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macksho · 3 years
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so I didn’t get a Xiao, got C5 Diona and Qiqi instead, had a bit of a mental breakdown about my friend getting him on her first 10 roll and all that.
But then I got Hu Tao 2-3 days before her banner ended which I am so happy about and keep looking at her like in that meme “it’s so beautiful. I’ve been looking at it for 2 hours” because that’s how it is. She’s pretty okay, and she hits so hard. And I love her so much
And now I didn’t even hope for it, because my other friend who is pretty damn good at the game said that it probably won’t happen and I should just go for Childe and I understand how pity works my self.
but I got a Venti
on like.. 15th pull? Okay but it wasn’t even a 20. I dont do 10 pulls and I was just doing them, got a 4 star sword, reacted with “oh god damn it, not even Razor” because I want constilatioonnnsss
And literally the next single pull and it’s Venti
WHAT IS THIS
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WHAT IS THIS LUCK
I AM SCREAMING
WHAT IS THISSSS
edit; It was the 9th pull. It was my 9th pull after Hu Tao. And I got my favourite boi. What is this
#YALL THE STANDING IN VENTI’S STATUES HANDS THING WORKS#I AM SCREAMING AS IF I AM POSSESSED BY A HIGH PITCHED TECHNOBLADE WHAT IS THIS#Also I called that friend that got Xiao on her first pull and she didnt get a Venti and was crying about it so yeaaaaah. Awkward that was.#especially considering that she is now a ‘’whale’’ meaning she spended some actuall money on primos and Im f2p and just that was awkward#BUT I HAVE A VENTI WHAT IS THIS I AM SCREAMING WHAT LUCK IS THIS#I HAVE BEEN BLESSED#THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU TELL KEQIUNG ‘’Hey#how dare thee assume I dont believe in god? I mean yeah. I didnt. But excuse me but we stan the best bard in all Teyvat aka my favourite#archnon aka the best waifu because it takes a real genderless god apearing as a male who looks like a girl to be the best girl#aka best femboi aka Venti aka Barbatos so how dare you assume I dont believe in god we stan Venti in this house’’#one of those things. Im just wery loud about how much I stan Venti whenever any of the nps say anything bad about him or the archons#I was going to throw hands at Deinsleif tbh#I dont do that irl to actual real people but nps somehow get me pissed off if they say anything about Venti. People dont#dunno why man dunno I dont like fights. But I am going to throw hands at Signora. HOW DARE SHEEEEEEEE#Stan the archon and he may appear. I guees he liked Aether being all like ‘You dont know the four winds at all so stop acting like you do#Deinsleif. I get it. Youre old and smart. But you didnt actually even talk with any of them so shut up pretty boy >:[#DONT GET ME WRONG I love Deinsleif so much. But. That doesnt mean I cant throw hands okay#my gameplay I do what I want you do what you want in yours but I am a Venti simp okay let me simp and throw hands with nps#dont throw hands with actuall people tho! Thats bad D:
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maddiethebull · 4 years
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Satan (Obey Me!) - Prompt #9 - “I could quote a thousand poems, but none can describe what I feel.”
I’m BACK Y’ALL After some InTrOSpeCtioN and HeaLiNG and LoTS of CRyINg ;)
Sorry for my absence. I hope you like it and thank you for making a request! Requested by @l3v1sblog
Here’s a song to listen to while reading if you’d like:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_R0Ix90hFu8 
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You were cleaning around the lounge of The House of Lamentation, it was your chore for the day to help dust and reorganize whatever silverware or centerpieces that may be out of place. You always thought it was such a bore, you never found anything cool to talk about with the brothers while you cleaned there, unlike the many times you’d found an interesting book to talk about with Satan whilst you cleaned the library. Or the times that you found household items with huge bites taken out of them and asking Beel if he did it and him so innocently denying it… You were about to put some silverware away when something caught your eye, though, it was a red, leather bound book. There wasn't any writing on the cover, piquing your interest, so you opened it and the first thing you saw was a poem titled Suns and Seraphim dedicated to…… WAIT THAT’S YOUR NAME???. It read, 
“Could seraphim descend to earthly ground, 
For chance to brush thine lips with hues of rose;
Discard their grace and heav’nly guise, cast down,
They would; just as the sun is always bound.
The moon will rise upon the sun’s repose 
With gifts to thee inside night skies of opal tone
Of diamonds who’s shine dare not oppose  
That which resides in precious eyes, thine own. 
Si j'avais été dans le royaume des cieux 
Pour vous donner ces soleils souriants 
Et regarder votre beauté, 
Mon cœur volage me tenterait d'arracher 
Mes ailes angéliques et descendre; 
Je quitterais ce paradis creux pour être en Eden 
Avec mon amant, Mon ange de la terre, vous.
(written by Madeline Melcher (me lol) I dont know french so I used a translator btw)
Your jaw dropped, who could have written this?? It popped up in your head that it was most likely either Lucifer or Satan, it definitely wasn’t Mammon, Levi, or Beel. The maybes were Belphie and Asmo, but the chances they wrote that were rather slim. 
Curiosity killed the cat and you couldn’t restrain your fingers from flipping through the many filled pages of the notebook. Another page had read, 
“I could quote a thousand poems, but none can describe what I feel when I’m with you. You are a glimpse of a Heaven lost to betrayal, a sun that, for so long, I’ve been missing. I promise, someday I’ll show you these and then I’ll take you on a picnic (maybe in the human world?).”
Involuntarily, a smile made its way to your lips and a blush to your cheeks until you heard a knock on your door, it was Lucifer,
“MC, Why aren't you cleaning?”
Your heart sped up, what if it was Lucifer who wrote this? You began stuttering, you liked him, sure, but not in the way these poems talk about. Oh god… what if you had to turn down the second most powerful demon ever? Oh lawd. 
“MC, we enjoy having you here but if you don’t finish your chores and put down whatever book you're reading-”
A HUGE sigh of relief escaped you, 
“So you don’t know this book?” You asked, still slightly on edge. 
He answered, “How could I know what you’re reading? There's not even a title on it.” He sighed and stepped closer, he eyed the book and,  “Is that Satan’s Journal? Oh dear, MC, I believe you’ve made a rather stupid mistake.”
Your eyes were open wide as you sat completely still and quiet staring at the book in your hands. Lucifer spoke up, seeing that you looked quite shocked and perhaps a bit scared, 
“If you would like, I can put it back where it was. Though I will be giving you extra chores because it seems that you also know what you did was an invasion of my annoying brother’s privacy.”
You thought a moment then spoke, 
“No, I don’t feel good about that… I think I should give it back to him. I don’t wanna lie to him.”
“If that’s what you would like to do then I am nobody to stop you, just be careful and if something happens then don’t refrain from calling me for help.”
“Thank you Lu-”
In a seemingly dejected and scoffing tone Lucifer said, “And do your chores.” 
With that he left you all alone to contemplate a plan to give Satan his journal back. Your mind was clouded with a million thoughts, the most prominent one being ‘he really thinks of me like that?’ A brush of pink crept onto your cheeks, thinking of him writing these poems. Thinking of him thinking of you. You wished so much that you could just revel in these thoughts, but the issue at hand was that, like Lucifer had said, you invaded Satan’s privacy. ‘What if he doesn’t feel that way anymore...’ Excitement and fear mixed inside your mind making you feel overwhelmed. How would you go about this?
‘Maybe I can just leave it in front of his door with a note on it. But, no, what if someone else picks it up?’ 
‘I could just burn it and forget about everything…….. No, MC, that’s NOT what’s gonna happen.’
You thought and thought and came to the realization that the easiest and most moral way to take care of the situation was just to knock on his door and hand it to him. You would tell him what you did and apologize and it would go very super incredibly smooth… yeah. You picked up the book ad headed towards Satan’s room with conviction, ‘you can do this MC!’ you thought. But when you got to his room, you froze like Mammon’s credit cards. 
You’d never felt more anxious in your life. You liked Satan a great deal, he was handsome and charming, he had a soft side that he showed you often, he was wonderful. Even though these poems were made out to you, you felt as if it couldn't possibly be real. And moreover, this was the Avatar of Wrath’s personal journal that you had gone through... You breathed heavily to calm your nerves and gave yourself a mini pep talk. Then, finally, you  meekly knocked on the door. Satan opened the door and saw you standing there, a smile crossed his face, 
His blonde locks messily hung around his bright green eyes with a beautiful happy go lucky look in them, 
“Hello, MC, find something interesting today? I certainly did and would very much like to give it to you.” A sweet chuckle ran off his words as he began to show you in but he froze and his expression changed drastically. 
With his eyes open wide he asked while pointing to the book, 
“What’s that?”
Stuttering and mumbling, fumbling your words you managed to get out a small “I’m sorry”
Silence. Silence that was louder than the rumble of a volcano.
He cleared his throat, 
“Did- did you read it?” his eyes fixated on the book you held, he looked incredibly worried. You weren't looking at him so you could only assume that his visage was pure rage, something you, a mere human, were terrified of.
“I-I-I-I-”
You were cut off by a chuckle, although this time it wasn’t sweet, per say, more nervous. But through your ever amazing perception skills, you again thought he was angry with you and as he said, 
“MC, I-”
You blurted out, “I’m sorry!” and ran away. 
Your heart beat a million miles per hour as you hastily made your way to your room, locking the door and looking down to see that your dumbass TOOK THE BOOK. You were silent on the outside, but screaming like Hell on the inside. 
Just then, a voice wriggled it’s way through the wooden door, it was Asmo. 
“MC, do you think I could borrow your hair straightener? Mine broke and I can’t go anywhere looking like this!”
Shakily, you replied, “Sure, it’s just on my bathroom counter.”
He waltzed in all happy and pretty but the look on your face made him stop in his tracks,
“What’s wrong?” With those two words, you nearly burst into tears.
“Oh hun…” he said as he put a reassuring hand on your shoulder, letting you rest your head on his arm. “Why don’t we go to my room and talk about it? I’ll even give you a makeover, that’d be nice, yeah?”
You wiped the tears from your cheeks, “Yeah.”
You told him all about it as he did your makeup, making you feel slightly better, though, it wasn’t really the makeup, it was more seeing how much the brothers cared about you in times like this. He began to finish his own makeup as you sat down on the bed and your restless thoughts ran out of your mouth as if it were a marathon.
“And he got angry at me, I can’t stand seeing him angry, and and-”
“MC, honey, calm down,” he said as he finished doing his eye makeup, focusing on his reflection in the vanity mirror. 
“How can I? These poems, they’re beautiful but I just read his journal without asking and I feel so horrible about it. And I’m really scared of him when he gets angry… I just don’t know if I can face him right now.” You flopped from sitting up to splaying out on the pale pink bedspread.
“You said the exact same thing just five minutes ago! You won’t get anywhere from repeating that.”
“UGH but it's all I can think about right now… What if he hates me because of this…”
Asmo let out a light chuckle, “He doesn’t hate you sweetie, I don’t think he can.”
You frowned, “You don’t know that.”
After a moment’s pause, looking at how distraught you were with the current situation, Asmo spoke again,
“MC, let me tell you a secret, I’ve been watching this whole thing unravel, I could sense rom com vibes since the day you waltzed in! You should’ve heard the way he talked about you, it was constant ‘MC this and MC that’ ‘Oh I made MC laugh today,’ ‘MC let me borrow her pen’ ‘MC asked me to get coffee,’” Asmo said while doing a ridiculous impression of Satan, “But you can’t tell him I told you this or he’ll probably string me up by the ankles.”
You chuckled and when your smile faded, Asmo looked you in the eye and said in a sincere voice,
“He likes you girlie, I would even say he loves you. I’ve never seen him care about someone so much. When I said I don’t think he can hate you, I meant it. So go back there and tell him what you feel, this is the climax of your love story! And believe me when I say a good climax can fix anything!”
“Asmo ew.”
“Hehe, too much?”
You looked at the red book cover, “He really said that?”
Asmo rolled his eyes with a smile, 
“Yes! So what’re you waiting for?? I can feel the stress seeping out of you and it's not good for my skin.”
Meanwhile in his room Satan was pacing like a worried cat, mumbling to himself. ‘I knew MC didn’t feel that way…’ ‘How could I be so reckless? I left my journal in the dining room of all places!’ With a frustrated grunt, he brought his hands to his face, lowkey slapping himself in the face.  He sat down on his bed and tousled with his hair, as he did so, his focus was taken by a single blooming Mirage Flower on his desk. He winced and flopped onto his bed face down. The sigh he let out after that held an almost tangible emotion of frustration. He was frustrated with himself, but also with you. He didn’t plan on you finding out like this and it made him feel, well, kind of lame. He imagined telling you many times, none were as embarrassing as you reading his journal. He wanted to sweep you off of your feet like a prince in one of Levi’s animes, with the flowers mysteriously blooming and all of that. He turned to the side, restless and angry with himself and again was there the flower he had secretly picked from Diavolo’s garden, only to give to you. His lips turned to a frown and he sat up again, taking the flower from it’s vase and like a child, he plucked each petal saying “MC loves me.” “MC loves me not.” As the flower diminished to just the stem he finished with “MC loves me.” ‘Hmph, I look like I’m losing it, don’t I?’ he thought. Still, this powerful demon’s heart felt aflutter from something as silly as the words “MC loves me” as he plucked the final petal from the pistal. Those petals that would soon dry out and crumble to dust reflected in his aquamarine eyes like lilies floating in a pond. His brow furrowed and he decided it best to lay down looking the other way. 
You got off of Asmo’s bed, dropping the journal with the spine facing the ground, making it open to the last page that had only one sentence on it. Your heart beat sped up as you read the short entry and what you read was enough to make you happy for entire lifetimes. 
“I've loved you every day before today and I will love you every day after.”
You didn’t know why, but it was enough to bring the hint of tears to your eyes. He really thought of you like that? Did you think of him like that? As intensely in love as these poems and pages had shown?
Now holding the book in your hands, looking at the same red leather cover but seeing something different. You smiled, and said “Yeah. I think I do.”
Asmo turned around with a confused look on his face, “You do what?”
A blush rose to your cheeks much like a rose in bloom, 
“I love him.”
You left the room determined, set firmly on a path to Satan’s bedroom. 
All alone in his room, Asmo chuckled, 
“Have fun dearie.”
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This was a long one, I wrote this over a long period of time and I changed it up a lot. I was feeling sad when I wrote a lot of this, so it’s a bit really sad and I decided to end it like this because it kind of felt right? Like instead of explaining the whole thing from beginning to end, it would be a better read and be a better experience for the readers to be able to imagine whatever ending they would like when confronting the character Satan. I’m open to writing an ending that includes MC finally confronting him, though, just say the word and I’ll finish the story in a different way :) Thanks for reading! <3
also as a BONUS:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u9raS7-NisU this song is basically what Satan was thinking the entire time lmao 
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