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So about the lucifer new card....I cry so hard that I have to wait for 2-3 mouth to get him...😭

absolutely agree. honestly, i don't understand why we've to wait that much.

but, as long as we get it in the normal pulls someday, i'm okay.

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Hi, just dropping in to say your doing amazing

hi to you too, dear. thanks for the kind words (<3).

how have you been? it's been quite the time since we last talked.

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . little something i wrote to help with my inner thoughts. ˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . lowercase intended, 195 words, mentions of scars in the forearm, not specified the reason why they're there.

with a fondness almost unknown to you, his hand held your wrist firmly; raising your arm enough to have it close to his face. a lateral movement of his wrist and your forearm was already under his watchful eye. deep gaze that carefully examined your skin, marked by a pain that you never wanted to have to experience again. a part of you that you longed to bury underground forever, but, one more part of you for him to love.

—you don't have to do this. –you tried to reason, not wanting him to be aware of the pain that still resided in your grieving soul.

carefully, his gaze met yours, a prolonged silence formed between the two of you. however, with delicate slowness, in case you decided to reject his actions, he lowered his face until the gentle commissure of his lips made contact with the back of your wrists. unhurriedly and gently, he began to leave tender kisses all over your forearm, paying special attention to the deeper marks that decorated your skin.

—just... –he started uttering. —let me know all the times that, despite not knowing it, i failed to protect you.

satan, mammon (whb); jotaro, bruno, wammu, josuke (jjba); satoru, suguru, itadori (jjk); dante (dmc); dazai (bsd); jack, buddha, qin, hades (snv/ror); mammon, simeon, diavolo (om); giyuu, sanemi, rengoku, akaza (kny); draken, mitsuya, kakucho (tokrev); your favs (<3).

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . little something i wrote to help with my inner thoughts. ˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . lowercase intended, 195 words, mentions of scars in the forearm, not specified the reason why they're there.

with a fondness almost unknown to you, his hand held your wrist firmly; raising your arm enough to have it close to his face. a lateral movement of his wrist and your forearm was already under his watchful eye. deep gaze that carefully examined your skin, marked by a pain that you never wanted to have to experience again. a part of you that you longed to bury underground forever, but, one more part of you for him to love.

—you don't have to do this. –you tried to reason, not wanting him to be aware of the pain that still resided in your grieving soul.

carefully, his gaze met yours, a prolonged silence formed between the two of you. however, with delicate slowness, in case you decided to reject his actions, he lowered his face until the gentle commissure of his lips made contact with the back of your wrists. unhurriedly and gently, he began to leave tender kisses all over your forearm, paying special attention to the deeper marks that decorated your skin.

—just... –he started uttering. —let me know all the times that, despite not knowing it, i failed to protect you.

satan, mammon (whb); jotaro, bruno, wammu, josuke (jjba); satoru, suguru, itadori (jjk); dante (dmc); dazai (bsd); jack, buddha, qin, hades (snv/ror); mammon, simeon, diavolo (om); giyuu, sanemi, rengoku, akaza (kny); draken, mitsuya, kakucho (tokrev); your favs (<3).

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can't stop singing (a teen beach movie's song) but it's apollo and reader, who has been cursed momentarily by the god to make her sing instead of talking.

both having a small musical moment between them while he plays the ukelele (is that the instrument playing?) as she tries to stay mad at him; yet as the song goes on she begins to take it less seriously and even starts to dance with the god.

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just to let anyone know, i might delete the requests i've in my inbox for reasons i won't state here. so, sorry for anyone that has requested something.

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Hey there just a what if.

Since lucifer is the loneliest devil(idk i remember seeing this info somewhere) maybe, just maybe lucifer is gonna be our soft king? Like maybe when he trusted us enough to show what he truly feels (before he went on and fck us lol).

idk anything about him, really. but considering how most lonely people tend to be touch-starved or more empathetic (for things I've read and noticed myself) he could easily be a soft individual, especially towards ra-on.

hopefully, we'll get more about him soon.

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It's okay !! Thank you for letting me know <3

it's okay, dear. you're welcome (<3).

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Hi Rae!! Your writing is really good :3 Do you do character x character, if I may ask?

Sorry!! English isn't my first language..!!

i don't write character × character, sorry (🥲).

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hello :D this is my first time requesting but I have read your self-aware whb and i possible can we have more crumbs of that au? I love your writing very much (o゜▽゜)o❤

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . the worst thing about the free topic is the infinite things that can be talked about, and i don't know which one to choose right now (😭). also i'm working on levi in the self aware au, have faith in me please. btw, thanks for the sweet words (🥹🫶); i hope you like it, dear anon (<3). ˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . lowercase intended

the worst, or rather, one of the most complicated and dangerous parts of the realization is, without a doubt, the obsession that certain winged individuals are being victims of.

that feeling once thought lost, of a higher being so close to them, whether or not that of god himself, has turned them into mere empty puppets seeking to feel that heat directly near them once again.

the point can reach such an extreme, in which a section of the angels is sent to do an exhaustive study to search how to reach you directly or how to bring you there with them.

know that a certain trio of seraphim will not hesitate to give their all, and even more, to achieve that. whatever blood, sweat and tears they must expend for it to be a reality. believe me, they're insistent in their beliefs.

you just have to hope, poor soul, that none of the possible options happen. you do not want to see yourself in front of any of these angels whose sanity abandoned them long ago.

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Would you be willing to write self aware ideas for the other fandoms you write for besides What In Hell Is Bad? Like say, maybe Twisted-Wonderland or even Bungo Stray Dogs?

If not, sorry to bother you with this, lmao. 🚶

of course i'm! yet, i can't deny that i would have to replay the games first (💀).

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( 1 ) I have a new idea for self aware whb so hear me out first so I will give you a imagine later. So about the new card ( attack of the king ) just open now. And I have feels complicated about the first story of the card I read in the gacha. First is satan attack card and I swear that in a situation where those three kings are fighting for Ra-on , I have a feeling the mc is just a toy in their eyes to have and not ask ( more like don't care ) for their option at all and the Mc ( or I call them Ra-on to be clear ) thoughts and again the 24 hour horny all the time is get on my nerve so much ( Satan will be an exception because he arrived just in time to get Ra-on out of that situation ).

i'd have to reread their prologues first, ngl (😭). i don't remember much about it, sadly.

also, i didn't understand if you wanted a drabble or something with this one (;-;)...

understandably, we can feel kind of hurt for the lack of fluff, yet we can't deny that we knew what we'd get once we installed it. and, particularly what we were getting when seeing these specific cards. after all, these were just their attempts to come up with a small story to match the cards' looks.

about satan's king card, it's true that the "fight" between the four of them was quite a surprise to all of us (the entrance in the motorcycle and the other three in the wall was *chef kiss*), yet they didn't seem to have any ulterior motives apart from spending some time with ra-on, which is normal considering the plot and who we're talking about.

and about mammon's king card, this is a tricky one. i mean, ra-on did protect him in a part of it (we all lose our shit there for sure) but the whole "sex-in-the-middle-of-war" was a little unexpected and impulsive for them. ra-on might be a horny individual for sure, but that's what it's needed in the story so it's acceptable at points.

in conclusion, we need more fluff. though we can't deny that we knew about what we were signed to when searching for what in "hell" is bad?.

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . i tried to do something here, i swear. drabble inspired by @etheries1015 's idea. special thanks to my dear @livelaughlovesubs for proofreading and helping me with this one, ily (🥹🫶✨). ˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . lowercase intended, 878 words, angsty themes, reader is sad bc they feel objectified by the demons.

“why...?”

that was the question that lingered in your head the most. stuck in a sea of misery and hardship that only you could freely navigate and easily drown in.

there was no other way to share the pain of your most incessant storms of thoughts, not when no one there present seemed to care about your mental well-being.

of course, they cared about you, or that's what you wanted to conclude from times when they truthfully helped you. from the moment satan decided to take you to hell to bring minhyeok back, through the various moments in which you needed the different essences of demons and humans to survive, to when your life seemed to be in danger and they were there to rescue or save you… it was all certainly nice, feeling loved on those occasions.

however, all those memories only led to the same point, making you feel like nothing was right that morning. has it ever even been?

they could sing to the winds and swear to hell that they appreciated you, they loved you, that you were the most important person to them. yet, why didn't anyone seem to care about you?

firstly, the elephant in the room, you were the only living descendant of the much acclaimed and beloved –plus dead– solomon. a man who seemed to leave such a great mark on both hell and heaven. your ancestry unknowingly condemned you to a life of pain, unbridled lust, and way more.

someone who said that he saw you as his own child, but that he never seemed to be there for you or understand you in the face of your deepest sorrows.

and, then there was what certainly shrank your heart the most, took the air from your lungs, and made you a mere vessel of what you once could be.

“aren’t i worth more than my body? do they just see me as a sex toy? a pretty face and body to own and use as they please?”

you wanted and implored that the answer to all of that was no, that they didn't see you as such. but how could you convince yourself of that if they only seemed to mind about your physical appearance? they were indeed interested in your personality, especially when you showed one of their sins in front of them, and yet no one seemed to know your favorite color, food, music, or animal.

questions that if strangers in the human world had asked you’d have been somewhat uncomfortable. after all, who asks those nowadays?

and, here you were now, wishing that one of the many demons there would take even the slightest curiosity in you to ask such things. 

“was it so difficult to ask about your favorite weather? what is your favorite type of tea? what is your favorite book? what is your favorite dessert?”

“was it so difficult to feel any interest in your damn tastes?”

there was a time when anger resided like a parasite in your hot veins for every time those thoughts plagued your mind. an arduous sensation that made you want to harm those who unconsciously hurt you so much in the same way.

but, that was already something in the past. now you could only completely shut up and look at the ground. anger is replaced by sadness, deep, drowning sadness. long nights in tears and full days in pain. but, no one seemed to notice, and if they did they didn't even ask about it. 

“would it cost that much to care?”

it was a slow realization process. a clear decomposition of your spirits, your feelings, of you as a being. you didn't even know if you really cared about saving this already damned place, or if you even wanted to go home... home. your home...

and so a single tear fell from your eye, one that you didn't think even thought existed in your weakened body.

minhyeok... would he still be waiting for you? would he even be alive once you got back? would he welcome you with a plate of your favorite food? a bouquet? a hug…?

the only one who understood and knew you. how would he react if he saw you like this? he would surely care for you like a mama bear. taking your temperature, cooking and feeding you, telling you how silly yet precious you are, giving you all that love that you crave so much.

a smile, a weak smile on your lips appeared at the memories of your best friend. how much you missed him day after day, longing to return to the home that was his arms. the warmth that only he knew how to bring to everything around him, including you. the thousand and one apologies he deserved from you.

so much, and for nothing, because you were still there among demons until everything was over... and, that was if they later deigned to let you go, something that you were not even sure was possible. 

you doubted that after all that chaos they’d let you leave their side. knowing them, they would even lock you up if that kept you close to them. just a mere creature trapped in the vile clutches of thirsty beasts.

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So....I sudden have a feeling about....eldritch!reader after I read you self aware whb content. So what do you think about the reader being eldritch? 🤔👀

i'm sorry if you wanted this one as a drabble or the sort, and for it being short.

considering they all have a "demonic" appearances, or something like that, i doubt they'd mind that much about an eldritch reader. i mean, they're quite used to bizarre creatures and events for a matter of fact, the eccentric for us in common for them.

yet, once more, they could easily be threatened by such an entity if it could overpower them in any way. maybe, they'll just treat the reader like a new god, but now with way more proofs for believing it.

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . i tried to do something here, i swear. drabble inspired by @etheries1015 's idea. special thanks to my dear @livelaughlovesubs for proofreading and helping me with this one, ily (🥹🫶✨). ˗ˏˋ꒰ 💭 ꒱ . . . lowercase intended, 878 words, angsty themes, reader is sad bc they feel objectified by the demons.

“why...?”

that was the question that lingered in your head the most. stuck in a sea of misery and hardship that only you could freely navigate and easily drown in.

there was no other way to share the pain of your most incessant storms of thoughts, not when no one there present seemed to care about your mental well-being.

of course, they cared about you, or that's what you wanted to conclude from times when they truthfully helped you. from the moment satan decided to take you to hell to bring minhyeok back, through the various moments in which you needed the different essences of demons and humans to survive, to when your life seemed to be in danger and they were there to rescue or save you… it was all certainly nice, feeling loved on those occasions.

however, all those memories only led to the same point, making you feel like nothing was right that morning. has it ever even been?

they could sing to the winds and swear to hell that they appreciated you, they loved you, that you were the most important person to them. yet, why didn't anyone seem to care about you?

firstly, the elephant in the room, you were the only living descendant of the much acclaimed and beloved –plus dead– solomon. a man who seemed to leave such a great mark on both hell and heaven. your ancestry unknowingly condemned you to a life of pain, unbridled lust, and way more.

someone who said that he saw you as his own child, but that he never seemed to be there for you or understand you in the face of your deepest sorrows.

and, then there was what certainly shrank your heart the most, took the air from your lungs, and made you a mere vessel of what you once could be.

“aren’t i worth more than my body? do they just see me as a sex toy? a pretty face and body to own and use as they please?”

you wanted and implored that the answer to all of that was no, that they didn't see you as such. but how could you convince yourself of that if they only seemed to mind about your physical appearance? they were indeed interested in your personality, especially when you showed one of their sins in front of them, and yet no one seemed to know your favorite color, food, music, or animal.

questions that if strangers in the human world had asked you’d have been somewhat uncomfortable. after all, who asks those nowadays?

and, here you were now, wishing that one of the many demons there would take even the slightest curiosity in you to ask such things. 

“was it so difficult to ask about your favorite weather? what is your favorite type of tea? what is your favorite book? what is your favorite dessert?”

“was it so difficult to feel any interest in your damn tastes?”

there was a time when anger resided like a parasite in your hot veins for every time those thoughts plagued your mind. an arduous sensation that made you want to harm those who unconsciously hurt you so much in the same way.

but, that was already something in the past. now you could only completely shut up and look at the ground. anger is replaced by sadness, deep, drowning sadness. long nights in tears and full days in pain. but, no one seemed to notice, and if they did they didn't even ask about it. 

“would it cost that much to care?”

it was a slow realization process. a clear decomposition of your spirits, your feelings, of you as a being. you didn't even know if you really cared about saving this already damned place, or if you even wanted to go home... home. your home...

and so a single tear fell from your eye, one that you didn't think even thought existed in your weakened body.

minhyeok... would he still be waiting for you? would he even be alive once you got back? would he welcome you with a plate of your favorite food? a bouquet? a hug…?

the only one who understood and knew you. how would he react if he saw you like this? he would surely care for you like a mama bear. taking your temperature, cooking and feeding you, telling you how silly yet precious you are, giving you all that love that you crave so much.

a smile, a weak smile on your lips appeared at the memories of your best friend. how much you missed him day after day, longing to return to the home that was his arms. the warmth that only he knew how to bring to everything around him, including you. the thousand and one apologies he deserved from you.

so much, and for nothing, because you were still there among demons until everything was over... and, that was if they later deigned to let you go, something that you were not even sure was possible. 

you doubted that after all that chaos they’d let you leave their side. knowing them, they would even lock you up if that kept you close to them. just a mere creature trapped in the vile clutches of thirsty beasts.

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maybe it's me, but sometimes i can't help but feel the need to take care, in an almost maternal way, when one of the characters shows signs of physical or mental hurt.

it's a primary need to nurture and cherish those poor devils who went through so many downs in their lives. it happened with amon, belial, andrealphus, and leviathan, and i know it'll happen with mammon in the next chapter too.

i know the nature of the game, but sometimes some fluff wouldn't kill anyone.

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Good morning Rae! 😃

So I sudden have a request ( is you don't like this idea , you don't need to take request , you could answer it like a question is you like ) and some imagine to share with you about self aware like is devil or the angel start to recognize the reader's existence ( And to me in this Au , ra-on and the reader/us is not the same person ). What would they do? like.....is they think us some kind of a god or something else...? I don't think they will except that they only a character game you now? I have a feeling they will go yandere mod 🤔👀

i'll answer this as an ask, hope you don't mind, dear (🫶🖤).

now yes, as for how each of them interprets the new information of that presence that was imposed on them from one day to the next, and which seems to be more present when ra-on is nearby, it is totally different.

for example, with the angels it reached a point where they related that essence as one similar to that of god. It wasn't the same, of course not, but it felt so similar, and so much time had passed since they felt something like that, that they simply clung to the idea of a god returning to their lives.

another case would be that of the tartaros' demons. once they found out what was happening, but as soon as their king let them know, they used their highly advanced technology to figure out a way to bring you. Imagine their surprise when they found a system similar to the source code of a laptop. from there, they began to study it gradually, seeking to understand what all that could mean.

how could your search lead them to a code like that? it didn't make sense, or did it?