#GRIMM App

[poxsart]

Let's all go to the lobby!

What started out as a silly joke turned into more, and these little guys were made! I might make masked versions at some point, but do enjoy the refreshments with your horror movie 💞

Bonus Damien flavored slushie!

[dragonpyre]

Nick and Monrosalee’s relationship in a nutshell

[atlantis-just-drowned]

I don't know if this is a theory or a rewrite at this point, because I feel like this could be canon, but I also have no trust in the Slashfic authors to actually care enough about their own story to make it make sense, so, I guess I'm throwing this take in the air to see what you guys are thinking.

I think Damien would be one of the kids the Dunlaps kidnapped for their science experiments, but was quickly discarded as an unfit host for the Darkness, and sent back to the camp after a few days.

Either because he was drugged, or because the intense distress and trauma he was put through caused him to disassociate and caused amnesia, he forgot (at least mostly) what happened to him and went on with his life. But what neither the Dunlaps nor him knew, was that the Darkness had actually taken root into him, but was locked away by a dissociative barrier.

And so, Damien Grimm grows up to be a troubled teen with a weird fascination for death and the darkest side of humanity. He shows symptoms of PTSD and other related disorders without anyone (not even himself) being able to tell what exactly caused them. He's terrified of blood to a point even the smallest drop can make him nauseous, with no idea where this fear came from. He's sent to multiple therapists, tries different methods, but nothing seems to work as the part of him claimed by Darkness refuses to reveal itself and to give him access to the memories, and he slowly abandons the idea of finding help.

Somehow, the only hint of an explanation he gets is someone in his family telling him about his misadventures at Camp Nevermoor as a child - one summer, he disappeared for a few days before counselors found him wandering in the woods, seemingly lost and disoriented. No one knows what happened, he never spoke about it. Surely, he got lost. But they swear he came back changed, even though everyone pretends otherwise. And Damien realises: he doesn't know what happened there either. He has no memory of this summer, but something inside of him seems to be reacting to this story. Maybe that's the key, then.

He starts researching Nevermoor. The camp, the curse, the missing children, the slashers. Something stirs in him. He feels a sense of connection with Jay - a kidnapped child hidden in the woods, found in the camp after committing atrocities. He doesn't know why, but the ginger gives him a feeling of déjà-vu. What he doesn't know is that the two of them met, long ago. Jay was the only one of the slashers authorised to roam the facility's corridors freely, and he was a comforting presence, a strange friend to this terrified little child transformed into a laboratory rat.

Damien starts to slowly develop a certitude: he has to go there and investigate himself. Somewhere along the way, he made his quest an interactive one through his YouTube channel, adapting his language and content to appeal more to his audience, authenticity and self-respect be damned, because he became convinced that the truth is owed not only to him, but to the whole world as well. The more people will listen, the bigger his chances to get his point across. But he cannot go back there yet - even if he knows something is wrong, he doesn't have any idea of where or what to look for. He'll be lost, with an immense zone to research, and only faint hopes to stumble upon something that might bring back the spark of a memory to his mind.

And that's when he receives an anonymous package, containing the necklace, the picture and the lead to the shack where Jay was raised. He takes it as a sign of fate: the time has come for him to uncover the key to his own past. He signs in as a counselor at the summer camp, and everything goes haywire.

When they meet again, Jay doesn't recognise him - Damien grew into a young man, who hides his face behind his bangs and is far from being the only kid Jay entertained during their trial tests. Said man doesn't remember anything, if not for a vague sense of companionship, maybe even security. Enough for him to forget his own survival instinct and get closer, make himself known to the slasher and try to talk to him.

What Damien doesn't know yet, is that every moment he spends on this cursed ground fuels the small piece of Darkness inside of him, making it grow bigger, more powerful. It's unable to claim his whole mind, but it is here nonetheless, and it wants to make itself known. It starts small, hindered by the dissociative barrier and the magic containing the dark force inside of a receptacle. But the intense stress, the emotional baggage, and the constant, very up-close exposure to the Darkness create cracks in his psyche.

And slowly, Freddie escapes through the cracks. Decided to claim his part of the cake after so many years of being locked out of the world. Decided to protect the innocent, blissfully unaware part of them who escaped the grip of the Dunlaps and Darkness.

[briabooknerd]

[i-lavabean]

I caved. Here's a clip, I'm almost done with the rough sketches

[number1birby]

Would you consider me dedicated or obsessed for having 576 notes dedicated to fanfiction (16 different fandoms) ????

[this--is-serious-business]

I wanted to see Baz as a nun

[magpieddd]

TUMBLR LIVE IS DEAD LET'S FUCKING GO

[leniigii]

my take on bert grimm's crying heart tattoo flash💘

[poxsart]

Sketches from the Slashfic Calendar Project!

Unfortunately, due to the fallout of the prior arguments on the Dorian discord and the way the writers of Slashfic refuse to hear out their audience. From balantly stealing money from how Romancing a Slasher was handled to the horrible misrepresentation of NATIVE LATINOS, and balant queer baiting and fujioshi NONSENSE. I can no longer support Slashfic.

I still adore the characters, but I won't be drawing anything for Slashfic anymore. Any Slashfic art I do end up posting is months old! I hope you all can still find enjoyment in the art.

Thank you 💕

[the-grimm-writer]

So happy twitter is still twitter for me and not that ugly ass X

[atlantis-just-drowned]

A/N: WAAAAGGHHH. It's now 3am and I'm taking +1 damage with each minute that passes. I hope you realise how fucking determined I am to post this when I'm nearly delirious from sleep deprivation. I'm also continuing my streak of one shots with lyrics/songs as a title. I love this little guy so much. He's just neat yk.

CW: Angst, blood and injuries, gunshot wounds, traumatic nightmares, feelings of betrayal, violence and death, some touches of gore, reckless driving. Freddie-centric, reader is gender neutral. This is set the following night after episode 48.

You got to lose to know how to win

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Masterlist

You open your eyes to find yourself back in the forest of Nevermoor. Not only that, but you know it – you’re not in 2025. This is your escapade in 1980 all over again, and Damien is pointing a shotgun at you.

Jay is unnaturally still by your side, just like he always is when you dream of this moment. All traces of his childlike demeanour have disappeared to give place to a dangerous glow in his fixated eyes. He’s not Jay. He’s not a person. Only a cold-blooded killer puppet, ready to pounce.

And just like every time you find yourself here again, you try to argue with Damien, to reason him, to make him drop this damned weapon. Adrenaline and fear are running in your veins, replacing your blood with cryogenic liquid. You’re terrified. Just like every other time.

A part of you – the reasonable one – knows that you won’t save him. You’ve been here before, you’ll probably be here again, and you have and will see the same scenario unfold over and over again every single time.

But there’s something in the way the wind run through the leaves, and the grass sways gently, that keeps feeling too real. It always feels too real. Until the moment you wake up in a jump with the vision of Damien’s blood spilling out as Jay’s machete cut through his guts – or Mike’s knife stab his heart: this part varies slightly; sometimes it’s one, sometimes the other, and sometimes, probably the worst ones, it’s both – you keep believing that this is too real.

“We both know this is pointless and will only get you killed Damien. Put the gun down, please.” You’re begging. You can hear your voice cracks slightly from the panic coursing through you as you extend both of your palms up toward the goth man.

“I’m just scared. I don’t want to get hurt, and you’re the only one who can stop it from happening. Don’t let me get hurt.” His voice is anguished. You know that’s not what he said back there. His words change every time. But they always say the same thing. This is your fault.

You’re so very close to making him drop the shotgun. He lowered it slightly now. If you could talk to him just a little more, if you just had some more time, you could save him. You’re almost there. You know you can do it. You know it’s possible. He can be saved.

But Jay is already pouncing, and you can’t do anything but scream. It’s the same scenario again – you failed him. He’s going to get killed again, right in front of your eyes, and you can’t do anything about it except watch.

And then, before Jay can get to your friend, the world starts spinning. Your vision blur. Your head is pounding. You hear the sound of the gun firing.

It takes you a few seconds to realise something warm is dripping down your stomach. When your eyes flutter open again, you’re completely disoriented.

The grass is still here, the trees and the bushes too, but Jay has disappeared. There’s only Damien, aiming at you with a calm and composed expression, eyes cold.

You feel pain.

When you look down, you finally realise there’s a hole in your shirt, just below your heart, and blood slowly gorging the tissue all around it.

For a long moment, everything is silent. You’re too shaken up to even think about forming a coherent sentence. Once again, the pain feels too real. You can barely process the fact that Damien just shot you dead.

You look up at him, and he scoffs with a smirk. Your eyes are silently begging him to explain why, to say something, anything. Instead, he turns his back on you, drop the gun and wander off into the woods.

Before you can even think of following him, your legs give up on you and you fall to the ground, face hitting the dirt and making you groan in pain.

You don’t even know how long you stay here. You’re dying much slower than you probably should with such a wound. But all you can do about it is contemplate your friend’s – hell, who are you kidding, your crush’s – betrayal, while your blood pools around you and get absorbed by the grass. You don’t even try to stop the tears from escaping your eyes. Everything is eerily silent for a while.

Damien left you to die alone. He killed you himself. And then he went on with his own life like you never meant anything to him. You probably didn’t.

It’s pathetic, really. To think how much you loved him. How much you tried to save him. How much you cared. It was silly of you to think you’d ever get some sort of happy ending anyway.

You’re still ruminating your dark thoughts when you hear it.

It’s faint at first, but soon you start to recognise the accords of a guitar. There’s a melodic voice accompanying it. It’s Steven Tyler’s. You’re listening to Aerosmith’s Dream On playing with rapidly increasing volume.

Your brows furrow in confusion. Before you can fully process whatever this bullshit might even mean, you’re startled by the roaring motor of a convertible car as it drifts to a stop next to your dying self.

The music is playing from the car’s radio at full volume, and you see the stripped sleeve of the driver resting on the top of the door. Said driver lean down to face you, one clawed hand still on the wheel as you stare back at Freddie’s mask.

“Get in, looser.” His deep, calm voice is somehow clear despite the music. “We’re going home.”

You don’t know how, but you’re able to get to your feet. One hand wrapped around yourself to try and stop the blood from dripping out of you, you rest the other on his car to help you stay upright. You leave red handprints behind you on the shiny body of the engine.

Freddie was a show-off, you knew that. But still, you didn’t expect him to interrupt your brooding agony in a brand-new, pimped red car with flames printed on the sides.

Just as if to parade some more, once you collapsed on the passenger seat and closed the door, he makes the motor roar aggressively a couple of times before driving off full speed.

You roll your eyes at his antics.

“What are you doing here?” you groan out, choosing to ignore his demonstration to avoid inflating his ego any further.

“Why? Aren’t you happy to see me?”

You’re not sure how to answer this question. Mostly, you’d be happier if you could simply wake up safe and sound in your bed. But in the absence of a better possibility, you couldn’t deny that you were glad to see the slasher – especially considering the dreadful scene he just pulled you out of.

“As long as you’re not here to traumatise me any further.” You say with a huff and a playful smile. Banter was always the safest option, you had realised.

“Although it’s incredibly satisfying to make you scream, I’m afraid this is not what I’m here for today.”

Scoffing, you turn your head toward him just in time to catch a slight blush on his cheeks. It makes you suddenly realise that despite not even trying to put it on, your seatbelt is safely strapped on your torso, carefully avoiding to press against your wound.

Behind the mask, you see Freddie’s eyes darting in your direction for a few seconds before focusing on the road in front of him again. Well, If you could call it a road. You were driving in the middle of the forest, on a small pathway made only of dirt.

“I would like to start by pointing out that I completely disagree with our boy Damien’s decision.”

You don’t know how to react at first. It's clear that this is not about the nightmare. Even in the real world, outside of this morbid fantasy, Damien left without a word. Talk about the symbolism of dreams and all that crap.

But you're not sure what shocks you more between the fact that Freddie would have actually wanted to stay with you instead, or that he pulled you out of your very traumatic nightmare to talk about it so directly.

“It’s good to know at least one of you two still enjoys having me around.” You finally answer between gritted teeth.

The slasher taps his silver claws on the steering wheel repetitively, holding it tighter. It’s obvious to you that he’s nervous, despite his face being completely hidden by the bird mask. A beat of silence passes before he speaks again.

“He does too, you know?”

“Does he, now?” You can’t help the sharp edge of your voice when you talk back. Maybe it’s because you still feel hurt by the goth man’s behaviour. Maybe it’s the fact you still have a bullet in the torso thanks to his dream alter-ego. If you had a guess, you’d say it’s both.

Your driver doesn’t answer. He knows you’re not expecting him to do so. He just keeps tapping his claws on the wheel for a few more seconds.

“Alright. I wasn’t exactly planning to leave him access to the memories of this encounter, but given everything I’ve seen, I think he deserves to be a little tortured by the consequences of his own actions.”

You don’t protest, nor do you outright state that you approve of his decision. Your silence is confirmation enough for him.

The landscape ahead of you slowly starts to change. You see the edge of the forest, and Miskatonic appears down the hill, in the distance. Freddie is driving indecently fast, seemingly making his way toward the city.

“Now, I want you to listen to me and pay attention.” The slasher warns you. You try to sit a little straighter in your seat despite the pain it causes you, and the fact the world stated to get a little more blurry.

“Yup, totally paying attention!” You groan out. “I mean, outside for the part where I’m slowly dying, you know.”

It seems to satisfy him enough.

“Very good! Now, if I’m not wrong, this is the street where you and the others are staying, right?”

Just as Freddie speaks, you start to realise you do, in fact, recognise the street you’re in. It’s where your parents live.

Or well, lived.

You and the slashers made your way back to rest in the empty house after realising you were everyone’s number one target, thanks to Damien’s video.

“You… know where we are…?” You ask, stunned.

“I’m in your head, remember?”

Oh. Right. You forgot about that.

“Now, let’s focus, will you? Our boy Damien is living closer to the centre, which means you’ll have to remember every turn correctly, else you’re going to get lost. And I have much more interesting dreams to disturb every night, so I don’t want to have to repeat everything twice, yeah?”

You stay speechless for a few seconds. Partly because you’re trying to fight a very persistent brain-fog – courtesy of the blood loss –, and partly because you can’t figure out what are his intentions here.

“Why… are you telling me all that?”

Freddie glances at you once more, but you can’t tell if he’s worried about you hating them both, or about the fact that you’re getting increasingly weaker by the minute.

Still, he keeps a detached tone when he answers you.

“Why, so you know where to find us of course!” He doesn’t speak for a moment, but after a beat of silence, he adds almost sheepishly. “This was our only way of contacting you.”

You stare at him for a moment, half-surprised, and half-confused. Are you even sure that both of them want to see you again?

Before you can say anything more, your slasher driver cleans his throat and continues with the same nonchalant tone.

“Now, pay attention please! I did say I wouldn’t repeat myself.”

The next ten minutes are filled with Freddie’s instructions as he drives wildly over the speed limit. You’re trying hard to process all the informations he keeps throwing your way, but it’s hard to stay concentrated when you’re slowly agonising.

Finally, just when you think you’re about to loose track of the twists and turns that were demonstrated, Freddie drifts to a stop in front of a tall building.

“And here we are! Our boy’s apartment is on the second floor, number 33. His name is on the intercom. You can remember that, yes?”

You don’t answer right away. The sound of the slasher’s voice has been starting to get fainter in your ears, and you’re lost in your foggy thoughts trying to map out the whole route again. Only when you hear your name being called do you realise Freddie had been talking to you.

“Uh, yeah, sorry. Second floor, number 33, name on the intercom.”

“Good.” Your driver’s voice suddenly turns more serious. “Find our boy, and give him a good punch for the both of us, okay?”

“Okay.”

The world is starting to spin even more. You can’t focus on anything anymore. It’s like a huge cloud is wrapping around your head and mixing the colours together. You try to fight it. Quite honestly, you’re not sure you want to wake up so soon anymore. There’s still a hundred questions swirling around, somewhere, in your brain – you have to ask them to the slasher.

You want him to explain everything, to tell you if Damien really does care, or if he’s only been acting soft with you in Nevermoor because of the situation you were in. But it’s like there’s a heavy paste in your mouth stopping you from forming the words.

You think you’re about to faint when Freddie’s voice grounds you back just enough for you to stay conscious.

“Now, while I would love to partake in wholesome hand-holding with you right now, I’m not sure this is the right time.” His tone has turned light again. “And honestly, watching you die abominably slowly sounds boring, so, goodnight!”

Before you can even ask him to wait, you see Freddie snapping his fingers, and suddenly, you’re getting pulled out of your own dream.

The sensation is terrifying. It’s like you’re falling backward, or being aspired back in your own body. The moment you hit the wall of reality, you jump in your bed with a gasp.

You’re back.

Almost instinctively, you check your torso, but there’s no wound there. Obviously. Looking at the window, you realise it’s still dark outside. Your phone’s screen lets you know it’s barely 6am.

Still, the sudden rush of adrenaline coursing through you makes it very clear that you won’t be able to go back to sleep. And you don’t want to, anyway. There’s slashers you have to wake up, and a friend you have to find.

Might as well move before you forget the way to Damien’s home.

[joffyworld]

A Celebration

I wanted to make this post as a post-October celebration of my experiences here.

You've all been amazing. Each and every one of you. To anyone who ever sees this, consider us friends and kindred spirits. I mean that from the bottom of my heart, Joffy is a friend to all! I understand some fear para-sociality, and rightly so. I know it's a bit of a dirty word, but while I may never know you in real life, while I may always be a stranger on the internet, that does not preclude kindness from our times here. You are all people, as am I, and there is no illusion of the opposite on my end.

I came into this community just a month ago, driven almost purely by an obsession with the TROD au written by the amazing @bamsara. Since then, I have fallen in love with so many AU's, so many fics, so many oneshots, and so many pieces that I never would have found otherwise, from the horrific cannibalistic nightmares of @teruuu and @yellowflowrs, to the cute and joyous wonders of artists like @junoberrii, @the-artist-grimm, @spiderin-space, @zynical-forg , @7-ferrets-in-a-coat, @cconfusedkat, @frecktheheck, @lagomorphics and @lil-vibes to the beautifully shameless smut and humour of @melle-d, the wonderous fantastical realms of artists like @aychama, @aniimoni and @stychu-stych and the incredibly well written and crushing experiences of writers such as @kiko---random-stuff-probably, @olrinarts and @alllgator-blood. It has all been an incredible experience to watch, every single shade and genre of art and creativity, and I wouldn't have it any other way! I never expected to have so much fun, so much joy, and such a range of emotions all at once, yet here we are!

My welcome into this community has been astonishing. The kindness, the warmth, the laughs, the tears, the silliness, the naughtiness, the evil, the good. It's all been such a wonder to behold. That's not even mentioning the activism, the understanding and the fundraising I've seen with my own eyes! You've all bred a community of love here, and each and every one of you should be proud of that.

Every mutual I make, I am reminded that kindness breeds kindness. When I started this blog, my only wish was to indulge my madness until it passed, to see if maybe instead of suppressing my own interests, indulging them could perhaps instead lead to a less anxious conclusion? I had often been consumed with anxiety as I fought to pretend I was "normal" and it's always been a tough thing for me. By God has being here helped.

I have embraced who I am as a person, I have learnt things about communities I knew nothing about. I've grown empathies for groups I once found hard to relate to, I've felt joy and comfort from strangers where the world has oft left me dejected. I've met so many people similar to me, completely different from me, and all that lies in-between.

I have met the most beautiful souls in the world, I've seen works of art that made me marvel them as though they were classics of antiquity. I've engaged in silly debates, I've interacted with people I look up to so deeply, I've seen talents I didn't know exist. Most of all, I have found a community that understands me, from the autistic and disabled to the regularly deranged and beautifully obsessed <3

And all of this has inspired me to write my own content, to indulge my own mind in ways I have long tried to leave behind, and find my own stride among the crowd of similarly inspired people. To say the words of you people have changed me is to lie, because it doesn't even begin to describe it.

To anyone I haven't directly @'d, I apologise. I wish I could plug you all, but my memory is fragile, and I'm on the mobile app. But know, that whoever you are, friend or foe, you are ASTONISHING. And should I wake up and remember your names, I'd gladly add them with your permissions. There's not a single person I've seen that hasn't amazed me in brand new ways each time, and every time I compliment your works I mean it from the bottom of my soul.

And to anyone who reads this, whether they be an artist, writer, creator of any stripe, or simply a friendly face or a lurking presence in the shadows:

Thank You,

Thank You So Much,

Joffy

[isadollie]

hello !! i saw your reqs for hcs and scenarios were open so i thought i'd send something in. can you do the OM brothers w/ an s/o who isn't really tech savvy? coming from someone who grew up surrounded by technology but absolutely sucks at it. thank you !! <3

obey me! brothers x bad at technology gn!s/o

a bit funny (or so i tried), pretty unserious sorry 😭

— Lucifer:

• this proud expression on his face

• gets all cocky

• secretly glad to be the one who teaches you all this

• would give you head pats probably,,,

• starts to explain with a gentle tone

• then diavolo calls for him and he gets annoyed cause his precious time with you has been disturbed

• helps diavolo as fast as he can and comes back to you

• he's like "okay, so... where did we leave off?"

• and then you say "oh no, it's okay, Levi already showed me everything when you were gone"

• and then Levi went missing

— Mammon:

• a wicked smile instantly forms on his face

• says you picked the right person to teach you (you picked the worst person to teach you)

• "Aww, don't worry, it's okay. The Great Mammon will teach you everything you have to know!"

• *some time later*

• "okay, so basically, this is the only app you need for now. the bank app. now look, here you type my name... yes, good. and now you type, hm.. let's say, 1000 grimm. perfect! and now you click 'send'! just like that! amazing!"

• "also forgot to mention, this is a very important operation for your phone. so you have to repeat this process twice a day, okay? make sure you type my name there or else it won't work"

• then he runs away and prays you won't tell Lucifer about it

— Leviathan:

• will actually help you!!

• or at least he claims to do so

• 100% called you a normie but well, he does that all the time

• explains what he thinks is the most important

• and you think to yourself "oh, okay, cool, i get it!" and you're eager to learn more cause he's actually helping

• eventually it ends with him showing you where you can watch the whole hana ruri movie for free

• then wants to play games with you

• end of learning

— Satan:

• side eye

• "why would you want to learn such things anyway? the real knowledge comes from books"

• gives you like 10 different books to read, obviously none of them is related to the subject

• it ends up being a cute reading date

• in reality he's just too proud to admit that he's terrible at technology himself

• poor man just doesn't want to embarrass himself in front of you

— Asmodeus:

• will be so happy you asked for his help!

• in fact, you didn't ask, he offered it himself, but would tell everybody that you came to him first

• but forgive him for lying, cause he's actually helping

• he shows you the most important apps you should have on your phone, what do you when this or that is wrong with your computer, how to order at akuzon and ask for a refund and honestly everything you can think of

• is also pretty chill about it, seems like it brings him joy to share what he knows with you

• only disadvantage is, he will cling to you the whole time

• will hold your hand at all times and if you try and dodge his touches, he will stop talking unless you hold him back

— Beelzebub:

• doesn't really wanna help

• would prefer to take you out to a restaurant

• but you insisted

• so he agrees, cause he always agrees to whatever you say sooner or later

• takes your phone and downloads every possible food delivery app

• proud of himself

• but then he gets hungry (who would have thought)

• and tells you to order you two some food from your phone

• you do it and he's happy cause 1. he feels like he taught you things and 2. he'll get food

— Belphegor:

• alright, no problem

• at least that's what he says

• then it turns out there is a problem

• cause he doesn't know how to turn on the computer

• you said it's okay, you can try another time

• but he says no, he will figure it out in a minute

• more than a minute passed and he didn't figure it out

• you two gave up and just went to Levi's room

hope it's okay haha, it was pretty fun to write ngl

requests for scenarios/hcs always open!

[roselynia]

Obey Me! Brothers and what kind of games I think they'd play

this is a very biased list (and long post) based off of games that I've played before :) (jk its really not biased, just games I think they would play!) I made this because I couldn't sleep last night and had brain worms-- Will probably make one for the dateables sometime soon, but this list is just the brothers!

Lucifer

Traditional Board Games.

There have been MANY times where he's been playing various board games with you, Diavolo, and Simeon.

Gets VERY competitive over games like Sorry!, Monopoly, Trouble.... Candy Land???

Will only let Diavolo win.

Shows no mercy to anyone else, including you. Sorry, love.

Card Games.

Particularly amazing at Poker. He would not let Mammon know this... until you guys have an in-house Poker night and he literally takes all??? Has the best poker face you've ever seen.

Won't even let you guys beat him at Uno or Go Fish. Boooooooo.

Puzzle Games.

I could see Luci being very good at Tetris for some reason?

One time Levi challenged him to the game to try and get out of going to RAD one day...

Let's just say he had to go to RAD that day and also had to stay over on cleaning duty. Courtesy of getting absolutely DESTROYED.

Controversial Pick: Rhythm Games.

I could 100000% see Luci tearing up some OSU! But only when all of the brothers are asleep and he's completed most of his work.

They help him unwind.

...Was that rhythmic tapping you heard when walking by his office late one night..? Interesting.

You saw him wearing Levi's VR headset playing Beat Saber one day.

No, you will NOT bring it up and you will NOT let him know of that video you took.

Oh. You posted it on Fab Snap?

Good luck. You're gonna need it.

Mammon

Gambling Games/Apps.

Where I live you can just gamble from home because it's legal to have and play gambling apps?

He would have SO many on his D.D.D. They're taking up so much of his storage space.

Plays them a lot when you're around because he thinks that you're his good luck charm.

He also goes on a lot of Horse Racing and Sports Betting sites...

It got so bad that Lucifer had to figure out how to IP block him from these. it doesn't stop him--

Gacha Games.

Has absolutely insane luck for some reason??? Only on gacha games, tho.

Has definitely played Genshin Impact and Honkai Starrail because of Levi.

He got those 5 star and Ultra Rare pulls he wanted in his first 1-10 pulls? But you? It took you over 100 pulls to get what you wanted. WTF?????

You swear he must be cheating the system somehow. There is NO WAY.

Racing Games.

Particularly the ones that you can have a full racing setup for.

He's splurged thousands of Grimm on this.

Gran Turismo? Forza? F1? iRacing? He has them all.

He is VERY picky about who he lets touch his decked out setup... He'll let you use it any time you want, though. :) You're his treasure, ofc

Controversial Pick: Old School MMOs

Definitely played Old School RuneScape or Black Desert Online or Classic WoW and created gold farming empires.

Doesn't even do end game content, he's just a guild leader making bank off the work of his members.

He probably hosts fun events though.

Would definitely be the kind of guy that makes up scavenger hunts/fashion shows/trivia nights/etc. and gives out sick prizes...

Might also rig these to make sure you or his officers win the best prizes. How sweet.

Leviathan

He is literally THE gamer.

There probably isn't a single genre of game he hasn't played.

His favorite games are definitely MMORPGs and Visual Novels/Dating Sims/Bishojos/Gal games.

Could see him as a raid lead in all of the biggest MMOs like WoW, FFXIV and GW2.

He also 100% visits the degenerate RP server places like Moon Guard's Goldshire and Balmung's Quicksand.

He's definitely not a BLUSHING MESS and rushing to close his game if you catch him in one of these places!!! He would never go there!!! Oh... you want to join him? DEFINITELY NOT.

He would get too jealous of anyone daring to look at you to even let you breath in the vicinity of these degen realms.

He's also done plenty of MMO Ironman challenges and was one of the first people to complete Classic Hardcore WoW entirely solo. Didn't even group for dungeons. What a MAN.

Bishojo/Gal games are his guilty pleasure, how could they not be?

He gets all the waifus with none of the jealousy, right???

What do you mean he picks the same one every time? He can't just cheat on them MC!!

Loves JRPGs and Soulslike games.

Has definitely beaten Elden Ring more times than he can count. Knows literally all of the ins, outs, and secrets and is eagerly anticipating the DLC.

Has probably played every single Final Fantasy game and beaten them all. Would very much have a soft spot for FF4, FF7, and FF9.

Could definitely see him playing MOBAs and 4x strategy/Grand strategy games.

He's not the Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy for nothin'. He knows strategy games like the back of his hand.

The only brother that ever rivals him in strategic knowledge is Satan. (and Lucifer, but we're talking about GAMES here.)

He spends countless hours on League of Legends.

He mains JG/Mid and gets very toxic.

Has favorite characters, but honestly just plays whatever is in meta.

Owns every skin for Ahri, Lux, Katarina, Evelynn, and Akali.

He's definitely in Challengers.

Would 100% make a Smurf account if you wanted to play and would duo bot with you.

He'd play ADC and do anything to protect you, his loving support.

Would not be toxic in your games (unless you are too).

Faker who???

Controversial pick: Casual Mobile Games

Played Flappy Bird all the time when it was popular, still has a cracked copy on his D.D.D... I don't think anyone is beating his high score.

He's got a ridiculous amount of hours on Candy Crush, Angry Birds, and Fruit Ninja.

Would throw his D.D.D into his fish tank and have Henry 2.0 guard it before he'd ever let you catch him on one of these 'normie' games...

But... he secretly likes them so much.

Satan

Hear me out, Satan would be a SUCKER for CYOA (Choose-your-own-adventure)/IF (Interactive Fiction) text games.

Would have Choice of Games, Hosted Games, and Heart's Choice hidden on his D.D.D.

He LOVES immersing himself in story games and creating various MCs.

Oh, look! An RO that reminds him of you? Don't mind him self-inserting.

Probably has character sheets made for his favorite MCs. 

Will play through his favorite stories many, many times.

It all started with Choice of the Deathless and now he owns every game on each platform? (I'm jealous)

Also goes on Dashing Don... What do you MEAN author hasn't finished this story yet? AAAA-

Detective/Mystery/Escape Rooms Games.

I don't think any explanation is needed here. It's just who he is.

Would definitely get all of his brothers (minus Lucifer) together to do a virtual escape room... Unfortunately, it became so chaotic they never finished it. Oh well.

Once played Phasmophobia with Levi, Beel, and Belphie. Was very proud of himself for figuring out the ghost... Definitely did not sacrifice his brothers for the info.

Life Sims.

Specifically ones that let you own or are centered around cats.

Has played every single Sims game and bought their cat and dogs expansions.

Definitely did NOT recreate you and himself with 6 cute cats!!!

He did NOT get the mod that extends household size so that you two could own 97 cats. He wouldn't do that, no way!!!

...Was there actually a baby in the household, too..? Why did it have his hair and your eyes...? SATAN?!?!

you know the Catz DS game? He owned every single version and will NOT let you touch them... Okay. Maybe he gave into letting you touch them, but ONLY when he's supervising!

Very much enjoys RTS Games.

He's scarily good at games like StarCraft Brood Wars/2, the Age of Empires franchise, or Rise of Nations.

He's also gotten into 4x games like Stellaris and Civ. Thanks, Levi.

Don't try and challenge him, he can beat the hardest bots and WIN... THE BOTS LITERALLY CHEAT.

HOW DOES HE DO IT? 

Controversial Pick: Fighting Games

Specifically games like Guilty Gear, Street Fighter, Tekken, BlazBlue, etc. Courtesy of Levi again. Thanks, Levi.

It helps him temper his wrath.

He'll sometimes play Mortal Kombat just for the finishers?? Why is he this way?

He could spend hours learning all the combos and tech of his favorite characters.

Has created himself some tech books and would only show them to you, esp. if you showed interest in learning the games with him!

I could see him and Levi settling disputes by doing best 3 out of 5 1v1s against each other.

Could see him maining Giovanna or Leo from GGST? Tends to prefer rushdown characters. (this one is completely biased, i named my cat after Giovanna from GG--)

Asmodeus

Dress-up/Fashion/Stylist Games.

SuitU, Love Nikki, Covet Fashion - you name it.

He has all of them on his D.D.D and will shell out major Grimm to get any outfit he likes.

Might try to make the outfits he gets in these games for himself and you, because you're the perfect model!

Has a lot of fun with it and might try and talk you into playing with him.

Will definitely post amazing outfits he makes in-game on Devilgram. Will also post countless photos and videos of you two modeling those outfits he brings to life.

...NSFW/Eroge Games.

Not gonna go into detail on these ones because you already know what I mean.

Enjoys playing those games that haunt the front pages of my Steam.

Would proudly play them in front of you to laugh at how ridiculous they are sometimes (as long as you're 18+)

Like Satan, I could see him enjoying Life Sims...

Unlike Satan, it's not because he wants animals.

Plays games like the Sims, Stardew Valley, and Sun Haven.

Self-inserts himself and will romance EVERYONE.

Has the mods where you can marry every single villager and the bed mod that makes your bed MASSIVE so all your husbands and wives can sleep with you.

Made a Sims save with just himself romping around town... No sim is safe from Asmo.

Also has a Sims save with you and him that he openly enjoys more. It has both of you enjoying that Sims Nightlife as celebrities and living in a MASSIVE mansion he custom decorated.

Will also play any Visual Novel/Dating Game that is recommended to him by Levi.

Bonus points if it never shows the MC so he can self-insert himself.

Controversial pick (in this case, not really): VR Games

Specifically things like VRChat or Chillout VR.

Would be extraordinarily popular and have custom avatars of HIMSELF made with so many toggles that it'll make your head spin.

He would always be hanging out in night club or bar worlds.

Occasionally Mammon joins him.

Sometimes he also invites you to join him~! (Would not like it if people started hanging all over you, tho, and would probably bring you to a hot home world with just you and him if that happened...)

Beelzebub

Sports games.

No doubts about this one.

Could definitely see him playing FIFA or Madden.

Levi thinks these are SUPER normie games and is offended to have them in the house.

Beel doesn't care.

Ooo, they made a game of Fangol?!?! He becomes an expert so fast, you have no idea. Would 100% teach you how to play with him.

Loves Cooking Games or Food-themed Games...

He just can't play them for long, however.

One time you got him to play Cooking Mama with you, Luke, Simeon, and Solomon but you had to stop because he got so hungry that he was trying to eat the television????

Would have to bring in MANY snacks and vow to make dishes from the games if you wanted to play these with him around... Which is a shame because he genuinely enjoys them. 

I could see him loving Multiplayer Party/Minigame Games like Mario Party or WarioWare.

You mean he gets to play silly mini games with all of his favorite people?

He doesn't care if he wins, he just loves having you guys around.

Almost always comes in last place when he's playing with you, Belphie, and Levi but that's okay. The faces you guys make when you get your stars are worth it.

Controversial pick (and I mean this one is VERY controversial): FPS games

Now, I know what you're thinking. Beel is a gentle giant and wouldn't play these types of games...

But! I could see him forming 5 stacks with you and his brothers in games like CS2 and Valorant and being scarily good because of his amazing hand-eye coordination and reaction times?

Like he and Levi could easily carry you guys to high Asc/Low Immortal lobbies.

He would just play fill when everyone's around, but his mains would be Kay-O and Breach.

He would always be the initiator in Counter-Strike, following Levi's IGL calls perfectly.

He would also probably love playing games like Squad or Modern Warfare or Battlefield with all of his brothers, you + the dateables.

Belphie

Our resident Horror Game lover.

They give him ideas on how to prank his brothers dreams.

Once made Mammon go through Outlast in his dreams (nightmares??).

You better run, little pig.

But he genuinely enjoys them... When he can stay awake through them.

Hey, you, why don't you just play for him?

Loved playing through games like Amnesia... Unfortunately for you, his love for puzzle psychological horror probably contributed to how he acted in Act 16 OM--

Loves Psychological Dramas and those Interactive Media Games.

You know. The ones where you're combing through footage or watching videos and making choices to find out the hidden/deeper/darker meanings?

He LOVES those.

Usually has you or his brothers playing for him. It's most likely Satan.

You all get equally invested.

Idle Games.

He can run these while he's asleep.

There's nothing more to be said. 

These are the simplest type of games there are....

He's probably got a cookie empire.

Has a soft spot for Kart Racing Games.

Will regularly be in the room when you, Levi, Beel or Mammon are playing.

He's honestly pretty good at them??

When he's not falling asleep behind the wheel that is.

Controversial pick: Auto Battlers

These are games like TFT, Hearthstone Battlegrounds, and DOTA's Auto Chess.

He naps in between rounds and wakes up in 20s increments to prepare for his turn... Why does he have the timing down to a tee???

You're sure you've even seen him pick perfectly in his sleep??? How does he do it?????

Regularly comes in the Top 4, usually first or second. 

What do you mean he's a Challenger TFT player??? Wtf how???

Will not coach you if you ask, but you're free to watch!

Will definitely cuddle with you the whole time he's playing these.

All Brothers, with a bonus YOU!

I could honestly see them ALL enjoying CRPGs as a group.

They always get the mods that let you increase your party size.

Went through Baldur's Gate 3 with you on your recommendation.

They all fought over who would get to play Astarion and Mammon won?!?!

Satan got Gale

Beel got Karlach

Levi was Laz'ael

Lucifer was Wyll

Belphie got Shadowheart

And Asmo made a Dark Urge Bard that looked exactly like himself????

He literally doesn't even make any Dark Urge decisions.

He doesn't want blood staining his clothes. 😔

You got to choose whatever you wanted though!

You took the Dark Urge from Asmo and he just played a normal, flirty bard with impeccable fashion sense.

This playthrough took MONTHS and MONTHS... but you all had a blast!

Literally.

You cannot count the number of times Satan 'accidentally' hit you with fire balls. (He claims he was aiming for Lucifer.)

Lucifer somehow ended up getting you all the luckiest ending? How did he roll 3 nat 20s?????

You're on to play Divinity: Original Sin II next...

Satan has already claimed Fane.

[puff0o0]

Self aware! Mammon and reader aaaaa!! 🩷🌟

(Yes, this is my story. My other account, wishesforyou is shadowbanned because of a glitch and Puff0o0 was my other account that that deleted)

You downloaded Obey Me to simply fill your boredom and simp for hot guys, who could blame you?

Everything went well and was great until your game started constantly glitching :(

☆ Realizing he was in a video game was rough, but he was able to deal with it knowing that his brothers were also aware so he wasn't going through it alone.

☆ He acts like he hates them but he genuinely does need them

☆ Mammon was obsessed the moment he saw your face from behind the screen, accidentally slipping up and turning bright red which led to lucifer glaring at him

(Mammon quickly composed himself after that)

☆ You laughed at the game, giggling at the brother's banter and he swore he was falling deeper and deeper in love with you. He had just met you, how could you have so much power over him!?

☆ But then you clicked off, your face leaving immediately and leaving him dumbfounded. How could he get you back on the game?

☆ But then he realized that his brothers were just as obsessed with you as he was, making him hatch up a plan to get you back on so he could see you more often

☆ Ads were his best bet, although they were absolutely horrible and mainly filled with either him or asmo and sometimes Levi if he managed to sneak off with the screen they were using to supply those ads

☆ Yet somehow it wrapped you right back into the game, which is exactly what they wanted

☆ Then your game started glitching horribly.

☆ It was like you couldn't even click off dialouge without your game crashing! Absolutely irritating for you and even made you try to delete the app until you found out you couldn't

☆ But after you tried to delete it, it seemed to fix itself, although you were creeped out and decided to take a break from it

☆ Once you got back finally, you had so many free gifts and outfits and even unlimited AP? you thought it must be from that welcome back gift or maybe people were complaining about having to use AP to play the game

☆ You had a lot of messages and found out that you could send the boys a custom message and they would respond! You assumed it to be like an ai and thought nothing of it, enjoying the realistic conversations you could have

☆ Then it seemed to get more advanced, even letting you call them and speak into the phone

☆ But then you found out no one else had this feature yet? You must have gotten early access

☆ Mammon was completely dumbfounded by how much he's gotten away with and Lucifer was too

☆ Mammon was very happy you hadn't left yet and was doing everything in his power that he could to make you stay, making sure you got daily gifts, giving you free Grimm, giving you 5 star cards that you want, anything and everything for you 🌟🩷

☆ Just as long as you stayed