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nerdy-talks · 9 months

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Obey Me! Nightbringer Lesson 22 Spoilers!

Mammon has been my favorite brother ever since the very first Lesson of OG Obey Me!

I've also been a HUGE fan of Mammon's greedy behavior towards us probably because I like yanderes so much lol

But wow.... The newest Lesson in Obey Me! Nightbringer actually had me feeling.... apprehensive? Unsure?? Scared??? Horny?!?!

Aww... Beel 💙 (don't be so sure~ lol)

Mammon is aggressively possessive. Dangerously possessive. He's not thinking clearly.

I don't blame him since his sin is obviously taking over and he is unable to control himself. But....

If the same thing is gonna happen with the rest of the boys, we better buckle up and hold on tight!

Personally, I feel like I'd be able to handle Mammon, Levi, and Belphie. Possibly even Satan since I can understand his wrath/rage (though I might just be way too overconfident there).

But Lucifer, Asmo, and Beel?

Asmo will be trying to fuck seduce us nonstop. Beel may possibly try to devour us.

And Lucifer's overflowing pride will probably mean that he will view any help that we try to offer him as us, a "lowly human", underestimating and patronizing him... which will severely piss him off.

I'm hoping all of this means that we will start forging pacts with the brothers along the way/as we help each of them.

Because if not... We're screwed considering our magic currently isn't working and Solomon's magic is progressively getting weaker.

At this point, I can't wait for the next lesson. I want to know what happens next, I want to see how we're gonna save Mammon. I want the entire story all at once even though that's not possible.... I'm just impatient xD

#it was nice to see Little D. again!#Barbatos was looking fine~ 👀#I'm also super curious to learn more about Nightbringer #Levi saving us made my heart go doki doki 💙#Asmo defending us was cute #Satan being so happy in the library was adorable too!#poor Mammon though #I will forever be obsessed with this game lol #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me nightbringer #obey me nightbringer lesson 22 #obey me nightbringer lesson 22 spoilers

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idoodleonmargins · 4 months

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For @theenbywholeaptthroughtime

They finished Doki Doki Literature Club and I had to celebrate the occasion with a commemorative sticker

#doki doki literature club #stickers #take that Monika #poor Sayori she deserved better

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short-boii · 14 days

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STH X DDLC

every day I imagine a future where I can be with you~

poor sonic is being put through hell, his personal purgatory; harem.

I repeatedly put just one song on loop while doing this, what song you may ask ?

well...

this song hits

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khattikeri · 3 months

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So Kyo Kaneko graduated on February 16. On February 21, his past life account hinted at a vtuber(?) redebut in March. [twitter link]

I know everyone is hyperscrutinizing every little thing that Nijisanji EN vtubers do now, but I think it's equal parts painful and amusing how of the seven members who've left the company, six of them pretty much immediately redebuted under new names.

Like.

Yugo -> Unnamed / U-san Zaion -> Sayu Sincronisity Nina -> MataraKan (Vshojo) Mysta -> K9Kuro (Vshojo) Selen -> Dokibird

Pomu hasn't since she's now a student in higher education, but even she makes twitter spaces to zatsu chat [link 1] [link 2] or sing karaoke on her personal account, which was originally to support her idol oshis.

Always amazed how a company can hire people who clearly enjoy streaming and can captivate large audiences, and then utterly fail at retaining them.

#keri chats #nijisanji #vtubers #i am not tagging all these guys' current and past iterations individually. if you find this post god willed it (joking)#partway through i realized this post kinda reads like me intentionally guiding ppl to new @s of former niji streamers #but whatever lol the main intent here is to clown on anycolor and its poor mgmt/international business practices #shoutout to matara kuro and doki for breaking the vtuber kayfabe so thoroughly in the EN sphere that i no longer give a shit abt it

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awobbles · 10 months

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How I feel about how the new SMG4 ARC right now:

#poor tari #curse you #tv adware (smg4)#smg4 tari #smg4 #this is not okie dokie

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doki-doki-imagines · 4 months

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Do you have images of your OCs?

OCs or Self-inserts? I have imagines for both but the OCs without the background context don't make any sense (and I don't think I wanna explain it now LOL). If you refer to the self-inserts...which fandom? Or both?

#chit chat #my poor brain developed too many ideas for fictional men...#but i love how Doki always tends to be a fucking loser LMAO

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hxroic-wxlls · 4 months

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@thunderrscher said: mei vc: is my authority a joke to you

“ Eh? Oh, no, not at all. I’ve just got a party coming up, and my charger’s broken so… “

“ Sorry? “ Did the Thunderbrand god ever mention something like this when he taught him this skill?

#thunderrscher #{crack}#{okie dokie: ic}#poor Weegee #man’s just trying to charge his phone 😔

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killuaisaprincess · 2 years

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chu~

“Here.”

In an instant, their pile of candy grows three times as big, as their mentor drops all the candy from her bucket into their stack.

She pats the edge of the pumpkin bucket; rather gently for her, smiling with an air of cockiness, flipping her ponytail.

“I am not fond of candy.”

Yeah, after all, she is an old hag…

She was proud of her pink succubus outfit that won her second place in the costume contest. The only reward was a lousy card and tons of candy, though.

“Since I was so amazing and won!”

Second place.

Gon stares bewildered at the pile, humming out loud. “I think Killua would’ve won if he actually had entered.”

Killua abruptly stops his counting of their more enormous pile of candy, warmth flurrying in his chest, burning against his cheeks and ears. He drops the small bar he was holding, grabbing at the edges of his witch's hat, and tugging it down.

“S-stupid! Don’t be ‘mbarrassing… there wasn’t any point…”

No one needs five years' worth of gumballs unless you’re Hisoka, maybe, and a debatably even lousier card than second place.

Besides, he doesn’t want everyone to gawk at him… he only wants Gon to see…

He aggressively unwraps the yellow paper off a ball of chocolate, popping it into his mouth.

He can’t tell if Bisky is annoyed or crying… as she walks off.

“Well, don’t stay up too late! You’re free from training for tonight.”

“Oh! And make sure you check the candy for razors and brush your teeth; you don’t want cavities, brats!”

If Bisky is still lecturing him, it is dull and ringing in Killua’s ears; along with Gon’s affirmatives and osu’s; he swallows the candy full, his chest and limbs heavy. It hurts to breathe. There’s still a lump in his throat that won’t go away. He coughs to try and get it out.

Get what out…?

It’s itchy and scratchy, and it hurts.

He tugs the hat off, ripping the edges of the black underskirt of his dress. How much it had cost doesn’t even cross his mind; he’s just trying to stay grounded, fingers curled up near his chest.

It’s all fuzzy… the dirt beneath his feet… the sky...

Gon’s saying something he can’t make out; it’s too…

Much…

“…lua…”

“Ki…”

He opens his eyes slowly, not even recalling having closed them, his face flushed, and fingers digging tightly into Gon’s sleeve and part of his green cloak.

He loosens his grip, guilt pricking against his skin, but presses his flushed face deeper into Gon’s shoulder. He didn’t know when he had gotten here… clinging to Gon.

“Killua. Are you okay?”

Gon’s hand is warm on his shoulder, warmer than the ground, hot to the touch, despite the moon shining above them.

“…’m sorry…”

Gon’s sweet. He just shakes his head, and Killua slowly pulls his fingers away from Gon’s arm and sits up, his skin turning a shade of pink at the thought.

He occupies his mind, pulling each piece of candy out of the wrapper and checking it as Gon stands up and goes to their bag, fumbling through it.

Killua's not doing a sufficient job, fingers shaking and struggling to rip at the plastic, but it’s anything to keep himself from sinking.

“Maybe we should go back to the inn, too.”

Gon suggests it like it’s no problem at all. Like their fun won’t be ruined by doing that. Although maybe it already was…

He offers Killua a water bottle, and Killua places his candy down, averting his eyes; Gon had already taken off the cap... Killua takes it with both hands, chugging. It’s warm, and it doesn’t make the lump go away.

Crestfallen blue eyes look down at his outfit, partly soaked in water now. Killua wipes his lips, placing the empty bottle down, fumbling to grab a piece of candy once more.

“What about all the candy…?”

Gon taps his foot, and Killua can all but hear the smoke coming out of his ears as the other boy tugs off his wolf ears and his cloak, plopping down next to him.

“I’m sure they’ll let us bring it all! …Uh, maybe…”

Gon adds too sheepishly at the end, fluffing out the cloak and turning it sideways, placing it over Killua’s shoulders.

Killua stiffens, the lump in his throat joined by his heart palpitating, as he shyly scoots further away from Gon, pulling the cloak closer, fumbling with a piece of candy in one hand, and grabbing a longer strand of his hair with the other, tugging on it.

“N-no! I mean…”

Gon doesn’t seem shocked at his outburst, closing the gap between them again and joining Killua in checking every piece of candy.

“Did they…?”

Gon’s voice goes cold for a second, and a shiver runs right down Killua’s spine.

He doesn’t like it when Gon gets all cold like that. It’s scary. He’s scared he’s going to lose him.

Killua presses his head down against Gon’s shoulder to bring him out of it, which it does; the other boy looks down, mouth open. It does, but maybe he also did it for a reason he won’t admit; he likes being near Gon’s warmth.

He bites down on his lower lip, chewing on it, inhaling shakily.

“No. I mean, yeah, but never enough to make me lose my tongue…”

They were always precise, small enough, dullish, but enough to hurt and enough to bleed.

Gon’s goes rigid against him, small rumbles of anger making him shake.

Killua grabs Gon’s arm again, trying, oh, so, trying. Gon stops, and that’s what he wants, but he knows there’s also a selfish desire deep down that also just wants Gon’s support. Stupid. Idiot...

“Killua.”

Gon says it so comfortingly, like the sharp blade of his words hadn’t been there mere minutes ago.

And he wraps an arm around his shoulder, pulling him closer, and Killua closes his eyes.

“I liked it on Whale Island, you know…? There weren’t any unexpected surprises…”

Even if it was hard to drop his guard… there weren’t any bad ones…

“Mmh. I’ll take you again, I promise.”

He wants to stay right here in this moment… forever… but if he does, it’ll be that much harder when Gon goes somewhere he can’t follow.

He ruffles his way out from underneath Gon, shaking his head and stretching over and picking up his bucket and hat.

It’s just the full moon… he twiddles with the ribbon on his chest, leaning over and giving Gon a peck on the cheek so fast it’s over before his beating heart even knows it, placing the hat on his head and pulling it down.

“T-there! That’s your treat, so I get to keep all your candy!”

Maybe Gon thinks he’s lost it, or whatever! But he marches off towards the inn, blushing. It's just he...

In reality. Gon just thinks he’s too adorable to question the weirdness.

#hxh #gonkillu #gonkillu supremacy #Hunter X Hunter #killua hunter x hunter #gon #Gon x Killua #Killua Zoldyck #killua #Gon Freecss #gon hxh #;windy’s stuff #AHHHH #😭😭😭😭#IM!#Ki has trauma 😭😭😭#YES THIS IS A FLUFFY THING BUT THE POOR KID WENT THROUGH SO MUCH #KI IS TINY AND SHY AHHHHHH HES SO CUTE #MY HEART DOKI #KIS SO CUTE 🥺 my BABEY #KI DESERVES THE WORLD #GK GK GK CHANTS #THEY ARE SO CUTE AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #KI IS SO SO SO SO SO FRIKIN CUTE BABEY 🥺#I JUST LOVE KI MY HEART CANT TAKE HOW CUTE HE IS I WANNA PROTECT HIM FROM THE WORLD #I JUST LOVE 😭🥺 THEM #Gon will always be there to catch Ki 🥺 canon don’t know her! They are cuteeee 🥺#GON GIVING KI A JACKET SLASH ANYTHING HE WAS WEARING AHHHH NOM NOM I LOVE I LOVE I LOVE GON BEING SO GENTLE WITH KI MY HEART 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#I just want Ki to be loved and treated like the princess he is 🥺🤧🙏

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kazthecatgirl · 3 months

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Can someone tell Nijisanji that you shouldn't aim guns at your feet?

#she speaks #the yacht isn't just sinking #it's burning into the sea #it's crazy how bad it's gotten #poor doki just wanted to stream neo pets :(

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cathwritestragediesnotsins · 1 year

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Finally finished Doki Doki Literature Club

Shit is wild.

The setup took a long time so I got bored and stopped playing it but damn was it worth the time in the end.

Such a unique experience!

#posts by cath #cath plays doki doki literature club #doki doki literature club #poor natsuki

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luveline · 4 months

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kisses before dinner — steve comes home to his girls after a long day. 2k, mom!reader

Steve has a back ache twinging between his shoulders that takes his breath away as he treks the last step up to the front door. The door gets caught on the latch when he pushes it open, which is awesome, Steve’s so glad you’re being safe late at night, but deplorable in that he has wood grain etched into his jaw and no way inside.

“Girls?” He knocks the glass pane. “Anybody home?”

Everyone should be home. Your car is in the driveway, the girls’ shoes are by the wall. He pushes the door open as far as he can (not far) and weasels his face into the gap to look for you. It’s dark besides the upstairs bathroom light.

Steve calls your name a few times, but eventually comes to the realisation that you’re all asleep and he’s locked out. He closes the door and heads back to his car to scrounge the spare back door key from under his seat.

He fights through the garden gate covered in brambles to the backyard. It hasn’t been touched since summer, forgotten things left to the elements. Avery’s bike flakes with copper coloured rust against the wall. The trampoline net is tangled and fallen off of one side. There are plastic cups in the stinging nettles growing back beneath it and gummy bears swollen with water along the paving stones like some poor retelling of Hansel and Gretel. He unlocks the back door and promptly knocks over the trash can he’d left in front of it. His back whines as he cleans it away, but at least it’s warm inside.

It’s good to be home.

He shoves the toppled garbage back into the can, washes tomato sauce off of his hands in the sink, and lets himself bask in his own poorly lit company for a moment, rubbing his tired eyes. He was hoping for a welcome party. It took longer to help Robin move than they’d anticipated.

“I won’t be back for a while,” he’d said apologetically down the phone.

“Okie dokie,” you’d crooned. He didn’t need to see you to know there was a baby in your lap. “Just come home when you can, babe. And lift with your knees! I’ll put your plate in the fridge, yes? Love you.” Your voice turned to sugar. “Love you, love you, love you, honey.” You definitely weren’t talking to him at that point. Mother of my kids, he’d thought reverently, the strength of a thousand men restored for an hour or two before the fatigue truly set in and he and Robin considered leaving the rest of her furniture on her new front lawn.

He scratches his hair from his eyes with both hands. Mother of my kids, he thinks again. You’ve actually managed to keep the kitchen tidy, the only evidence of a day of play being the grape juice rings on the dining table placemats. How the fuck you’ve done it is a miracle worth marvelling. Three children, one (admittedly smaller) baby bump, and a full eighteen hours by yourself. You’re very impressive.

He decides to tell you emphatically with his face in your neck. He should shower, and he will apologise to you for subjecting you to his sweaty hair in the morning. You’ll shrug off his apology, say something sweet about for better or worse or maybe wrinkle your nose and kiss him anyways.

Steve honestly can’t find any shame about how much he likes you. Like and love can begin to diverge in a marriage, especially after kids when your duty as parents is more important than it is as partners, but you’ve yet to let him pull away, and he won’t give you a reason to. He’ll keep trying as hard as possible to be a husband you can adore. And you don’t have to do much, really. Realistically you give the majority of yourself every day to Steve and your kids, but he would cling to you if you got sick of it. He knows he would. You could turn hermit and live under the bed, and Steve would spend half his life on his stomach just looking at you.

Half trying to pull you out again. The other half getting the girls ready for school. He’s so tired he doesn’t realise that this is too many halves.

When he gets to the top of the stairs he feels like a lifetime has passed since he left that morning, bright and early at 5AM. There’d been driving, car swaps, booing at people from behind the wheel, a hundred boxes, a million trips up and down the stairs, and a suspicious washing machine recalibration. This was without the cold coke drinking, peanuts, popcorn, mistimed movie references, and the obligatory insulting of Robin’s girlfriend’s mauve chaise, of which Robin refused to participate.

Between all that, there’d been worrying, and a want for more phone calls. Promise me you’ll call me if you need anything at all, he’d said that morning, giving your face a fond caress. There’s a confidence that comes with this much love. Steve can pour every inch of his affection for you into one touch and knows you’ll soak it up like a sponge. Really. Any problems, any stress, any tantrums. Just call me. I’m ten minutes away.

You were grateful if amused, telling him he didn’t need to worry so much, and then offering him another slice of toast.

Is it weird how much I love my wife? he wonders, pushing open the bedroom door gently.

You’re actually awake! He’s shocked and a little betrayed to find you looking at him, but the betrayal fades when he notices the swelling around your eyes and your trembling arm as you hoist yourself up under Avery’s weight. He’s woken you up coming in.

“Sorry,” he mouths, frowning at your shakiness.

You manage a smile and beckon him forward. The problem is the little ladies strewn about in the way. Avery drools on your chest while Dove takes up the entirety of Steve’s side, spread into a star shape, and Bethie snores loudly by your knees. An especially aggressive one makes him laugh as he rounds the bed to your side.

“Hello,” he whispers, taking your face into a loving hand, “sorry I’m back so late.”

You smile into his palm but don’t say anything.

“You okay? Had a good day?” he asks.

You hum something nonsensical. He wipes at your cheek in the rough way you enjoy, your face bumped with every stroke of his thumb.

“Did you…” Your eyelashes flutter closed. “Did you eat?”

“Loads. Sorry. I’ll eat my dinner tomorrow.”

You wrinkle your nose. He’s been dying to see it. “Don’t bother, it wasn’t my best.”

“All dinners are your best.”

You cover his hand with yours, and then you steal it away from your cheek and kiss it all over. Steve bends down to hug you.

“Missed you,” you say at the same time. Steve laughs. “Was it a long day?” you ask.

“I could ask you the same thing.”

“It was aeons,” you say. “The girls were good, mostly. Baby not so much.”

“Aw, no,” he croons softly, “what’s she been doing?”

“She won’t let me eat.”

Steve rubs the top of your arm. “I’m sorry, honey. You should’ve called me.”

“What are you gonna do, H?”

He breathes out into the side of your face. “You’re right, like always. What can I do?”

He can’t do a thing to ease your morning sickness, so… Steve ends up taking a knee on the bed beside you to hold you for a while, no rush to lay down even though he aches in strings and shouts. “I’m glad I can’t get pregnant. I’d have hundreds of your babies if I could and it would be torture.”

You laugh at his absurdity in the giggly startled way he’d been hoping for.

“Did you throw up?” he asks, pulling away enough to see your face while his hand starts the soft journey down your front to your bump. You’re about three months along and the bump came quickly. It’s cute and Steve loves it and he tries not to be weird about it but he’s weird about you.

“No, just kept churning. I made eggs for breakfast and we can’t eat them anymore.”

Steve kisses your cheek, the corner of your eye, knowing it’ll make you happy. Your smile follows swiftly after, and he kisses that with gusto. “I don’t even like eggs,” he mumbles.

“You love eggs.”

“What was it like being the stay at home mom today?” he asks.

“Hard. But fun. Avery was being really nice to me all day, did you have something to do with that?”

“Avery’s always nice.”

Your smile widens impossibly, “Yeah, but she was asking me if I wanted to sit down and if I needed a glass of water all day.”

Steve shrugs. “Doesn’t sound like something I’d do.”

“Well don’t do it again, H. She’s just a baby. She doesn’t need to worry about me.”

Steve strokes your forehead, totally in your orbit. “She’s not worrying. Are you worrying about her when you take care of her? And sometimes you need a reminder.”

You chew it over. “Okay… you’re right. You win that one, Harrington. Mostly ‘cos I’m too tired.”

Steve always wins when he gets to slide into bed next to you. You push yourself over and bunch the kids up tighter. There’s not quite enough room for him. He feels as though he’s one little legged kick from falling back out, but he doesn’t mind, wrapping an arm around you and Avery where she’s sliding off of you and onto the mattress between you both. The poor girl is in a deep sleep, dribbling from the corner of her mouth. Steve wipes it away.

“You comfortable enough?” he asks.

“I’m fine. Thank you for asking.”

He rests his head against yours on the pillows. “Missed you.”

“But you had fun, right?”

“It was great. I feel like I ran a marathon.”

“Exhausted?” you ask.

“And accomplished… You sure you’re okay? It was a long day by yourself. That stunt you pulled in the kitchen? Incredible.”

“I thought you’d like that. I told the girls you’d buy them a pony.”

“You did not.”

You laugh into his cheek. “No, I didn't, you caught me… I’m fine, really. I did miss you. It’s not nice, not seeing you. I’m used to a couple of hours, but it started feeling wrong when it was dark out, I… it’s silly but I was thinking about how horrible it would be if you never came back–”

Your pitch lifts up as Steve gasps and slaps a hand over your mouth (doesn’t slap, but covers, big hand on your lips and pressing them shut without sympathy).

“Don’t be ridiculous.” He meets your eyes, smiling hard despite the fatigue clinging to you both, and doesn’t buckle, even as you kiss his palm again. “Pregnancy brain is a scary thing.”

Your eyes turn to melting. He’s putty immediately, pulling your hand away to caress your cheek.

“Wanna be crazy in love in the morning?” he asks gently. You put your arm behind Avery’s back and smile as she snuggles into your ribs. Steve kisses your nose. “Go to sleep, honey. I can feel how tired you are. Back to normal in the morning.”

“Love you, Steve.”

“Love you, too.”

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