want to hang out with a boring shut-in like me?” He questioned you, looking at you in surprise with a hint of joy glimmering in his eyes.
You nodded in response, “I mean, yeah. I know that going out to a place like the maid cafe I work at is quite nerve racking with your social anxiety and all so… how about I suggest this. “I can let you experience a maid cafe in the comfort of your own room. I do know how to cook and make a couple things on the menu and I don’t mind wearing my uniform for you. That way we can spend time together and you can have the maid cafe experience whenever you want to. I’d be like… your personal butler in a way.” You looked up at the Avatar of Envy, awaiting his response. Levi’s face cheeks were dusted with pink as he thought, looking back at you with a slight smile.
“I.. I would really like that, Y/N. Thanks…” He said with a smile, “Well, as you are my ‘personal butler’, is it only to make a request…?”
You let out a soft chuckle as Levi immediately went with the idea, “Sure, go ahead.”
“Can… can I hold your hand while we walk home?” He said, his voice trembling before he shook his head, “forget I said anything, why would someone like you want to hold hands with an otaku like me? It was a dumb question, you don’t have-”
Without saying a word, you bushed the back of your hand against his before taking it gently in yours, gently lacing your fingers in the spaces between yours. You felt Leviathan stiffen up slightly then relax, his hand gently taking yours in return, a small smile forming upon his lips, knowing this was just the start for you two. The start of a friendship about to bloom.
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wintersxani · 2 years
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𝙄'𝙢 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 (p1) | Billy Hargrove x fem!reader
Warning(s): Jealousy, PDA, language, alcohol consumption, smoking
Word Count: 1824
Characters: Billy Hargrove, Steve Harrington, Nancy Wheeler, Tina, Tommy Hagan, Carol Perkins
Summary: After a breakup with Steve Harrington, Billy becomes your distraction at Tina’s Halloween Bash, leading you to realize you have feelings for him.
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You were hesitant when you were invited to Tina's party at first, but you knew you couldn't sulk all day in your room over your recent breakup with Steve Harrington forever. Maybe getting back out there and living the life you had before would get you up on your shoes, and back in place.
So, after much contemplation, you put on a blue silk dress inspired by Elvira Hancock from Scarface, give yourself a final peptalk, and drive over to Tina's house. The place was already crowded and trashed, partygoers scattered everywhere. The music was loud enough to hear from outside, but you doubted any nearby neighbors would go through the trouble of filing a noise complaint.
You had become overwhelmed from the second you walked through her front doors. It was ten times louder inside than it was outside, and there were so many things going on at once. "Y/N! Oh my god! You look totally hot!" Tina said, approaching you with a red solo cup in hand. You smiled back, taking in what you had believed to be her Madonna costume. "Thanks!" You said with little enthusiasm, wondering if this was the best idea. "Hey, you wanna go get a drink? This shit is rad!" She laughed obnoxiously, seeming to already be drunk. You and Tina hadn't talked since you and Steve's breakup, although you guys had practically been best friends. You didn't know why she was talking to you now, but you honestly missed her company.
She always cared about reputation and popularity, so naturally, she followed whoever was in charge, which so happened to be 'King' Steve. Him and his fucking goons for friends. He had been so quick to leave you for Nancy, which shattered your heart, because you had truly been in love with him, and didn't even have a clue that he hadn't felt the same. All of these thoughts started to make your blood boil, but you weren't going to let them keep you down. "Yeah, I need a drink." You replied, and she happily took your hand and led you to the kitchen, scooping a drink in a new solo cup for you. A group of guys surge outside, hyping the one in the middle up as Kegs are brought out. "Mm! You should come watch the new kid with me! He claims he can easily become the new Keg King.... annnd I already placed my bets that he can-" She implied, wiping the red tinted punch off of her chin. "The one from Cali?" You asked in return, raising your eyebrow.
"Duhhh. Billy Hargrove- that fine curly haired guy with the nice blue Camaro, and ass!" She giggled, placing her hand on her ass to emphasize on it. Billy and you sat together in science, but only engaged in conversation when it was necessary. He actually had wanted to talk to you, but you brushed him off every time, although you did deep down feel something for him. It was probably stupid and rude to do, considering you were ignoring your own feelings, but you had been so distraught over everything that had been going on in your personal life with Steve and home life, so you didn't want to incorporate time for anything else. All that mattered to you at school was staying on top of your grades and avoiding all of your ex-friend group, which hadn't really been your friends to begin with. They just followed Steve, and so did you.
You shrugged, muttering a 'why not' before following after her. By the time you reached her backyard, the count had already begun, as chants surrounded in support of the boy being held up by Tommy and another guy. You wondered if he could actually beat Steve, who had been Keg King for basically the entirety of his high school years. When Billy reached 42, he had proven himself to be the new Keg King, and a chorus of cheers erupted for him. As he spit the remaining beer in his mouth out, he took a drag of his cigarette, locking eyes with you. His expression seemed to change into an inquisitive one, as a smirk reached his face.
You felt something spark inside you, something intoxicating. It had been the same feeling you felt the second he was assigned to sit next to you in science, and it had been the first time you two really looked at each other. Breaking eye contact with him, you looked down at your cup realizing it was empty. You turned to tell Tina that you were going to get more to drink, but you realized she was now over with Carol, so you just silently excused yourself. Once you reached the kitchen, you dipped your cup back into the "punch" bowl, chugging the spiked drink down. When you had put your drink back in for a third round, you could hear commotion near you. Looking up, Billy and his newfound "friends" buffing their chests in front of a couple you hoped you wouldn't see tonight. Hope was pointless though, as you knew Steve loved to party. Nancy, not so much. She was the picture-perfect girl, straight A's and home before 9pm. Of course, Steve wanted her, and you hated yourself for not catching on sooner.
As you mentally scolded yourself, you moved towards the dance area as you saw Steve head towards the kitchen. The last thing you wanted was to interact with him, or Nancy. As you turned to face in front of you, you ran straight into Billy. "Whoa there darlin'-" He chuckled, holding you by your upper arms as you clutched on to your drink. "I'm so sorry- I wasn't looking where I was going."
"It's alright y/n... are you alright?" He asked; "Yeah-" You replied shortly, standing up straighter. "I just really want to dance... Do you want to dance?" You practically shouted over the loud music, already planning on dancing whether he accepted or declined. He smirked, taking his hands off of your arms, taking your hand instead. "Why the fuck not." He said, pulling you into him once you reached the crowd of people dancing. The two of you went from dancing normally to gradually swaying your hips against one another, almost as if you were in sync. His hands placed themselves on your waist, earning a small sucked in breath from you. "You know, you're one bodacious woman." He stated into your ear. "Is that some sort of California slang?" You asked, turning yourself around to put your arms around his neck as his hands rested themselves on your hips. He chuckled in response before shaking his head. "It means I find you incredibly attractive- and I gotta say, you look fuckin' sexy in this dress." He replies, licking his lips with a look of lust sparking in his eyes.
"I never knew you were this smooth-talking in all of our time sitting next to each other." You joked, smiling at him. "Well, you never really gave me a chance, if you had, you would've picked up on how I'm totally into you." He smirked, looking from your lips, and back to your eyes. You couldn't tell if he was joking as your heart started to race. The two of you slowly drew closer together, no space being left between your bodies. "Will you come with me to get a refill?" You said, clearing your throat as you pulled away from his grasp, screaming deep down at yourself for doing so. He nodded with a thin-lipped smile, hand still in yours. You led the way, but he offered to get the drink for you. You sat yourself on the counter as he walked your way, standing himself between your legs, somehow still managing to be taller.
"I really meant what I said out there." He said quietly, his eyes showing honesty and a yearn for you to feel the same. "Totally into me, huh?" You laughed, setting your drink down beside you. "Totally." He replied. Your stomach fluttered as you bit your lip to hide a smile.
"Have I told you how adorable you are in your costume?" You hear a familiar voice from the other side of the counter say. When you look over, you see Steve and Nancy by the punch bowl as he tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear before kissing her softly. The butterflies in your stomach quickly dissolve as the smile leaves your face, and Billy notices this almost instantly. "What's s'matter? He asks, eyes looking to what yours had been lingering on. Upon seeing Steve, he rolls his eyes, not understanding the obsession the women he's met in his little time of being here with Steve Harrington. With a harsh swallow, you look back to him, clearly bothered, taking a swig of what's left of your drink. "I need a distraction." You state, eyes finally meeting his. "I've heard that I'm one pretty damn good distraction." He smirks, licking his lips before flaunting his alluring toothy grin.
You titled your head at him, receiving a chuckle. "Just tell me what you need me to do, and I'll fuckin' do it." He whispers in your ear, his breath hitting against your neck, sending chills down your spine. You debated what you wanted to say, or even what you wanted to do, but after weighing your options, you settled on one. "Kiss me." You said as your heart jumped at the fact you actually said it out loud. Maybe it was the alcohol coursing through both of your veins that made you both so bold and eager, but he didn't question your request as he pulled you into him, anxiously putting his lips on yours. Your arms quickly wrapped around his neck, the two of you kissing each other roughly. His hands slithered to your ass, squeezing it, causing small moans to slip from your lips, whilst you grab on to his leather jacket's collar, pulling him into you. Attention is quickly brought to you two, although that wasn't the intention. A whole bunch of cheers and 'awh yeah's' surround you as Billy moves to your neck, sucking on the skin. "Pretty boy is looking." He muffles into your neck, causing you to open your eyes and look Steve's way. Sure enough, his eyes, and only his eyes are on you, looking absolutely flabbergasted.
But you don't even care at that point, because all you care about is Billy. For the first time, you're not even thinking about Steve, and for the first time, you feel fucking fantastic. You didn't want to ignore your feelings any longer or try to shove them further down. You smiled, pulling his face away from your neck. "I'm totally into you too." You whispered into his ear, as he smiled at you. "I was that good of a distraction huh?"
"One could say so." You finished, kissing him once more.
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bingbongbugtime · 2 months
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Card. Intro. Bullshittery.
My name is Lloyd, or Spade. I am 16, former member of the Elite four at Blueberry Academy. I train mostly bugs but you'll more than likely see me hanging around with a Cacturne.
I don't really report on drama anymore but I do like to be kept in the loop so...take that as you will.
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Picrew
I go to bb. For now. Losers dni :/ if you ask something weird I'm going to block you and send nukes to your home.
mail malice musharna whatever is on but get magic out of here
Spam like = block
Uhh here are my non battling pokemon.
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Additionally the porygon in my phone is named Aradia.
Blog by; @didyouremembertozipyourfly
Dont spam like I block.
DNI: TERFS, RAD/LIBFEMS, TRANSPHOBES, RACISTS, ETC. NO NSFW POSTS/RPS ALLOWED (EXECEPTION: IMMATURE JOKES. SHIT YOU HEAR IN A MIDDLE SCHOOL.), PEDOPHILIA, ZOOPHILIA, INCEST, THIS INCLUDES FICTIONAL PAIRINGS (AKA; PROSHIP), PURE NSFW BLOGS
Not on dni purposefully! You are welcome here.: LGBTQ2IA+, Systems, Crossovers, Lore heavy accounts, non rotomblr accounts.
THE ADMIN IS A MINOR. NSFW IS REALLY FUCKING WEIRD.
Im gonna need you to be very direct with starting threads because I will just. Not catch on sometimes.
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zikadraws · 1 year
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Since I've been back at it lately, I thought I'd present my latest version of Agent 4 ! It's the one that I would consider "closest to canon". Enjoy.
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Now time for some extrapolating, buckle up 'cuz it's gonna be long (orange text for more personal headcanons) :
The canon site mentions that 4 was "too busy with [extra]curriculars" to know about the Squid Sisters. So I picked up on that, and now 4 is a squid who picks interests in many things at the same time !
They are sixteen years old when they meet Marie.
They go by they/she and is genderqueer
Technically their 'canon' name (result banners name) is "Surume" which happens to translates to "Shredded dried squid" but we're gonna ignore that they don't really like their name, so they think 4 sounds more rad. Edit : her complete name is Surume Eurasia NITPICK.
They have a very hyperactive brain, fueled by passion and satisfaction of discovery, and they are always looking forward for new stuff. (Canon describe them as "Down for whatever" and pretty much opportunistic and not thinking much about it.) So they have a HUGE knack for science, because they love the "F#€! around and find out" aspect of it.
They are curious about EVERYTHING and once they get interest, they must find out exactly how it functions, in all its details and lore if you will. This curiosity got them in trouble by the past.
Their curriculum (in my head) is bioengineering. They are astonishingly efficient in a lab. Though they are eager the entire time, so really the hardest thing the school had to teach them is how to follow the scientific procedure properly. (Consider all options, make differential schemes, write down everything, etc...) (Marie actually helps them with their studying method sometimes)
Their specialties are :
The topic of "waves", such as soundwaves and brainwaves. They studied the respawn points in excruciating detail on their own, and wrote an essay about squid souls, and how every living thing has its own "DNA Vibe" that can be retraced like a data log if deciphered and even exploitable if translated as a code. That essay was very detailed and got many professors *concerned* that it made sense.
Because of #1, they have a big interest about 'Souls' (which are an acquired Fact™ in this society by at least a century) and how they can be resurrected, identified, interfered with and conserved.
The topic of cell division, DNA, how a primal organism follows a program of growth.
They have artificially conserved fish embryos, and are coming to a point where they can fully develop them in vitro.
They have engineered a device that can scan an object (small to middle size) and represent it in 3D, in its deepest layers. You can put that on a computer or tablet and analyse and deconstruct the layers. They actually patented this one. It isn't new as a concept, but it's a handheld version. Also a device that can pick up brainwaves and translate them as digital writing. Several languages. Main issue here is the headaches and picking it from a distanced target, but they're definitely gonna patent this one too.
They are working on a project that they name "Primal Cell". Basically a cell with no specific purpose at its beginning, that can be "coded" through an interface into developing into a specific organism (one that one has the code and variety pattern for). It's their life project.
They mainly do all that for fun technically, but they want to use that for medical purposes, notably people with chronic illness, very bad mutations or terminal disease. After hearing about the Subway, it adds another possible use to their list. Also great communication innovating leap horizons.
They are big buddies with Sheldon because they both like infodumping and 4 is pretty good at crafting and weapon ideas, and helping him out with testing, and he helps them with material supplying, and once they start talking, it quickly sounds like intense seagull bantering. Both screaming over the other. Hellish.
They are shy and awkward with people at first meet but the second they're comfortable with you, oooh, buddy...
They're roommates with 8, nicknamed "Night" because N+8, on Marie's request. Night learned more with her in a week than she would have in six months of private classes. Night really likes 4. Night feels more at ease with them than with 3. Night stayed with them at Inkopolis during the whole Splatlands thing. I would recommend a check up on Night and 4.
They grew out of the city but close enough by, they were adopted and had two dads. One was a firework maker.
Versatile, wields all weapons pretty decently, also learned to summon them at will as well as her inventory through specific ink bending, which is technically illegal. She may be working on making the inventory able to fit in *bigger* items. Also has a specific interest with ink manipulation.
They're kinda very clueless, yet have an extremely developed sense of intuition.
They have a bad tendency to brush their problems and feelings under the rug, despite being pretty self-aware. They're a walking contradiction lol
They can often be mentally exhausting sadly, including for themselves ; and either brush off feelings or have an overwhelming empathetic reaction. The whole "Get yourself hurt because you think like a flea circus all the time" kind of thing.
🟠 They worked for five years at Grizzco part-time for money, up to Profreshional, but ended up quitting because they were way too curious for their own good and did something they knew would get them fired or worse, so they preferred to quit before anyone could fire them 'cause quitting looks better on the employment papers than being fired. Grizz had seriously his eyes on them by the end of it though. They always asked too many questions. 🟠
They're the embodiment of Chaotic Dumbass who also happens to everyone's surprise to be a Literal Scientific Genius.
Aaand that's about it I think.
So as you can see my version of Agent 4 is still pretty chaotic, true to their team of choice, though they have a lot going on for themselves. They have the potential to become the greatest bioengineering scientist of their time, hopefully for the better.
Though they are sure to face some though moral dilemmas during that process.
I can definitely tell that I'm falling back into my Splatoon phase so expect more intense bs to come, if you have questions or comments about them or related, don't hesitate !
Thank you~✨🙏🎶
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wordsinhaled · 7 months
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so i was thinking more about the crowley/aziraphale pacific rim AU and i couldn't figure a way to stick them right in the middle of the action but i think that's okay because one of the best things about crowley and aziraphale is their "just some person"-ness anyway
i ended up with "if they just had a meetcute in the pacific rim universe what would that be like?" which. is not quite what i was imagining initially. but nevertheless? now this exists in my brain so y'all can be privy to this exceedingly handwavey scifi fluff
like, i don’t think aziraphale would ever step foot in a jaeger (can you imagine? i can't). but i think he could, in this AU, still own a bookshop, and have somewhat of a committed interest in cryptozoology. such that a.z. fell & co becomes sort of regionally renowned for its extensive cryptozoology section even before the kaiju wars. at first it's like a cult landmark but once the attacks begin it becomes something of a hotspot for information (much to aziraphale's dismay, because he still hates selling books)
crowley... i’m thinking. maybe he starts out in school studying astronomy. he's stoked about earthlike exoplanets. he gets to studying the conditions that permit life on earth, which leads him down the separate avenue of horticulture. he gets a rad little greenhouse going; propagating plants and all that.
(i don't know why plant nerd!crowley is just an natural arrow right to kaiju nerd!crowley to me but… something about it just makes sense in my brain. i mean, you know if humanity ever went off into space, crowley'd be the one responsible for preserving the seed library. but i digress.) the kaiju wars start, and crowley has a lightbulb moment, like, ohhh. they’re… fascinating? massive bloody efficient death machines, sure, but they’re cool, in the same way that carnivorous pitcher plants are cool. he's like, what questions can i ask about them??? answer: ask all the questions. and this leads him to aziraphale’s bookshop, of course
aziraphale’s got a sign up at this point, pointing out the cryptozoology section. he has a ton of people coming in asking about the topic, so he figured he’d make it easier for them to find, and subsequently be bothered less.
but no one else is as much of a regular. aziraphale learns, after the first few times he comes in, that his name is crowley—anthony crowley. it's because he asks if aziraphale can order increasingly specific books in, and he writes his name and phone number on a catalogue card so that he can call him when the books come in (...and if it's a ploy to give aziraphale his info… who's going to know?). aziraphale, for his part, wonders why crowley doesn't just use his university library, because anthony crowley is a graduate student. he's tall and rakish and bespectacled, with fiery hair and a serpent tattoo coiled around his wrist (aziraphale has no idea how far it goes after it disappears up his jacket sleeve, but the head of the serpent peeks out of his shirt collar sometimes, so aziraphale assumes it goes across his shoulder). he saunters about like he hasn't got a solid bone in his body. he has, apparently, a near-encyclopedic knowledge of the cosmos (which aziraphale is impressed by though he tries to be prim and reserved about it). occasionally, aziraphale hears crowley humming "flash" or "seven seas of rhye" from across the shop, and smiles to himself.
aziraphale doesn't know if crowley falls outside of his usual type, or if he's simply never come across anyone quite like him before, but he's finding himself becoming oddly attached. he tells his friend muriel about it over tea. "aziraphale," they tell him, "i think from what i've heard you're experiencing what they call a crush." (air quotes included.) "don't be ridiculous," aziraphale says. "i don't get crushes." (it's true, he's never had what one might traditionally call a crush. but so what? maybe he has one now)
crowley camps out in the stacks and writes notebooks full of spidery notes. once, he stays until past closing time, accidentally, and the next day he brings aziraphale a cup of english breakfast from the coffeeshop nearby, and a little pot of african violets as an apology. with a slightly sheepish grin, he says he grew the flowers himself. there's a little care card stuck into the soil, with more of his handwriting on it.
the violets bloom beautifully on the windowsill next to aziraphale's desk.
fast forward some indeterminate amount of time and now they actually spend time together.
maybe a kaiju came up the thames (i mean... listen. it could happen! if only just because it would be logistically fucking unhinged and the imagery of a kaiju rearing up out of the river while people are sitting on the london eye in the background is kind of great.) anyway, aziraphale had to impromptu barricade his bookshop and crowley was there too so they’re just. shut up in there with a handful of other customers until it’s safe to come out again. someone’s watching the live news coverage on their phone. crowley and aziraphale are sitting on the floor together between bookcases. a bit apart from everyone else, and passing crowley’s little flask of whisky back and forth. for fortitude, or whatever (fortitude against the kaiju threat, and not because they’re sitting next to someone they’re pining for, of course)
“y’ever thought about joining up?” crowley asks him eventually. aziraphale gives him a blank look. “you know.” there’s a metallic crash outside as if to prove crowley’s point. “the defense corps.”
“oh, heavens no. me, in a jaeger?”
“yeah—i suppose—nah, couldn’t see you doing it, now i think of it.”
“most certainly not.” the mouth of the flask is warm from crowley’s lips or maybe aziraphale’s imagining it. in any case he passes it back quickly. “you?”
“well… i’ve thought of it, sure. ‘course, it’d be k-science for me.”
“naturally.”
“oi! i could pilot a jaeger. if i wanted.” a pause. “what!”
“it’s only… well, it’d be a bit too slinky, wouldn’t it, with you piloting.”
“slinky!” mock indignation, giving way to curiosity, and circling back around to delight. “mister fell! have you been looking at my h—”
aziraphale steamrolls over the end of that sentence loudly. “it takes two, anyway, darling, as you well know. who would be your co-pilot?”
he resolutely doesn't contemplate crowley drifting with someone who isn't him. in this hypothetical scenario, which is never going to actually happen—
“you. obviously.”
(was it obvious?)
“but i would never—”
“yes, yeah, sure, mm-hmm. we’ve established that, aziraphale. i just figured we'd probably be... y'know. right?" they stare at each other for a moment before crowley barrels on. "anyway. just being silly, me. doesn't matter."
and why does crowley sound so tetchy and maudlin all of a sudden?
(narrator voice: crowley sounded tetchy because he had just been about to confess his feelings to aziraphale in the most roundabout way possible.)
anyway
maybe after this event crowley doesn't show his face in the bookshop again. aziraphale tries calling his number but his line's been disconnected. tries his level best not to pine for him and the next he hears of him is like, five years later when he's reading the newspaper one morning and sees an article on the oceanic monitoring operations going on in the pitcairn islands, and there's a photo of crowley grinning, dressed in a black turtleneck with the k-science logo on the chest, and he's quoted in the article, saying something about how he'd never have joined k-science if it hadn't been for a conversation he'd had with someone very important to him in a bookshop thousands of miles away what feels like a lifetime ago...
so aziraphale (madlad that he is, in any universe) is all, THIS. IS A SIGN and books himself a flight that very day
okay, and imagine their faces when aziraphale shows up on premises and crowley is all WHAT'RE YOU DOING HERE (basically—picture his disbelieving grin, the one he wears every time aziraphale surprises him) and aziraphale is all "well, i saw you in the morning paper, didn't i?" and he's, staring at crowley, who's got his sleeves rolled up and gloves on and he's up to his forearms in radioactive-looking bioluminescent goo, and he's all "hang on, let me get these gloves off, this stuff'll eat straight through your clothes and i remember how much you love that waistcoat—" "you remember?" "...'course i remember."
*insert soppy looks here*
anyway, then they go on a dinner date, sushi and chilled sake, and crowley rambles on at aziraphale about kaiju gut microbiomes and how they harness radioactive phytoplankton to power their digestive system through nuclear fission (or whatever), and aziraphale tries very hard to focus more on his food than on crowley's wildly gesticulating hands
i could go on but essentially it's just... pining and fluff. fluff and pining. and enormous sea monsters from another dimension of course
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pharaohbean · 1 month
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Hey, saw your Prsk Unit Shuffle AU and am very interested in seeing more.
In particular, I'm interested in hearing more about how the groups formed. It's always neat to see how these characters first meet and interact under different circumstances. And, as a little bonus, maybe what their "Untitled"/theme song is, because I feel like that's a very key part of a unit's identity that tends to be overlooked.
(Not sure if you're still interested in asks about this AU. If not, sorry for bugging you about it)
GASP HELLO I LOVE TALKING ABOUT MY UNIT SHUFFLE AU im so sorry this too forever to get u back on!! schoolwork is a pain and then i went SHOPPING (which takes forever :sob:)
okok so i haven't really thought about all the details of how they get together? so bear with me this is a rough draft lol
SSS: the idea at the core of this group is that its a family with different strengths coming together to make music. so tsukasa is the scriptwriter, saki is the lyricist, toya is the choreographer, and kanade is the composer! the group is headed by tsukasa, who's actually been putting on these shows for all of them since he was a kid. as he got older, he started taking stardom more seriously (leading into canon), but an incident in middle school ended up with the tenmas legally adopting toya, so that definitely shook things up for tsukasa (in a good way!). so i think that (+ l/n not reforming, which does happen in the SSS main story) allowed tsukasa and saki to consider banding their strengths together, since tsukasa loved putting on shows and saki loved seeing them, but she would also help put them on for toya (and later kanade, when she joins them not long after toya does). the two of them very quickly realize that they need more hands, and although recruiting kanade as composer is easy (bc 25ji never forms- dont ask why im still figuring that out lol) toya is a lot harder bc he's still active under BAD DOGS with akito. however, with akito picking up AWR around the same time (+ hatsune freaking miku appearing to toya), toya does join under their choreographer as for their untitled, their song is Wonderland and the Sheep's Song by Hachi, but I worked out their line distributions to this lovely KYO cover! you can see my color-coded lyrics for them here if you're interested :)
R/l: im gonna be 100% honest with you SSS and AWR are the only ones with any semblance of a plot rn LOL but here's the base idea around R/l: mizuki and rui both congregate on the kami school rooftop bc, yknow, loners (mizuki is never reached out to by kanamafu, so not 25ji on their part. tsukasa doesnt end up applying for phoenix so wxs doesn't have a chance of forming). at some point, i imagine they got talking about music, but never did anything concrete. but not long into the main story (probably the very start) an also joins them, her dream of surpassing rad weekend getting weaker as she struggles to find a partner (koha will be explained later) so she goes to hang with her friend on the rooftop. at some point, mizu and an both accidentally enter sekai, where they meet miku and len. those two tell them that there's still two others they need to find because they also made the sekai. mizu and an get.... maybe a little too excited over this. an takes this chance to invite her friend haruka over to kami (so she transfers) and join the group, but in their search for their fourth member they end up accidentally alienating rui (ironic). they fix that tho-- although HOW i dont know lol their untitled was one i went back and forth on (tbh only SSS and AWR i didnt lol), but i eventually decided on Untitled Hymn by shaito! their color-coded lyrics are here (i just realized you can barely tell where an is in lines but ehhh)
ATD: okay so. ATD is the group thats given the most gosh-darn trouble. ive revised their cast motivations like, TWICE now. but basically it goes like this: shizuku and mafuyu are both members of the archery club, with mafuyu trusting shizuku so much that her public mask slips a couple of times (against her will). shizuku's not dumb, but she doesn't say anything bc i think she understands that mafu has her secrets. after shizuku quits being an idol (on more of her own terms), she still wants to find a way to share the light she had before that seemed to reach mafu a few times. enter: accidental sekai trip! this trip both gives shizu the idea for an online group (which could sorta count as MMJ but i think the big distinction is they do more streamer/vtuber stuff and less purely idol stuff?? im still working on that) and lets her see mafu with her mask fully off. eventually, shizu drags nene into the business (nene never attends kami here, workin on that) bc shizu and mafu have no idea how streaming works and nene does, but nene likes hiding behind the camera but is still a part of the group bc who can say no to shizu? and hona joins at shizu's request bc they're both beautification members (and apparently hona+mafu are both honors students so i wonder if they have some overlap?? can you tell ive never attended public school lol) their untitled gave me SO MUCH TROUBLE. because ATD is supposed to be a weird mix of 25ji and mmj? but all of their songs get swiped by either R/l, AWR, or even SSS, so it was hard to find something that i thought could be specifically them. eventually, i finally decided on Common World Domination by PinocchioP! Their color-coded lyrics can be found here :)
MxC: oh boy this one's a doozy. so the idea here is like... there are underground music rings? which sounds wild but like if music is vaguely the lifeblood of this world i DONT CARE it can happen! i don't wanna make it life-threatening tho so its more like... you get blacklisted from everything. which for shiho--who got sucked into this world in an attempt to find bandmates--is VERY BAD. but shiho's given a little bit to find a band before their first performance, but with l/n definitely gone their separate ways (and she never wanted to involve them in the first place) she's kinda stuck. enter: airi and ena! both of them had been watching the music battles, unsatisfied with their current lives (airi having just quit idol/tv work, ena just frustrated over her art), but airi knows shiho thru miya, and when she heard about shiho's impending doom, she resolved herself to very quickly learn guitar and join her group, roping ena (who has a little bit of drum experience from akito and mom) into it as well. meanwhile, while all of this is going on, kohane (being the sweet soul she is) has been trailing shiho out of concern, but then is entirely horrified at the underground battles bc shes still pre-canon meek. but she really wants to help shiho, so she agrees to try and learn keyboard. after clearing the first battle, shiho and her group are safe--for now. they'll have to clear a lot more battles if they want to escape the underground their untitled is Hello Builder by UtsuP since i wanted them to have harsher rock songs than l/n (bordering on metal-ish)! color-coded lyrics here :)
AWR: funny story--all of the above units were made in the order listed! so i got to AWR and... i have ichika, minori, emu, and akito. and im like "NONE OF THESE PEOPLE HAVE ANYTHING IN COMMON". and then i went. "WAIT. THATS IT!" so here's how AWR goes: ichika still tries to reform l/n, but fails; minori is still trying to become an idol; and emu is still trying to revive the wonder stage. all three of them, all attending miya ofc, end up bonding over this and they start thinking. is there a way to satisfy all three of their dreams (band, idol, and show) at once? and at FIRST the answer is "no lol" so they go exploring. and somehow someway (workin on that) word finds out about this and some guy on vivid street dares akito to try and fix em into shape in a week. akito--being akito--accepts quite hotheadedly, then quickly realizes that maybe this wasnt a good idea?? because EVERYONE has a different music taste and its almost impossible to keep up with them all!!! but eventually they do figure it all out, and by the end none of them wanted to split apart or anything. AWR is i think the group that has the least amount of direction which might be on purpose. i think (again im rambling rn so) part of their story is figuring out what their direction is going to be! their untitled is Lip Sync by DECO*27, written as a part of holo*27 (hi no im not rlly into vtubers i just like their music) but i count it bc its written by a voca producer and this would not be the first time a non-vocaloid sung a unit song (cough cough mafumafu and tuyu). you CAN find my color-coded lyrics here.... but i did the translations. which means they're pretty much 98% google translated then bonked around to make sense. i dont know japanese please dont sue me
i hope you enjoy my indepth explanation!!! im always happy to talk about these guys :D
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enassbraid · 1 year
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In This World, It’s Just us
short hurt comfort akito oneshot becauseeeeee i m tired and overworked and neeed to write for myself… and maybe his new card will come home after this…
Cw) cursing, akito in denial, reader cries oh no, rushed writing probably.
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Akito swore he’d never fall in love. He swore that no matter how much he needed someone, he would never have a significant other until he surpassed RAD WEEKEND. It was something that made everyone around Akito question him. How could someone be so determined to the point of neglecting a love life.
But when Akito met you, he never wanted to speak to you again. The way you made his heart flutter and give his stomach butterflies made him sick. He can’t fall for someone now, and certainly not you.
But Akito knew he couldn’t avoid this feeling forever, he knew that even if he rid of it, his heart would still skip a beat when he sees you. And he absolutely hated it.
Nothing about this crush felt rational to him- he had more important things to focus on, not some silly person he happens to know. It felt ridiculous. Even with An, Toya and Kohane in his ear telling him to ask you out already, Akito still wouldn’t do it.
On your side, it was excruciating. Seeing Akito ignore you everyday and only acknowledging you through small glances and in group settings hurt beyond belief. You thought there would be a chance with the way he looked at you in the beginning. But that chance slowly started to look nonexistent.
You wanted to talk to him about it- you really did. But how do you speak to someone who can’t see you? Will he snap and tell you to shut up and go? Or will he by some chance talk with you?
Akito was plaguing your mind, and it felt like shit. You couldn’t help but break down into tears in the middle of the stairwell. Will he ever speak to you again? You don’t even know what you did wrong, or if you even did anything wrong.
Maybe crying in the school stairwell wasn’t the brightest idea- scratch that- it definitely wasn’t the brightest idea. Students passed by you while snickering and pointing, not helping your situation at all. It wasn’t until a hand placed on your shoulder shook you out of your thoughts.
“Yo…” oh
Him. Of course it had to be him.
“Shinonome, what do you want..?” You swore you could kill with the daggers you were staring at him with.
“Oi, we were just on a first name basis a few weeks ago, it’s Akito. What the hell are you doing… crying out here like this… it’s pitiful.” There‘s the snarky comment, what anyone should prepare themselves for when talking to Akito. But right now with you it didn’t feel the same way. It felt like a real insult instead of a comment.
“Well we’d still be on a first name basis if you didn’t just ignore me for so long! You don’t bother with me anymore- you barley even look at me. What did I do to you to deserve it?”
At this point you were hysterical. Sobs cutting your words off and tears continuously streaming down your face. It felt even more embarrassing being in public, will this day ever end?
“(Name)… look, I’m… sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do around you because I like you- too much. I didn’t want to be with anyone until I finally surpassed RAD WEEKEND. But you- you just had to come into my life. I’m sorry for.. ignoring you like I did…”
Akito didn’t even realize he was confessing until the words were out, it took him moments to understand why your tears and sobs suddenly stopped and why you were looking at him the way that you were.
Even when he processed what he said and the fact he confessed, he still couldn’t believe nor understand why you were kissing him now. Of course- he kissed back. But you really like him back? Is that what this means?
You quietly pulled away admired Akito’s eyes as he stood there stuttering to himself. Since when we’re his eyes so pretty?
“I really, really hate you..”
“Yeah… I like you too, dumbass.”
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atthebell · 3 months
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yesss when i learned spanish it was in an immersion program so it was vvvaguely similar i guess? but witnessing it happen while already knowing whats being said is so interesting. my spanish knowledge is what lets me puzzle my way thru understanding portuguese but english and spanish have almost no similarities so its so cool watching foolish be able to figure it out :D
ooh that's rad! i grew up with a lot of kids in immersion programs but they started when i was too old to do them, so i learned spanish from regular classes starting in middle school through to college.
and watching people unfamiliar with spanish learning it is really interesting to witness; especially having learned it in a far more structured way (and a way that really helps with each subsequent language), its fun to see someone do it in a totally different way. foolish does a great job picking things up and being willing to learn and look silly so it's really impressive how much progress he's made and continues to make!
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girlinthetardis04 · 1 month
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OKAY SO
Time to introduce my Obey Me! OCs. Let's go!
Sara - the first human exchange student. She's the designated MC, and an alternate version of Yuu/Sara from Twisted Wonderland and Sara from Arcana Twilight. Currently dating Beelzebub.
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Envy - a human exchange student that joined on the second year of the program. A mature big sister type, legal guardian of Eden. Currently dating Leviathan.
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Auriel - exchange student from the Celestial Realm, joined during the second semester. Ironically became fast friends with Asmodeus despite being the Avatar of Chastity.
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Regan - a lesser demon (Lust) and famous Devildom idol attending RAD. Her and Virgil have a Human World Appreciation Club. Befriended Sara at the start of the exchange program. She's based on a rosy maple moth.
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Virgil - a lesser demon (Sloth) attending RAD, and a close friend of Regan's. Him and her have a Human World Appreciation Club at school. Befriended Sara at the same time as Regan.
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Now, the next ones aren't technically OCs because they are mentioned in game... But we know so little about them it's fair game imo. (Plus this is an alternate timeline)
Lilith - younger sister to the demon brothers, joined the exchange program as a student from the Celestial Realm in the second semester. Her relationship with her brothers is a bit rocky due to the long separation, but they patched things up eventually. Her main interests are human world 90s boy bands and painting.
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Eden - the little girl from the Human World that Mammon rescued. After some digging him and Sara discovered that she wasn't being treated well, so Envy offered to become her legal guardian. Joined the exchange program in the junior classes during the second year. Close friends with Luke and Azazel.
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Azazel - Mephistopheles's younger brother, attends RAD in the junior classes along with Luke and Eden. While initially averse to befriending an angel and a human, the three quickly became very close.
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(Luke, Eden and Azazel are basically like the Cutie Mark Crusaders in that they have their own little adventures separate from the main cast. It's become sort of a social media trend in the Devildom to spot them in public in the middle of various shenanigans. They got nicknamed the "Realms Trio" on Devilgram due to this "challenge")
Picrews used:
https://picrew.me/share?cd=WecVvlsHRN
https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/186583/complete?cd=3szSuZfXJD
https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/241435/complete?cd=safyct5QGI
Plus an app called Anime Avatar Maker
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lokilysolbitch · 4 months
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yeah so my childhood friend of 15 years chronically leaves me on read especially after i have a lot to say which really sucks ass because i actually used to have a whole system of different apps i texted her through so i wouldn't overwhelm one chat with all my spam and she would have time to read it when she wanted. but then a few years ago she was like "no you can spam me in the main app !! you can infodump and vent whenever you want !!" so i said "omg cool !!" and infodumped. and she fucking. left me on read and NEVER acknowledged it at all. and she still does it !!!!!!! that's actually partly why i post on social media at all, especially tumblr bc there's some random person who will want to read all that. anyways yeah im on read again and it's been twelve hours. she HAS spoken in a group chat where i can see her talking tho. which is even more sick rad and cool/sar
but yeah i'm gonna use tumblr for what i made it for, here's my bullshit. they're separate thoughts for the most part:
i'm keeping a count of eyelashes that fall out my eyelash bc for years it's seemed kind of excessive. yesterday was SEVEN. ALL AT ONCE. today is five. also all at once. i think the shedding ones get stuck in my lashes tho and don't come out until i try to get a single oddly placed one out of the way??? so maybe it's normal ???
me, whenever my playlist of my favorite songs plays my favorite songs: OH MY GOD I LOVE TJIS SONG
bro i found nail polish from when i was fucking SEVEN and that shit still works oh my god. the youngest polish i have is from when i was in middle school and most of them are still good. i wanna paint my nails again and i WILL be using these. the shimmery ones are fucking gorgeous.
OH don't get me started on my fucking catching fire nail polish that i got when i was idk 12 because i loved and love the hunger games. don't get me started. okay fine i'll start IT IS SO PRETTY AND SHINY IT FR LOOKS LIKE FIRE LIKE ITS GOT RED YELLOW AND ORANGE GLITTER AND WHEN THE LIGHT HITS IT AHDJWIS SKWW SKEDID
and there's also my mockingjay blue polish. one time i painted my nails with it and scrawled "mockingjay" on it with fine line black nail polish and i only regret it not looking neater tbh. i WAS the cringe hunger games kid and not much keeps me from becoming one again
i have so much pink nail polish. i've never in my life liked pink like That tho. why are there so many. the pale pink does hit tho i'll give it that. goddamn it's pretty
the ac in my room doesn't work rn and it is quite literally. 50 something degrees in here. i have raynauds. i just want to feel my fingers again
all i'm saying. is they should make the dsm 5 less relatable idk. i am winning the put a finger down challenge but at what cost
it's really weird how no matter how you feel about someone you'll still see stuff at the store and think "they would like this"
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okay i got tired i'm stopping now
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agender-witchery · 9 months
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I wanna just. Ramble about things. Gender, and sexuality, and romantic orientations, and all the other ways we describe our marginalized ways of interacting with others. This turned out to be long as shit, so uh, under the break it goes.
I'm big on pushing against the "born this way" narrative. It served a purpose, once. It was used to gain legal rights. It was used to gain access to medical care. But I think, at this point in history, "born this way" doesn't really achieve those things. What more, I don't think it was ever true, it was just useful.
My gender, if I am giving someone a completely accurate full history for whatever reason that may be, is that I was born and assigned male at birth. My earliest memories of gender, and coincidentally my earliest memories period, are of me resisting this. This is like, 4 years old I'm talking. In fact, when it comes to my childhood, all of my clearest memories are about gender. Or Pokemon. One of the two.
At 4, pink was declared "a girl's color". But I loved pink. I didn't wanna let go of pink. But it was a girl's color, and everyone said I was a boy, so I guess red was okay. Then red became a girl's color, and I realize now in my late 20's that this is what the youth call "bullying". But I'd always been a stubborn kid, so I just went back to professing my love of pink. Even if I didn't know it was bullying, I did catch on immediately that the winning play for me was to simply not play at all.
Another "taboo of boyhood" at this age for me was being friends with girls. Which is what I did. All of my best friends at age 4 were girls. I was made fun of over that for a while, but you know, when you're a rad as fuck 4 year old who hangs out with the girls, eventually they stop bullying you and start protecting you. So that was cool.
Let's push forward a year or two. Ages like, 5-7. I had friends, and most of them were boys. But like... most of them also had sisters. It was still kinda taboo for a boy to be friends with a girl at this point, but I figured if I went to a friend's house who had a sister, I got to play with the girl toys. Sometimes I would have to put on this facade, acting like I wasn't interested in dolls and framing my actions as bullying. That was acceptable. But secretly, I just wanted to play dress up with the barbies.
One friend though? This friend was neurodivergent as hell. Lived right across the street from me too. I would go to his house to play, but he was so engrossed in video games that he would often completely ignore me. He had some cool games and a Dreamcast, and Chocobo Racing was fun, but watching him play Sonic could hold me for like 5 minutes. He had a sister though, so eventually I hatched the diabolical plan where I would go to his house and then immediately go play in the garden with his little sister.
I had another friend (who I was actually friends with) who was a middle child. He had two sisters, and I would play with his younger sister pretty often as well. The older sister was like 4 years older which is basically an adult at that age so I didn't talk to her much. Anyway, his little sister had an Easy-Bake Oven. I nearly fucking cracked. There was nothing I wanted more than an Easy-Bake Oven. I couldn't ask for one though, the man who called himself my father was a tyrant and would probably berate me for asking for girl toys. It would've been so cool though! I almost asked for one after my mom got her divorce, but I was 13 by then. I am absolutely pushing for my brother to get one for his kids though just so I can use it.
Anyway the point here is that, despite being AMAB and passively accepting the label of boy, I never identified heavily with that label. I didn't have the words for it for over a decade, but it's plainly apparent that the label I identified with was girl. And I stand by that, when I was born, I was a girl right from the start. Except I'm not a girl. Not anymore.
In high school, I started feeling a lot more genderfluid. Sometimes I felt boy, sometimes I felt girl. That was natural to me. I never told anyone. Didn't have a word for it. Some time in 11th grade, I started identifying as a trans girl. I don't know if having the word genderfluid would have changed that. I do have fond memories of getting home, playing MapleStory, logging in on my female character, and just... losing the feeling of being a boy.
So, to recap, up to this point, I went from feeling girl, to feeling genderfluid, to feeling girl again. Following? Good.
Anyway, ALSO in high school I had this thing called puberty happen, so I guess I also developed a sexual identity. Now, a big reason I didn't identify any particular way for most of my life with regards to gender is because gender wasn't part of mainstream discourse yet. But because people actually talked about gay people when I was in high school, I was able to develop a sexual identity. That identity was "straight" but I was mistaken in that identity. I have never been straight, I was merely misled to believe I was a boy. It was something of a rock though, so I clung to that identity for life.
However, while a rock may ground you, it also prevents you from moving. Early on in my transition, during the stage where I had to come out to myself before I could even formulate thoughts on the matter and come out to others, I actually never experienced distress at the thought that I might be a girl. There were movies that were weird about trans women, but I didn't watch movies that much and also a running trend through my childhood that you may have noticed is that I do not care particularly how I am perceived if I get to have fun.
Being GAY though? Heavens no. Being gay was BAD and SOMETHING TO MAKE FUN OF. I couldn't possibly be gay. So that means, if I was a woman, I would have to like men! But I didn't like men, at least not at that point. This was literally months of struggle for me. Once I just accepted that being gay is fine, actually, and my life would not be ruined, I merely cried myself to sleep over the fact that I had a boy body. That was an every night thing for like, a year. Maybe two. I wouldn't come out until I was in college. I had to do it twice, because when I told my mom "Hey, I'm a girl actually" she would always giggle when correcting herself after deadnaming or misgendering me and I straight up said "If you're not going to take this seriously, then don't bother with it at all". She apparently did not parse the anger there, so I ended up having to come out again like a few months later. I also told her not to tell anyone else and that I would come out on my own timeline. She told all her sisters, who I believe count as other people, but I may be wrong about this. I was not happy.
So now, at this point, I am a trans woman, I am a lesbian, this is my identity, and I assert to this day that I was correct in that identity at that time in my life. I also started hormones around this time, which is when I learned the magic of holding your boob for comfort.
I go through college. It's not working. My mom doesn't want me to get surgery until I'm finished with college. My father (my real father who cares about me, not the shit stain that lived in the same house as me for 13 years) convinced her that, hey, if my grades are suffering, maybe surgery will help me out actually?
So I got facial feminization surgery. This did not help my grades and I eventually dropped out, but overall this was a win because I had like half a diploma but I also had a very networked family so I could get a job just by having someone call in a favor. I'm now disabled and forever unemployed, but an attempt was made I guess.
Back to the surgery though. The immediate results are... well, they're puffy. I'd just had my face literally rearranged, so there was a bit of swelling. However, even once all the swelling had gone down... I didn't see a woman in the mirror. That was a big thing I struggled with, looking in the mirror and seeing a body that didn't reflect how I felt. And I thought FFS would fix that, that it would let me look in the mirror and see a woman. I have never seen a woman when looking in the mirror, not even in VRChat where I have a very unambiguously feminine body.
And that felt... normal? Correct, even. Because while I didn't see a woman, I also didn't see a man. I saw... nothing. I didn't see a gender at all. I started identifying more and more toward agender. I changed my pronouns from she/her to she/they. Eventually I dropped all pretense of a feminine identity and moved to they/them exclusively. This has been the way I've identified since, although nowadays I'm trying out it/its alongside they/them just to get a feel for it. Agender isn't even really an adequate descriptor for me, since I still view agender as a specific gender within common discourse. More accurately, I would describe myself as having no gender. It's an inapplicable concept to me and has no meaning to my life. That might change, but that's where I'm at right now.
So what we have, is an AMAB kid, who is a girl, who later goes on to have genderfluid feelings and incorrectly identifies as straight, who then later goes on to correctly identifying as a trans lesbian, and who past that correctly identifies as having no gender with a sexuality of girl-and-girl-adjacent-liker. This is not the end of the story.
Anyway, even while identifying as a trans lesbian, there was always the occasional dude-oriented person who I would look at and say "would fuck". To be clear, if I looked at someone who I thought was a girl, went "damn she's hot" and then he introduces himself as a trans man, I was immediately turned off. My lesbian exceptions were VERY specific and someone who'd been bathing in estrogen for most of their life to the point that they had to tell me they were a guy for me to know they were a guy was not reaching the physique I found hot in men.
This changed entirely when I started playing VRChat. I flipped the pansexual switch on so quickly, you have no idea. I still have stricter standards for men I find attractive vs women I find attractive, and the nature of VRChat means that there's a LOT of disconnect between whether I'm attracted to the person or the model. Ultimately there are a lot of weird new variables when you bring VR into the mix, but I maintain that I am solidly pansexual regardless.
But, hey, wait, I've actually skipped over something. I did that for a reason, don't worry, it's my romantic orientation. I'm quoiromantic, I think, I've only actively identified with it for about a year and I'm still figuring myself out. I'm certain I'm somewhere on the aromantic spectrum, and quoiromantic seems like an adequate word for what I experience, and truth be told, I'm not a massive pedant when it comes to the specific words used to describe me as long as the correct idea is conveyed, so I don't care too much about inquiring within myself as to whether quoiromantic is the best word for me.
But wait, if I've only been identifying as quoiromantic for a year, why is it something I've skipped over? Well, that's because 7 years ago, I read a webcomic. Goodbye to Halos. And this panel in particular resonated with me in a very particular way. I read the comments. A lot of people said "quoiromantic". I looked it up. It felt right. And then I buried it in the back of my head for 6 years because it didn't feel particularly important for me to identify on the aromantic spectrum at the time.
So, in total, I'm some person who was assigned male at birth, whose first conception of gender as it relates to themselves was "girl", who would later go on to feel a bit genderfluid and think they were straight, who would then go on to identify as a trans lesbian with some exceptions, and then I would move on to no gender with an ambiguous sexuality that can be described accurately as "hot boys only", and I would then identify as pansexual, and now I am exploring my quoiromantic identity.
The ONLY point in that entire sentence where I would say I was "wrong" is the part where I identified as straight. I passively accepted labels that others put on me, but that was them being wrong, not me. And so my gender has changed quite a few times over the course of my life. And my sexuality has changed a few times as well. And I fully expect my romantic orientation to go through a few changes before I find something comfy. Perhaps I'll find a new gender identity that feels comfy, or a new sexuality that feels comfy.
The point is that the person I am today is completely incompatible with the "born this way" narrative. And I shouldn't need "proof of girl" to get a vagina installation. I shouldn't have had to lie to get bottom surgery, because the truth is, I just didn't like the way my dick looked on my body. I don't believe I was lying when I first got hormones, but also, why the fuck did I need a medical diagnosis of "Gender Identity Disorder" to be taken seriously by doctors? Is my word of "Hey I feel like a girl, please give me the girl pills" not enough?
Also, if you've made it all this way to the end, please don't use ace tags for this post. I love y'all but I am very not ace and I am very talking about myself here.
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lunaragent · 8 months
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Tagged by mutual, @crashtestjeffy to answer 15 questions. Thank you Jeff! This was a lot of fun!
1. are you named after anyone?
my middle name is my pappy's middle name. Duane.
2. do you have kids?
one boy. he is 10 (and a half). going into 5th grade. the most thoughtful ten (and a half) year old i have ever encountered. he makes me so proud!
3. do you use sarcasm a lot?
i do. usually very dryly. i try to steer from the negative and insulting or the dgaf nonsense. but i will be sassy.
4. when was the last time you cried?
last week at the end of Nimona
5. whats the first thing you notice about people?
as @crashtestjeffy had said, i notice people's edges. i never said it like that, but it is very apt. i am soft and sensitive. i cant abide aggressive people. it is key to my sanity. body language is a big part of that for me. i watch people's eyes too.
6. eye color?
dark brown. almost black when i am dead ass tired.
7. what sports do you / have you play[ed]?
i ran distance in high school and into my 30s. and track. high jump, long jump. i played baseball, softball. played a TON of ultimate frisbee.
8. special talents?
shiiiit. i was very good on drumset once upon a time. but nerve damage and a tbi pretty much put a stop to that shit. i guess my talent is listening. i can listen and relate and engage and usually remember as well. that is part nature and part nurture.
9. where were you born?
in the hallway of a hospital in northern indiana
10. scary movies or happy endings?
no thanks. while i dont necessarily like unresolved stories or disaster endings, i despise a saccharine sweet happily ever after. gross.
11. any pets?
Crawl, the 3 yr old western painted turtle and Mossback, the 3 yr old common snapping turtle.
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12. how tall are you?
178 cm
13. hobbies?
i write a ton of mildly creative, moderately clever trash, i just started mountain biking again, i love tabletop rpg's, i woodwork a bit, i make flower crowns out of anything i can find, i dabble in boardgame design, and i am excellent at sleeping.
14. favorite subject in school?
i had physics 1st hr, 1st trimester, senior year. i literally went to school for that class alone and skipped out after that. fave class by far. i actually went to a Rare Earth concert with my physics teacher that year.
15. dream job?
marine biologist. i had actual dreams about swimming with whales when i was young. although for what its worth my current job is pretty rad. electrical, mechanical, carpentry, welding, problem solving, cranes, forklifts. i am learning so so much and applying new knowledge constantly. at work and at home. i really enjoy what i am doing now.
im not tagging anyone bc i dont want to.
love yall babes
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love the Obey Me stuff so far!! I have a request but if you don't feel comfortable w/ it then it's alright :) /gen
request: dateable (and undateables if you can ^^) reaction to MC coming out as trans masc or just trans. doesn't matter if MC is just starting transition or is far enough to pass. can be /r or /p or sfw or nsfw, your pick!
if you've already done this then can you point me in the direction? my internet is horrible and nothing on your page loads correctly :(
- Haz
MC Coming Out as Transmasc
Heya! Since I’m transmasc myself, I decided to do a little bit of just MC coming out as transmasc. That way it was a little bit easier on me. I hope you enjoy! And I apologize if I get anything wrong. I’m still new into transitioning so this might be a bit,,, off. Also I normally don’t write for Luke at all but this was too cute not to! So I included him :)
Most can be seen as /p or /r EXCEPT for Luke's! That is STRICTLY /p!
I didn’t write for Satan, Barbatos, Simeon or Solomon because I had no clue what to write for them, apologies!
Warnings: mentions of dysphoria, sugar daddy Diavolo (/hj) dark humor jokes with Belphegor, done on mobile, NOT PROOFREAD
Lucifer: He was very supportive of you coming out. In fact he was very proud of you, even if you struggled to tell him. You were so scared that he would reject you that you started to cry, which startled the demon and almost gave him a heart attack. He really does care for you, almost as much as he does his brothers. If not more. He helped you change your name in the school system and also gave you a men’s uniform. He’s immediate on using your new name and is very harsh on correcting those who don’t (or if they slip up) He’s not one for shopping necessarily but would definitely give you the funds you need to change your whole wardrobe if you wanted to.
Mammon: YOUR NUMBER ONE SUPPORTER. (Aside from Asmodeus!) He may slip up a bit sometimes with your new name at first but he’s trying! But he demands to be the one to take you shopping spree and he’ll let you pick out whatever clothes you want from his closet! Yeah! Because only you should wear HIS clothes! Not anyone else’s! Seriously though, he was so hyped when you told him that he started yelling around the whole house about it. He was sadly the last person you told for this reason, but that’s not because you didn’t trust him! You just… knew he has a big mouth at times. Your number one hype man for sure. Will go berserk on anyone who deadnames you and probably beat them up if you let them.
Leviathan: Another big supporter! He was happy his Henry trusted him enough to come out to him! He decided to show his support by making some cool pin badges that had your new name and pronouns on it so you could wear them around town and RAD. You were very grateful for them since it would be easier than having to reintroduce yourself or explain a million times over who you were. Every game you guys played together where you had made your character female, he totally offered to restart the game to change your character. Even if it meant deleting all the progress you both made. Anything for his Henry.
Asmodeus: As someone who goes by any and all pronouns, he was squealing in excitement when you told him. He was actually the first person you told! They 100% cut and style your hair for you and shopping is a MUST. They even offered some of their clothes to you and begs to do some devilgram photoshoots with you! They actually helped you pick out your new name and used it immediately. She’s also your go to person when you’re feeling dysphoric because she knows what that feels like and knows exactly how to help! You guys do skincare routines and talk about your feelings, or just simply do something to distract you. They always have a dysphoria hoodie, blanket or some kind of other comfort item in their room ready and clean for you when you start feeling like that.
Beelzebub: When you told him, he was in the middle of eating (of course). He did however smile and thanked you for trusting him with this information before asking you your new name. Now, he and Belphegor are both the second best for you when it comes to dysphoric days. Beel offers you up any and all snacks he has and cuddles while he lets you vent about it. He’ll even give you his jacket if your hoodie/blanket/item isn’t available. He hates seeing you upset. He’s terrifying when people misgender you (whether its an accident or not) because the LOOK he gives them is enough to make them shit themselves. He doesn’t really have to say much.
Belphegor: When you told him, he seemed like he didn’t care but he does of course. He just has his own way of showing it. He more or less makes a bunch of jokes with you about your “dead self” to help ease whatever stress you may have. If you have dark humor like that of course. If he finds out someone has been mean to you because you’ve come out, they’re as good as gone. Honestly he would probably… Bring back their dick and be like “hey you said you wanted one right?” Which hopefully will make you laugh!
Diavolo: Was ecstatic when you told him! He was immediate to change your name in the school system and do absolutely everything in his power to make you the most comfortable for your time in the Devildom. Not gonna lie here, he would pay for everything too. Your wardrobe, top/bottom surgeries, EVERYTHING. He wouldn’t mind at all! Anything to make you the most comfortable and happy. You would probably feel so guilty if he offered to pay for everything (I know I would) but he would just laugh and brush you off as he just says it's what friends do. Diavolo I don’t think you understand that friends don’t go to great lengths like this for each other unless they’re in love with each other /j
Luke: He was a bit confused at first when you explained it to him but after he finally got it, his first question was “So you’re like my big brother now?” And let me tell you, you DIED. That was the cutest thing you’ve ever heard. He always saw you as his big sister, but now you’re his big brother! He couldn’t be happier! He’s always wanted another brother! Well Simeon was more like some kind of father figure but still. HE WAS PSYCHED. He totally always calls you his brother now and threatens anyone who calls you any different. When he notices you aren’t feeling like yourself (aka dysphoria days) he bakes you stuff the minute he gets home from RAD and takes it over to the HoL to give to you and tries to cheer you up. You cry every time he does this. Don’t worry, they’re happy tears.
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