#I'm sleep deprived and don't know how humans work and I'm bad at ????? something I don't know what I was saying

[some-teeth-in-a-trench-coat]

Extremely incoherent tired ramble I think mostly about what the heck does empathy mean and I can't have npd right (<- doesn't remember if he actually confirmed you can't be high empathy and have npd or just got confused by something but still probably just being mentally ill in unrelated ways)

why do narcissist memes need to be so relatable like I'm high empathy unless I've gravely misunderstood what empathy is? I think that's gotta be one I don't have right ?? my brain is just still disorder hoarder mode because it still hasn't realized we already got the validation of knowing we're genuinely messed up that we were craving years ago (which was mainly "yes you're plural actually no like legit you're not making those guys up and yeah no that stuff was trauma you are not just mysteriously messed up without trauma there was definitely trauma what part of being terrified every single night for most of your childhood did you think was not traumatic") what was I talking about uh empathy is like just interpreting information to the best of your ability and then feeling things based on that interpretation like it can be incorrect just like you can read words wrong and react to what you think you read and like empathy makes you feel what you interpret other people as feeling to some extent right? and it's like analogies and metaphors in how it requires you to map one situation onto another in order to interpret it and lacking knowledge about one of them will make it much harder to understand just like I don't understand what it means to not understand metaphors to the point of struggling to communicate without the use of analogies in case that wasn't obvious but that's what empathy is right like it's not telepathy it's just interpreting and reacting to information?? I have that I can interpret information and then I react like just now I thought what if a child was sad for some reason and I almost cried bc hypothetical child is sad and that's incompatible with the thing isn't it someone who's better at humans than me please explain good night

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FORMER MANAGER

PART 3: Crazy.

Kim Chaewon x Male Reader (3.7k length)

The rays of sunlight streaming through the window and illuminating the bedroom made you wake up. You felt sleepy and tired, when you sat up in bed you noticed how all your muscles were feeling pain from the big effort that your whole body had made the night before.

A thin sheet covered the lower half of your body. From the waist up, you were completely naked, you could see some scratches and slight wounds on your arms. You assumed that your back was in worse condition, but you had no way to confirm it.

You got out of bed wearing some simple boxers, and as soon as you stood up, your legs wobbled. God, if only the night had ended in the shower, but no, Eunbi was not satisfied with just that, you both had to take the party back to bed, making that shower in something totally useless.

The owner of your thoughts burst into the room while you picked up your clothes scattered on the bedroom floor. Smiling, happy and unlike you without traces of consequences of the turbulent night experienced. Moving from side to side, in and out of the bathroom getting ready and getting dressed, making you seriously doubt how bad your physical condition was at that moment.

She came up to you, while you were still putting on your shoes to finish dressing, and placed a soft kiss on your forehead that made you raise your head and face her.

“Did you sleep well?”

“As much as I could.” You replied, standing next to her.

“It's not that I want to kick you out or anything, but I have work, you know?”

“Yeah of course, I understand, do you want me to take you?” She shook her head.

“My manager will come pick me up right away, don’t worry.” She approached you with a mischievous smile.

"And relax, I don't do anything with him that I did with you." She whispered in your ear, making you blush.

“Listen to me, last night was…”

“It was fantastic, but it was wrong and should not be repeated?” That made you frown. “I assumed you would say it, you told that to Yuri too, right?”

“Yes, but…”

“Now you listen to me.” She interrupted you again. “There was nothing wrong with what we did. I wanted it, you wanted it and we both enjoyed it, no problem except that you're too cute to be around girls like us.”

You sighed tiredly, you knew that when she got into that mood there was no person or argument in the world that would make her change her mind, stubbornness typical of a leader.

"Besides if it really pricks your conscience and you think it was that bad..." She took a few steps in your direction. “Next time, I'm sure you'll resist…” She whispered, touching your lips in a sensual kiss.

And you were weak, extremely weak and helpful, very helpful, you were always there to satisfy whatever your girls needed, and it doesn't seem like you were going to make exceptions now.

“Can I at least trust that no one will know about this?”

“It is my career as an idol that is at stake, of course no one will know… no one from the outside at least…”

"What do you mean?"

“Well…” She whirled around playfully. “Girls may already know.”

“NOONA!”

This situation only became more and more complicated, you had to stop all of this immediately because it was no longer just your job that was at stake, now the girls' professional careers as well.

Your fear was no longer being discovered by someone from the company but by someone from the press. You hadn't been in the industry for many years, but you knew perfectly how it worked. Scandals like this one have destroyed other idols in the past.

On the other hand, idols relationships were practically an open secret, they were still human, and despite having to act with special caution regarding some specific topics, they should not deprive themselves about anything.

The sound of your phone chased away all those thoughts, the light was constantly flashing, a sign that you had a new message. Strange since due to the short time you had been in the country, very few people had your contact beyond the staff of your company, and that was your day off.

You unlocked it and were surprised to read, 'Kim Chaewon sent you a new message.' True, the night before you had exchanged contacts with the girls.

'Good morning oppa! I remembered that today you had the day off, I need your help with some things, can you help me please? I'll wait for you.’

Along with the message, she shared a location, which after opening with the map application on your phone, you discovered that it was the Hybe building. You felt a sudden pressure. It is really okay for you to go there?

However, you didn't take long to respond to her message, 'On my way.' You were too helpful when it came to these girls.

“And this is where all the magic happens.” You laughed when you heard that phrase when she opened the door to the LE SSERAFIM practice room, after giving you a short tour of the building.

“It's like three times bigger than it was years ago.” You talked to yourself by observing everything around you.

“What can I say? I'm a superstar." She said with superiority, shaking the dust off her shoulders.

“Whatever you say, Miss Superstar.” You scoffed. “Well, what was that I had to help you with?”

"Personal opinion." She said cheerfully clasping her hands together. You stared at her, somewhat confused.

“In a couple of days, we will release a new comeback, everything is ready: the album, photobook, b-sides, performances, and stages. But I would like to have an honest opinion from someone outside before I start promoting.” She explained sitting on the couch.

"I see…"

She pointed, lightly tapping with her hand, to the spot on the sofa that was free next to her. You sat in there, and she lent you her mobile phone, where she played the unreleased MV of her new song. You watched it, paying attention to all the possible details, although somewhat overwhelmed, because Chaewon practically above you, inches away, kept an eye on your reactions.

“And?” She asked somewhat anxiously once you were done with the visualization.

“It's...different, but it definitely has its addictive point.

"What about me?"

"You? Impeccable as always, Chaewon.”

“Oppa please, you must be more critical, otherwise I won't be able to improve.” She said this, throwing a small tantrum.

“Chaewon, I don't understand anything about music production, dance, or anything like that. I can only speak to you as a fan, and I really like what I've seen here.”

You watched her puff out her cheeks adorably, snatching the electronic device from your hands with a huff of annoyance as she was typing something.

"What are you doing?" You asked, but the only answer you got was how she stacked the phone screen over your face. You pulled back a bit, so your eyes could focus on what she was showing you now.

“Now, look at this.” She said it, still with an annoyed tone in her voice.

You picked up the phone again, it was a fancam, focused solely on Chaewon, from one of the songs she had previously promoted. You pressed the play button and started watching the video.

Right away, you recognized the song, it was good, and you liked it enough to have had it on loop at the moment it came out. But it had one small bad part, the choreography. Seeing in certain seconds how Chaewon shook her butt to the rhythm of the music while she looked intensely at you was definitely uncomfortable.

You looked away just as that part came, but you instantly felt a stab of pain in your arm. You looked over at Chaewon, who was pinching the skin on your arm.

“Don't stop looking.” She recriminated. You knew what her temper was like and that it was best to obey her, so your eyes returned to the screen.

“What do you think?” Her voice now left her mouth in a whisper, moving closer to you. You didn't answer, you were trying to find the right answer.

“My ass is also addictive, right?” She whispered next to your ear, her hand was starting to rub over your pants, right in your crotch area.

"Chaewon, what are you doing?" You asked, tense, without looking away from the video, totally hypnotized.

“I worked really hard for that performance…” Her hand slipped directly under your pants, freeing your slightly hard penis.

“C-C-Chaewon…”

"Shhh, just enjoy my fancam, oppa." She placed a kiss on your cheek before starting to massage your cock.

You let out a moan, noticing how your cock throbbed and grew bigger and bigger under her small hand until it reached its maximum size, making her exclaim a moan of surprise.

“Oppa, you are huge!” She commented, biting your earlobe as her hand ran up and down the length of your cock at a sensual but damn slow pace.

"Fuck Chaewon, it's your ass that's huge." The girl smiled as she saw how you couldn't take your eyes off the video.

She suddenly increased the pace of masturbation when the video ended, and she reached out her hand to press the play button again, but you were faster and went ahead of her, causing her to giggle.

"Impatient."

“Capricious.” Both of you were looking each other, lost into those eyes that seemed to speak to you, and without a single word you understood each other, joining your lips in a rough and wild kiss.

Her other hand moved to your balls, playing with them, which seemed to have regained their full capacity after the long night that Eunbi had subjected them to. Even you yourself were surprised by it.

You observed the expression on her face once you separated from her, she still had her eyes closed and a satisfied smile on her lips. Now, with both hands around your huge shaft, stroking it non-stop, trying to squeeze you out.

She got on her knees on her spot on the couch, crouching over your lap, bringing her face closer to your penis to give your tip a shy lick. Another moan left your mouth, which was joined by a set of them when her hand went up in an agonizing manner by the length of your cock, almost closing over your tip, that was already dripping with pre-seminal fluid, which was licked off by Chaewon's tongue.

You held the Smartphone with one hand to direct your free hand to her ass, which stood out as she was in that position. Massaging for a while and giving her a hard spank that echoed throughout the practice room.

As a result, Chaewon's movements became more frantic, with her hands completely wrapping the length of your cock, rubbing as much as she could while your moans accompanied the rhythm.

The video ended again and stayed with the image of the thumbnail with Chaewon's face as a screensaver. She moved your hand that was holding the device and brought it over your cock, giving you a few harder strokes, making you cum and letting out a stream of cum on her face projected on the screen.

“Fuck Chaewon…that was intense.” You said, breathing heavily with your eyes closed, catching your breath.

You felt her move on the sofa, snatching the phone, now sticky and slippery, from your hands. Given that, you opened your eyes to see her straddling over your lap. Her eyes were radiating lust and desire.

She showed you again how her face, in the image of that fancam, was completely covered by your cum, and she gave the screen of her Smartphone a sensual and slow lick, cleaning it and absorbing every drop of cum on it.

Witnessing that scene was super hot, like the atmosphere that had become around you in that room. Chaewon grabbed her small bag on the couch, took something out of it, and threw it away along with the cell phone. She showed you the condom she had taken out of the bag, and your heart pounded.

“Are we safe here?” You asked, realizing the place you were in. Damn, you were going to fuck Chaewon in the fucking Hybe building, you had lost your mind.

“I got the practice room for myself today, there are no security cameras here.” She whispered against your lips.

“What about that one?” You pointed your head to the area where there was a pile of technological elements, among which was a small recording camera with a tripod that they used to record themselves and later analyze their failures and things to improve.

“Do you want us to record what is about to happen?” And as much as you would have liked to, plus the curiosity that filming that would give you, you shook your head.

"Maybe next time."

Next time? Of course, because you were already sure there would be a next time. You didn't know if it would be with Chaewon, Eunbi, Yuri or who else would join this game. Because you had to be stupid not to realize that this was more than planned by all of them, it seemed like some kind of internal competition, and you were the prize.

Even trying to deny yourself with all your might, the part of your brain that was dedicated to controlling your impulses and emotions had completely lost control in a matter of less than one fucking day. Now your devilish part controls you, behaving like an animal in heat. Regardless of the consequences, the only thing that ran through your mind was giving Chaewon the best orgasm of her life.

The girl with short hair opened the condom wrapper and placed it around your erect cock, then she stood on the couch to pull down her leggings, exposing that butt that you had admired so much minutes ago.

Your hands quickly traveled to her buttocks, massaging and worshiping them. She was still standing on the couch, sighing at your touch, while she took off her shirt, and you took the opportunity to fill her belly with kisses.

She grabbed your face with both hands, forcing you to look up and meet her gaze. You brought your hands to her hips, and she began to descend slightly, taking your cock in her hand and aligning it with the entrance to her pussy.

You stared at each other without blinking during those seconds that seemed eternal. The tip of your cock collided with her pussy, beginning to penetrate it, drawing a moan from Chaewon.

You caressed her hips, her arms, and her back as she stayed in that position. You moved closer to kiss her lips, softly and lovingly.

"Ready?"

She nodded, dropping onto your lap, making her pussy take in the entirety of your cock in one fell swoop. She screamed, leaning against your chest, and you completely surrounded her with your arms, hugging her.

When she got used to having your huge penis inside her, she separated herself a few centimeters, starting to move, acquiring a slow rhythm at first but accelerating as time went by.

Chaewon was now jumping on your cock with strength and energy. You could feel your cock reaching her stomach on every decent, and you helped her go even deeper.

Her moans transformed into screams of passion. She was being filled by you with every thrust, and it seemed to not be enough for her, she was totally intoxicated by lust and was letting herself be carried away by pleasure.

The sounds of your bodies colliding together, along with your moans, destroyed any kind of silence there might be in that room. Soon, the festival of lascivious sounds would be joined by the palm of your hand hitting her buttocks and her desperate screams begging for more.

“Please, oppa, make my ass hurt, it deserves to receive a beating.” At this point, her butt was already red, but you just wanted to fulfill her wish, and you spanked her harder.

"You're still my bratty girl, I can't deny you anything." You said, intertwining the fingers of your hands with hers.

She gritted her teeth tightly, once again burying your cock directly into her womb, a trail of saliva beginning to leak from her mouth.

"Oppa, your bratty girl wants to cum!" She screamed, raising her hips in a desperate attempt to reach orgasm.

“Hold on just a little longer, Chaewon, do it for oppa.” You moaned, grabbing her hips and moving yours at a strong pace, pounding her pussy like an animal, causing her eyes to turn white.

“OH MY GOD, OPPA!” Her entire body trembled because of your thrusts.

The rudeness that this whole situation was taking was slipping out of your hands, the sweet and pretty Kim Chaewon that you once knew was now just a piece of meat that you were being used for your own enjoyment.

You hugged her again, pressing her against your body, hers continued to rise and fall constantly, touching your lips every moment. Tears and sobs began to come out of the girl's eyes and mouth. You kissed her sweetly and she reciprocated immediately.

“You did very well Chaewon, let's get you that orgasm…” You said, thrusting into her again with all your strength.

Her body reacted to your moves and fought against yours, it practically seemed like a fight in which neither of you wanted to give in and the first to cum would lose.

A naughty finger traveled to her ass, entering into her small hole making her open her mouth muffling a squeal, now that finger was going in and out of her ass at the same time that your cock was doing the same movement in her pussy.

Chaewon gripped the sofa, placing her hands on either side of your head, her body was already moving by inertia and instinct, her brain had long been overwhelmed by excess pleasure.

She lay on your chest crying, yelling a few insults at you and giving in to the pleasure, curving her back and letting out a large stream of fluids from her pussy.

Her body trembled against yours, which is why you hugged her, caressing her hair, trying to calm her down. Even without being fully recovered, she looked for your member with her hands, found it and took off the condom to masturbate you again.

You lifted her chin with your hand, kissing her again while her grip grew stronger as she regained energy, stroking your cock more and more roughly until you too succumbed and let out another large load of semen that spread across the sofa and part of the floor of the practice room that Chaewon did not hesitate to lick and clean immediately.

Once she left everything clean and swallowed your cum, she climbed back onto your lap, resting there for a while.

“I love being oppa's spoiled girl.” She closed her eyes, guiding one of your hands to her cheek so you could caress it.

“You all girls are.” You said, causing her to open her eyes and look at you angrily.

"I do more!" That made you laugh.

“Hmm, I think I had Wonyoung more spoiled than I had you.” She sat up angrily, making you laugh harder, you kissed her again, trying to calm her down.

“I'm the best for oppa.” She said between kisses surrounding your neck.

Suddenly, knocks were heard at the door of the room, making both of you jump in your seats in surprise and fear.

“Chaewon unnie!” was heard from the other side of the door. Chaewon jumped off the couch, recognizing that voice.

“Kazuha?”

Both of you dressed as quickly as you could, fixing your entire appearance, trying to hide what had happened there. You hid the used condom, and Chaewon sprayed some fragrance around the room to camouflage the smell of sex.

Still fixing her hair, Chaewon opened the door, seeing her member.

“What are you doing here, Zuha? Did something happen?” The leader asked with some concern.

“Our dance trainer said she wanted to discuss something last minute with you, before starting promotions for the new album, so she asked me to come to notify you.” Chaewon sighed in relief for a moment until she remembered that you were still there with her.

"Unnie, who is he?" The japanese girl asked, entering the room and looking at you.

"Oh! He's an old friend of mine, we were just having a little chat." She lied, trying to sound as real as possible.

“But I guess we should continue this talk in another time, it looks like you have a job to do now.” You commented without ignoring the fact that Kazuha still didn't look away from you.

“I guess so.” Chaewon sighed tiredly. “Okay oppa, we'll be in touch, okay? See you." She said goodbye with her hand, leaving the room.

You saw how she disappeared, and you thought it was time to leave too, you bowed to Kazuha and she responded in the same way, and you headed for the exit.

“Can I ask you something?” Kazuha's voice stopped you instantly.

"Sure, what do you need?" You asked, turning to look at her.

“Old friend means you are Chaewon unnie’s boyfriend?” You blushed at that question because of how no hesitation she had in asking that.

“No, no, we're just friends, for real.” A cute smile forms on her face.

"Then…"

Your eyes almost popped out of their sockets, and your face was totally flushed at her request. Had you heard wrong?

“Excuse me, but can you repeat that?”

The girl also blushed and looked embarrassed at the practice room floor before whispering again.

“Can you have sex with me the same way you did with Chaewon unnie?”

[raynewolferune]

Meta Jazz, the Arkham Intern Therapist Pt 2.1

Note: The writing bug bit me while wading through the comments and replies so you guys get more! 😁 Special thanks to @the-scarecrow-of-aus & @starlightcat04 for helping spark this continuation!

Also, so you're not confused, this part is from Kon's POV and backtracks to before the Bane incident to explain how Kon started going undercover in Arkham. Pt 2.2 has the Bane incident from Kon's POV.

~*~*~

When Kon got the call from Tim asking if he'd be willing to do a favor for him, he hadn't expected it to be an undercover assignment in the infamous Arkham Asylum itself.

"You want me to do what?" He asked staring at Tim in disbelief once he reached the Nest to debrief.

"Go undercover as a new guard in Arkham." Tim repeated with a deadpan expression looking over his shoulder at Kon from his computer chair. Holy fuck, his eyebags were bad. 

"Have you slept in the past week, Tim?" Kon asked, taking in his best friend's appearance.

Tim frowned at the question. 

"I don't see how that's relevant but yes." He answered, heartbeat unchanging. Which didn't really mean anything since it was Tim but Kon decided he'd believe him. 

For now. 

Kon sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Okay, I'll do it." He said. "Can you tell me why we need someone undercover at least?" 

Tim eyes widened, startled by the question like he was surprised Kon didn't know yet even though Tim hadn't told him yet. Okay, deep breaths, calm down, Tim clearly hasn't slept in at least two days. Kon coached himself as his temper flared up at the evidence that Tim wasn't taking care of himself again. All the Supers agreed: sometimes you just wish you could beat some sense into the Bats and make them take care of themselves like normal human beings.

"Ah. Right." Tim said, turning back to the computer and pulling up some files as he explained. "Two thing have occured within roughly fifteen days of each other that together are rather suspicious. First, Dr. Thomas Rylie, Jonathan Crane's undergraduate roommate and classmate throughout undergrad and grad school, was hired to work as one of the new in house psychiatrists at Arkham Asylum. They also got their doctorates from the same school during the same time frame and both focused on the impact fear has on the brain. Dr. Rylie's focus was on fear conditioning and Dr. Crane's focus was on fear responses." Well, that sounds suspicious. 

"Second, Gotham University lost their minds and began an undergraduate and graduate internship program partnering with Arkham Asylum." 

Kon went cold. They did what?

Pictures of the Asylum, University, and three people -presumably Scarecrow, Dr. Rylie, and a young woman- filled the computer screen now. 

"The internship program has only one applicant so far and she'd already started working at the Arkham. Her name is Jasmine Fenton and her background is...sparse, to say the least." Tim turned in his chair to face Kon.

"I'm too recognizable in Gotham and among the rogues to successfully go undercover in Arkham so I've set you up with an apartment and ID as 'Kyle Jennings.' You're scheduled to start work at Arkham as a new guard tomorrow morning."

"Okay," Kon said with a nod. "What do you need confirmed? What are the primary objectives?" He prodded Tim again since his friend's sleep deprived brain seemed to think that was enough information for debriefing. It wasn't. Definitely not. A lot was implied but it wouldn't be the first time Tim had completely different intentions than what Kon had understood from his briefing. Sleep deprived Tim frequently assumed others could read his mind or something. Sleep deprived Tim was wrong.

"We need to determine if Dr. Rylie is here working for Scarecrow as part of some new scheme. We need to determine if Jasmine Fenton is complicit. We need to know if Gotham U is also in on it. And we need to find out what exactly Scarecrow is the planning." Tim stated automatically as he ticked each one off on his fingers.

"Got it. Guess I'll head over to my new apartment then and start prepping for tomorrow." Kon said, heading towards the exit. Tim hummed in agreement waving a hand in his direction as he left. That dumbass was probably already absorbed in the next case. Kon sighed, hopefully Tim would at least pass out sometime later tonight.

~*~*~

Kon's first day at Arkham wasn't anything special. He didn't see Jasmine, Dr. Rylie, or Scarecrow. He didn't see any rogues or doctors at all. It was just a really Gotham kind of orientation. 

"This is where we keep a cache of stun grenades, long-range scope rifles, tranquilizer rounds, and rubber bullets." His new supervisor and guide through orientation, Alex Fhizer, said as he showed Kon how to access, inventory, lock, and re-conceal the cache. "Everytime you pass by a cache on patrol, you will check the inventory again and sign off on it with the date and time. If anything is different from the previous inventory entry, you will immediately radio the tower and the island will be put on lockdown." Greyish Hazel eyes peered out of a weathered face staring Kon down. "You will never neglect to inventory a cache while on patrol. You will never neglect to report an inventory discrepancy. The first time you do you will be fired immediately and you can count yourself damn lucky if that's all that happens to you." 

Fhizer was intense, man.

"Yes, Sir." Kon answered. Fhizer's hard look lasted another long moment before the older man gave a firm nod and continued showing Kon the ropes.

~*~*~

The second day was no where near as chill as the first. Hell, his brain was already starting to warp, there hadn't been anything chill about that orientation.

Kon started his second day by boarding the Arkham transport bus with the rest of the staff and early morning visitors to the island. That was where he saw Jasmine Fenton in the flesh for the first time. 

She has got to be part Amazonian, was his first thought upon seeing her. She was around 6ft tall with a thick mane of red hair tightly braided reaching all the way down to her waist. Jasmine was wearing teal stud earrings, a silver bangle type bracelet on her left wrist, a white blouse, black slacks, and black flats. She carried a small, clear purse that only held a small notepad, pen, house key, chapstick, and a thin teal wallet that presumably contained her IDs, debit cards, and a small amount of cash. Damn, she was tall.

Kon's concentration was broken by the quiet sound of metal crunching slightly beneath his fingers. He immediately loosened his grip on the hand rail, checking for damage with a wince. He breathed a soft sigh of relief when he saw the damage was almost entirely unnoticeable to the naked eye. He'd have to mind his strength more closely. Kon was too used to the farm and facilities that were all reinforced to handle casual use from people with super strength. 

Tim's notes indicated Arkham wasn't reinforced for super strength anywhere. Not even along the outer walls. The facility had opted to use suppression collars on their meta inmates instead since they were cheaper and easier to repair and replace according to the official reports. However, Tim's notes had also mentioned that Arkham had reinforced the outer walls to account for super strength at one point. They'd poured nearly every dime the facility could spare into the project for months until the Joker himself had taken it personally. The madman had absolutely obliterated the reinforced outer walls until no part of them remained standing. Given Joker had destroyed the walls without having any meta powers at all and his history of viciously attacking -damn near mauling- anyone that tried to put him in a straight jacket, Kon didn't really blame Arkham for stopping while they were ahead.

Kon looked up as the bus jolted to a stop. The other passengers filing off around him. He watched as Jasmine Fenton was met by Dr. Rylie in front of the bus as he waited to disembark. 

"Ms. Jasmine!" Dr. Rylie greeted her enthusiastically with a broad open grin and beaming eyes. He reached towards her with both arms, hands open and she reached back. Their right hands clasped as their left hands landed on the other's upper arms as the two greeted one another openly. Kon wasn't very familiar with intern-mentor relationships nor what would be considered normal or professional for them, but it looked like a rather affectionate greeting for them having been strangers two weeks ago. That was strange, wasn't it? Was Tim right to be worried about them?

"Ms. Jasmine is the first and only applicant for Dr. Rylie, Director Keener, and Dean Byle's hairbrained idea to hire more doctors for this place." One of the older guards that had been standing just behind him on the bus explained having apparently noticed Kon watching the pair.

"They just seemed rather affectionate for Gotham." Kon shrugged dismissively as he turned to look over his shoulder at his new colleague. The shorter man laughed.

"A bit, yeah." He agreed. "I think Dr. Rylie is just desperate for this program to work out." He continued as they finally managed to get off the bus. Dr. Rylie and Ms. Fenton were gone now. "Pretty much everyone's been treating her like a princess." 

"That doesn't seem fair to everyone else." Kon commented, dropping back a bit to let the older man lead the way to the guards room for morning debriefing and to get their assignments. He'd already memorized the layouts but 'Kyle Jennings' shouldn't have yet.

"Who cares about fair as long as it works?" The guard answered. "If treating her like a princess scores more interns for the program in the long run, and if one intern every year ends up interested in sticking around, I'll be happy to cater to every single one of them." He confessed, stopping in the middle of the hall to turn and face Kon directly. Kon glimpsed the name Ryans as the silver name badge flashed the briefly reflecting the overhead lights. "You non-gothamites just don't get it. We're desperate for whatever help we can get." 

"That's why I applied here." Kon lied. "Going to school across the bay, I heard a lot about what went down over here while I was in college. I want to help." 

Ryans gave a short solemn nod then turned and led the rest of the way to the break room. 

~*~*~

Day four undercover was when Kon officially met Jasmine Fenton. 

Everything had been going well so far with his undercover assignment. He'd settled in to the role of Kyle Jennings, been getting along well with his new coworkers including Ryans and Fhizer, and hadn't yet managed to screw up inventorying the caches during the outer patrol loops. That being said, Kon was having other issues.

The worst part of being an unstable Kryptonian clone was that his strength tended to fluctuate. It normally wasn't much of an issue when he was surrounded by reinforced everything in his daily life but here at Arkham it was becoming a problem. Case in point, Kon thought to himself with an exhausted groan as his freshly made coffee mug shattered in his hand.

"Oh come on." He sighed snatching a handful of paper towels from the counter and bending to wipe up the coffee and ceramic shards on the floor. At least he was the only one in the room when it shattered. The door clicked softly behind him and Kon jumped twisting to look. 

Jasmine Fenton stood behind him having just closed the door to the break room after entering.

"What happened here?" She asked, sounding bewildered with slightly wide eyes as she took in the mess on the floor. Thank God. She didn't see it.

"Guess I was a bit more tired than I thought." He said with a forced laugh in order to hide his nerves. "Slipped right through my fingers."

She nodded, accepting his words at face value. 

"I've done that more than a few times close to finals." She admitted. "You guys have 10 hour shifts, right? You must be exhausted. When's your next day off?"

"The day after tomorrow." Kon said. "This is day 3 for me since orientation doesn't count."

"You get 2 days off followed by an on-call day, right?" She asked.

"Right," Kon agreed. "AKA 2 days of freedom and a day chained to the Bowery." He joked.

"Absolutely terrible, they may as well put an ankle monitor on you." She cracked back grinning. Kon snickered. The door opened again.

"I see you found another non-gothamite here." Dr. Rylie said striding into the break room with a wide grin.

"Sounds like that makes three of us." Kon agreed. Outside of Joker, he had never seen a gothamite grin that wide in his life.

"Dr. Thomas Rylie, a pleasure to meet you." Dr. Rylie introduced himself holding out his hand to shake. Kon shook his hand as gently as possible, mindful his strength was on the fritz.

"Kyle Jennings, nice to meet you. I just started as a guard earlier this week." He said then held his hand out to shake Jasmine's.

"Jasmine Fenton, I'm an intern therapist. This is my second week here." She greeted with a warm smile shaking Kon's hand. She didn't say anything about being glad to meet him, Kon noted. It wasn't exactly strange behavior but something made him take note of it anyway. Like by not saying it she was saying she hadn't decided whether meeting him was a good or bad thing yet. Dr. Rylie didn't seem to notice anything off with the interaction though as he went about making his own coffee. The three of them made idle small talk as they made their own coffees. Once his new cup was ready, Kon bid them both goodbye and went on his way. While they were his main objective, lingering too long this early into their aquantiantship would probably be strange.

He had several other small friendly interactions with both of them over the next few days. Taking the time for greetings, small talk, and sharing small bits of casual background info from Kyle Jennings's past to encourage them both to open up to him. He also broke a clipboard, two more coffee cups, several pens, and a doorknob during that time as his strength continued to fluctuate. The doorknob had been particularly embarrassing. He had gone to open the door for Jasmine when he saw her with her arms full of files and somehow managed to twist it in such a way that the screws holding it in place sheered off and the knob came off in his hand. Collins, his partner for building patrol that day, burst out laughing hysterically as Kon stared at the doorknob in horror.

"No worries, man." Collins said, clapping Kon on the shoulder still snickering. "Someone else probably broke it and put it back so they wouldn't get scolded or something."

"Yeah," Kon said with a nervous laugh. "That must be what happened."

Jasmine's eyes flicked between the two of them then she grinned.

"And here I thought you just really hated that door." She teased Kon. He felt his face heat up as Collins laughed at him again.

"It is an ugly door." Collins agreed enthusiastically smirking.

"Terribly ugly. Hideous even," Jasmine said with a smile.

"Possibly even traumatizing to behold," Collins continued to smirk.

"You've got me. I have a deep rooted traumatic fear of metal taupe doors." Kon deadpanned ears burning. Jasmine snickered as Kon got the door open for her and they went their separate ways.

~*~*~

"What have you found so far?" Tim asked. Kon did not have the words to express how much he didn't want to be at the Nest at 3am on his first day off from undercover work. If it was anyone other than Tim he wouldn't have even answered the phone.

"Literally nothing," Kon said dryly. "I am still the newest of newbies at Arkham. I practically spent the whole week being babysat by senior guardsmen." He sighed, reminding himself that it wasn't Tim's fault that he was a little insomniac goblin and that Kon really did love his friend and would be sad if he hurt Tim's feelings. Eventually. When he woke up again in the morning. "I did start befriending them both though. It's slow going since we're in different areas but nearly being the only non-gothamites there seems to be helping me make some headway at least." 

There was one other non-gothamite on staff, a medical nurse named Sharon Earley. She was in her mid-thirties and the most sour and unpleasant person Kon had had the displeasure of meeting so far on Arkham's staff. Not that Kon could blame her for that. Not when she had several large ragged scars spanning from her chin and down both of her arms from when Zsazz had gotten hold of her alone after dark her second year at Arkham. It was a damn miracle she'd survived him. Kon didn't know how she managed it but he wouldn't try to find out either. Ryans had taken him aside right before he first met Nurse Earley and warned him not to stare or ask about any of it and then explained the bare basics of what happened to her after they'd left. 

Tim probably had a file with every detail of that night as well as information about Sharon Earley's life both before and after that night somewhere on his computer. The thought made Kon nauseous. 

"Good, good," Tim said absently as he updated the mission file on his computer. The keys clicked so rapidly that Kon again reconsidered whether or not his best friend had super speed. "Better to keep them from suspecting than to rush in anyway." 

"Exactly." 

Tim continued asking questions about every little detail he could think of concerning Dr. Rylie, Jasmine Fenton, and the rogues currently in Arkham.

"They don't let me near those guys yet. I'm too new." Kon said when Tim asked if Scarecrow looked to be plotting more than usual.

"They don't?" Tim sounded surprised, going so far as to stop typing so he could turn and stare at Kon. The clone was amused to note something about his statement had managed to wake Tim up enough to be visibly shocked instead blank-faced with exhaustion.

"Of course not," Kon answered trying to keep the amusement from his voice as much as possible. "As many times as your rogues have broken out they're leary of letting new hires near them in case they're goons in disguise." 

Tim sank back into his chair looking like Kon had uprooted his whole world by proving the Earth really was flat via actual science.

"That's impossible." Tim said sounding faint. "Everytime there's a mass breakout, we always hear that some of the guards helped them escape. How?..." He trailed off, eyes darting rapidly like he was tracking lines of an invisible conspiracy board in the air in front of him. Kon shrugged, uncomfortable with this new information.

"Scuttlebutt is that the people helping them escape are visitors. The guards get blamed because the goons visit wearing clothes similar to the guard uniform from a distance. All blue polo shirts and black pants look similar at a distance." Kon explained. "It also doesn't help that the guards can't really do much to stop the escape attempts since they only have stun grenades, tranquilizer darts, batons, low voltage tazers, and rubber bullets to fight back with. So as long as enough people are involved in the escape attempt at least some of them will make it out even if the guards manage to to tranquilize several of them." 

Tim still looked like Kon was blowing his mind. It was such a rare experience that Kon had to continue.

"Plus the tranquilizer darts and the rubber bullets have to be fired from different hardware." Kon told him. "Which sucks because you have to carry twice the amount of weight while chasing after the escapees which slows you down and it takes longer to swap between them."

There was something similar to mystified horror spreading across his friend's face now.

"Speaking if swapping between them, they have different ranges too." Kon continued gleefully. Half because it was fun wrecking Tim's worldview and half to actually impart the information. "Batons are short-range. Tranquilializer darts and stun grenades are mid-range. Rubber bullet riffles are long-range."

"If that's all it is, WE can fund then better gear to control the inmates." Tim interrupted turning back to the computer and swiftly typing out a list of things to send Arkham. Kon shook his head.

"That won't work." He disagreed gently. "They aren't failing because of the gear itself."

Tim turned back around to face him, confused. This was not going to be a fun conversation, Kon swallowed hard and forced himself to continue.

"The problem is that if you fire the rubber bullet riffles from mid or short range you could seriously injury or even kill the patient. If they get past mid-range, you'll miss them completely using tranquilizer darts or stun grenades. If you try to use either of those at short-range it'll be bad for you whether it's because they'll get hold of you before the tranquilizer knocks them out or because you'll stun yourself too."

Comprehension and trepidation began to dawn on Tim's face. He deflated in his chair, sinking lower and lower as he stared off into nowhere.

"You also can't hit them with more than one tranquilizer dart in a four hour window because you could accidently kill them that way. That also means even though you have a baton, you typically can't do enough damage to them to keept them from escaping because that might potentially kill them." Kon said completely solemn now as he relayed the information. "Because regardless of the reputation Arkham has or what the patients have done, it is still a hospital and they are still patients." 

Tim was staring directly at Kon now. Mouth open, face slack, eyes wide with a kind of numbed shock. Kon held his gaze.

"Yeah," Kon said after a moment. "Yeah, that's how I reacted too." He looked down, picking at his nails for a moment before forcing himself to stop and meet Tim's gaze again. "Phizer, my new 'boss', made sure to drill that into my head during orientation. 'Arkham's guards exist first and foremost to protect the patients. Arkham isn't supposed to be a prison. It's a medical facility. The patients are confined to the premises because their affliction has made them dangerous and they have to stay so that we can keep them and others safe from further harm. We are here to keep the patients and staff from hurting each other, themselves, or being hurt by people outside of Arkham's walls.' Not gonna lie, man." Kon said quirking a bitter grin as his did. "Hearing that kind of fucked me up a bit."

Tim sucked in a huge heaving breath then slowly let it out before he responded.

"I can't say I ever thought about it like that." He admitted in a soft strained voice. "Can't say I ever wanted to either." There was a bitter tinge to his words.

"Yeah, neither did I." Kon answered, shoulders slumping a bit. "Was there anything else you wanted to ask me? I kind of want to head back and sleep a bit."

Tim shook his head slowly.

"No, I think we're good at the moment." He said looking twice as exhausted and drained now as he did when Kon first got there. Kon nodded.

"Good night then. I'll see you later, man." He said, pushing off the wall he'd been leaning against and heading for the door.

"Be safe, Kon." Tim answered softly turning back to his computer.

[dairy-farmer]

Did you know~? Dreams are how the mind subconsciously processes information and our emotions ABOUT the information for us while we are asleep?

:Dc

Gotham Sure Does Have Cults! Don't it? Bet some of them get the bright idea to Capture God(tm). Which ALWAYS ends well, and TOTALLY doesn't lend to them fighting back! Getting the attention of Local Bats!

What with the Lethal, Diving People Too Insanity Nightmares going around.

They're gonna go out on a limb and guess Dream God. Sleep Deity, perhaps. The track the Cult down. Burst in and kick ass. As a Family~

And? The God can admit... they were kinda losing. Humans cheat and these fuckers were VERY prepared. They were gonna Curse this city to unending torment with their dying breathe... BUT! They don't need to do that now! Good for you!

They should probably...reward you or something.

Protocol, you know.

Uuuuuuh, hold on. *look around* Got it! Here. Take these handfull of shiny rocks. Yes, I'm stealing them from the Cultists. They were decorating anyway. Anyway! HERE. I give you A Blessing(tm).

THESE will give you Good Sleep.

One for each of you.

To make up for, you know, tormenting you into intense sleep deprivation, when that is the opposite of my Job. And then you saved me and all. Thanks~☆ *poof!*

It's? A fuckin weird day in Gotham. So basically, just Tuesday. They each take a rock and split, dispite Bruce's paranoid "wait, no! We should lock these up and stare at them suspiciously! Unknown magic! I have anxiety!" Twitching. They're gonna go pass out know. Someone call the commissioner and tell him it's safe now.

They get home, crawl out of their uniforms, into their various beds (even Bruce, as bullied and enforced by Alfred) and give no real thought to their new, divinely gifted, Dream Rock. Probably should have. The magic users would have Lost Their SHIT over those rocks. But, Bats? Telling people things? Voluntarily???

LOL.

And? Of too the first genuinely peaceful, guilt free, nightmare free, night of sleep they've had in A WHILE. As the Rocks get a feel for them. What they WANT out of a Good Sleep experience. Is it walking on the beach? Beating up bad guys and saving the day? A night at home? The Dream Stones shuffling through Pleasant Memories and Happy Thoughts looking for material to work off of.

And... huh. They wake up feeling FANTASTIC.

Turns out? When you actually DO get a good night's rest? No tossing or turning, no night terrors or full body clenching of muscles? Your body heals up. You feel better.

Wild.

These rocks are fantastic.

The give it now more thought. Oh sure, they discuss it. Trial period etc. But? It's all just peaceful meadows and seeing loved ones happy. The classics. Expected, really. So they move on. All while the stones are still finishing their Refining.

Eventually? Ding! They're done! They've gotten a full read of their owner! Know EXACTLY what they want. What would make them happy. So, when the Bat's finally hit the hay? They run their REFINED Dream sequence. Dreaming PLUS, if you will.

It's a school night. So Damian, unfairly in his mind, must go to bed first. Though sleep is not the unpleasant thing it once was. Usually filled with fluffy animals. This time? It's different.

He dreams of entering the Batcave. Taller, stronger. The height and frame he is destined to inherit from his father, finally his. The black armor of The Bat adorning him. Timothy is there. Captured, arms bound behind his back, gagged and on his knees, face pressed to the floor. His armor almost artfully destroyed by battle.

He has cat ears and a tail.

Yet this, like every other jarring detail, seems so perfectly natural. Of course he does. Of course Damian is. Nothing is strange to Damian, as he observes the ears pressed back. The whipping, furious defiance of that tail. The low growl that goes with it. Timothy's eyes catching the light. Beautiful and unbreakable.

Damian strides forward.

They back and forth. Word play sharp and cutting. But Damian has WON and they both know it. Timothy fights now only to save face. Enough is enough. Timothy is haughty. Every bit, beautiful and feline.

Damian has his mouth and DARES him to bite him.

Tear apart the ruins of his armor and claims him on the floor. Is he little NOW, Timothy? Can you ignore him still? The game is over. Admit you've lost! Admit it! The pleasure is too much. His Rival thrashing, biting his lip. Trying to hold back. Unable too in the end. Damian wins. Timothy begs. More, more. Please, it is good. More!

Damian...was NOT aware of the root of his need to fight with Tim. Will not know how to face him come morning.

In his Apartment, Dick drags his aching body into bed. It was a shit day. At least his dreams will be nice. He falls asleep. Blinks "awake" with an OOF! As Tim lands on him with a laugh. Is confused but pleased to see him.

Tim clings. Dotes on him. Bringing breakfast, activities just for them, initiating more casual touch then he has in YEARS. Then? When they get back from what feels like the perfect day out? Dick finds himself doing something he would never DARE. Coming up behind that trusting, warm, cute little body. As Tim chatters and puts things away. And slipping his arms around him. Holding him.

Kissing his neck. Slipping his hand down the front of those cute shorts, to start rubbing him through his panties. Get him wet.

Picking him up and bending him over the back of a couch, so he can tug those bottoms down. Eat him out. Make filthy promises to treat his virgin hole just right. Keep him forever. Listen to him whine and feel him squirm, having never been touched like this before.

Dick wouldn't... wouldn't...

But the dream feels so good. Carrying his Timmy to his room, like a lover. Promising to take such good care of him. Fucking him open on his fingers, then his cock. Kissing his face and neck and perfect little tits. Grinding his clit with his thumb as he finds that perfect angle and pounds til Tim has nothing left to give.

Just the two of them against the world. As pretty little family.

Which will make things awkward with Babs, if she wasn't having her own dreams.

Sitting at her computer. Watching Tim writhing and coming apart at the touch of her keystrokes. Making him wear remote controlled toys. Matching them on herself. Lazy days at the Clockwork, with Tim beneath her desk, a fucking machine in him, his desperate mouth on her.

Flashes and scenarios of what she and Dick could DO to him. Watching Dick fuck her boy sloppy. Not letting EITHER of her boys stop until she was satisfied.

Jason getting a classic. Boyfriend shirt and pizza. Railed on his shitty couch as the movie plays. Like lovers. Newlyweds. Coming home and trying to put a baby in Timmers on his fancy ass mattress in a cheap ass frame. Full on mating press, legs basicly to his ears. Timbers begging for it, needy. Taking it like a champion.

And Bruce? Oh he gets silks and his mothers pearls. The suits he wishes he could get Tim to wear, with stockings hidden underneath. Dinner and dancing. Gotham at peace. Tim looking at him with adoration.

Like a Classy Romance from the movies of his youth. Everything rose petals and candle light. Tim TAKING it, dispite how difficult it is for partners to handle him. Everything being tight and slick and hot. Bruce being ruinous in how good he is. No one will ever be able to compare. Tim is his. Just his.

Waking up and nearly yeeting the Dram Stone through the nearest wall.

Tim of course... dream fucks several teammates, a couple Hot Celebrities, and that one GORGEOUS Alien Prince from that one mission when he was like 14. *siiiiiips morning coffee* was an interesting night. Given everyone's thousand yard stare, good to see it wasn't just him who Learned Some Stuff About Themselves last night.

He'll agree not to ask if they don't?

DEAL.

-🐼🐼🐼

everyone but tim grappling with their own existence, morality, and guilt at the breakfast table 😭😭😭

[lunareclipses-moments]

Red string of trouble

Idia x FAB reader

Words count:1.2k

That's part 2 , but you can read both of them separately

Part 1

Tags: @ryuuisthecutest

As the first rays of sunlight nudged the humans, some were reminded of their responsibilities, reluctantly emerging from the small safe haven known as bed, groaning and clearly dissatisfied with being awake. The other half remained wide awake, potentially completing a late assignment, gaming into the night, shedding tears and seeking forgiveness from God (Rollo), or possibly grappling with insomnia.

One the other hand Ortho Expecting his brother to be wide awake, Ortho anticipated the usual sight of him glued to his computer screen as if it were his lifeline. However, that morning brought an unexpected change. His brother was sprawled on the floor, fixated on his thumb like a lovesick high schooler, giggling, and mumbling words in a charmingly incorrect manner.

"Ortho!! You're awake! How was your power nap?" exclaimed Idia, unusually excited and brimming with life, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor.

"Who is this?! What did he do to my gloomy, depressed older brother? Is this the real world, or am I still dreaming? Yeah, probably,"Ortho pondered deeply. Deciding not to spoil his mood, he chose to ignore it for now.

"It was great, nii-san. But what put you in such a great mood, especially in the morning?" Ortho inquired.

Huh, me? I'm always in a good mood when I see the most adorable robot, who happens to be my lovely younger brother," Idia said, faking an innocent face to lure his younger brother.

'Liar! Oh, that's probably because I took his lab coat and forbade him from wearing it indoors to game,' Ortho thought, starting to feel slightly annoyed by his older brother's bad hygiene habits.

"No, I'm not giving your lab coat back. Deal with it," Ortho stated as he made his way towards the door. Idia hurriedly closed it, panicking, "No, wait! That's not what I was going to ask!"

"So you want something from me. I am hurt, nii-san," Ortho faked an expression of being hurt to tease his brother. Idia was starting to think he hurt the little robot's feelings.

"No, no, no, you got it all wrong—" but Ortho interrupted him before he could continue his sentence.

"I'm just joking, nii-san. Of course, I am happy to help with anything, except illegal behavior, of course," Ortho finished with a little giggle.

"You know, maybe I'm starting to regret letting you resign from the film club," Idia said, feeling like a fool being played by his brother like that.

"You still didn't answer my question, though," Ortho asked, ignoring his last pity remark.

"Define illegal?" Idia asked, not meeting Ortho's gaze. On the other hand, Ortho was starting to worry about what kind of foolish things his brother got himself into, or maybe he was planning something harmful.

"I don't know, maybe kidnapping?!" answered a very concerned and confused Ortho.

"For your information, the king of the underworld kidnapped his lover, and she still loved him back."

"Idia... That was a story our parents used to tell us before bed. You're not planning to kidnap someone, are you?" Ortho was in a frenzy from his brother's crazy ideas, and a very uncomfortable silence fell between them.

"Is this the part where you tell me you were joking?" asked Ortho, trying to break the silence.

"Nope, I am dead serious," replied Idia without hesitation.

"But that's the part where I leave and forget that this conversation happened," giggled Ortho.

"Unless you want me to cook up a plan that doesn't involve kidnapping and Stockholm syndrome," ortho suggested as idia analyzed his plans and the possibilities. He thought that maybe giving Ortho a chance might help him.

"But if it doesn't work, we'll go back to my original plan," Ortho couldn't help but sigh at his brother.

"Ah, fine. But only because I know my plan will work just fine. Go get some sleep; you look like a sleep-deprived zombie," he added, knowing he was dealing with Idia.

"Sleeping is overrated."

"Go to bed, or I am calling Mum." Ortho was ready to stoop that low just to get his brother to bed.

As the day went by, Idia couldn't help but feel like something was amiss. After his previous conversation with Ortho, the little robot was nowhere to be found. Worry started to gnaw at him, but his concerns were momentarily replaced when Ortho sent him a text, instructing him to go to the woods behind the ramshackle dorm in the dead of night.

'I have a very bad feeling about this,' Idia thought to himself, screaming internally.

Meanwhile, with Ortho and the ramshackle perfect, Ortho was set on putting his plan into action. Following his unconventional conversation with Idia, he sought out the perfect. If his brother couldn't talk to her normally, then he would help him, whether Idia liked it or not.

This led him to engage in a pleasant conversation with the perfect, highlighting how wonderful his brother truly was and how much of a sweetheart he could be once you got to know him. Surprisingly, the perfect seemed to take a liking to Idia.

'Everything is falling according to the plan,' Ortho couldn't help but think to himself.

"You know, Ortho, I actually enjoy talking with you. It feels nice conversing with an intelligent being once in a while," her words filled Ortho's ears, eliciting a giggle from him.

"You know, Perfect, I made a surprise for you," Ortho's words reached her, and she couldn't help but feel confused.

"Huh, me?"

"Yeah, you. I heard that you were searching for your soulmate, and I think I can help you," Ortho's voice carried a hint of knowing something she didn't.

"Well then, what are you waiting for?! Lead the way, lil guy."

"Heheh, I knew you would listen to me,but you will lead the way , we will you the string around your finger as our guide " their laughter filled the small forest as they ventured into the pitch black forest

On the other side, as Idia walked into the small forest, he couldn't help but groan at the soreness he felt, and the burning sensation around his thumb wasn't helping at all.

'Ortho, you're lucky that I love you because if I didn't, I wouldn't be here,' he sighed. Despite the discomfort, he continued walking, occasionally bumping his head into random tree branches. After five minutes of aimless wandering, he heard voices.

The voices were familiar, in fact, it was his brother's voice along with another. Out of curiosity, he stealthily made his way closer to eavesdrop on his brother's conversation. However, his not-so-subtle attempt at stealth was thwarted when he accidentally snapped a stick under his foot, prompting the perfect and Ortho to look around in confusion.

"Huh, no, I didn't hear anything at all," Ortho replied, attempting to divert the perfect's attention away from the mysterious noise who was probably his brother;to salvage his plan.

"I swear I heard something."

"Well, if you're interested, I can look for it, but you have to follow the red string on your pinkie, though."

"But—"

"No 'buts,' go!" Ortho insisted, lightly pushing her forward.

"Fine, but if I get kidnapped, it's your fault."

"Don't worry, no one will kidnap you today, at least," he muttered the last words to himself with a sarcastic laugh.

"What was that?" the perfect questioned, catching Ortho off guard.

"Nothing at all"

As the perfect followed the red string, she felt like she was chasing prey that kept slipping away every time she got close. Unbeknownst to her, Idia was indeed running away from her, fueled by a desperate attempt to avoid being caught. However, his limited stamina betrayed him, leaving him gasping for air while leaning against a tree for support.

"Finally found you! Do you know how many sticks and stones I tripped over to reach you?" she exclaimed as she approached the crouched and breathless Idia. Despite the guilt creeping in, he mustered the courage to turn around and face her.

"Well, congratulations on finding what you were searching for. But sorry to disappoint you, though. I'm not going to be your knight in shining armor or the prince that will whisk you away to his fairy castle. Feel free to turn around and go home. I'm ready for rejection," he added with a touch of sarcasm before turning away and attempting to walk off.

Just then, he felt something grab his hand. "Look, we landed on the wrong foot here. How about we get to know each other first? Even though Ortho told me a lot of great stories about you, I'd like to hear it from your mouth. I'll start first," she suggested, extending her hand for him to shake.

"Hello there, my soulmate. My name is Y/n; I am the ramshackle perfect. I'm not from here, and I would like to know more about you." To say Idia was stunned was understandable, but he wasn't about to let this opportunity slip away, so he shook her hand.

"Idia Shroud, Ignihyde dorm leader. Nice to meet you too, I guess."

"Ortho was right; you can be nice when you want to be," she exclaimed with a little giggle.

"Speaking of Ortho, where is he?" she wondered, looking around.

"No idea, but I wouldn't worry too much. He's probably here hiding somewhere."

Unknown to them, the little robot was sitting in the tree above them, silently observing as they chatted the night away. Ortho, perched in the branches, watched with a contented smile as his matchmaking efforts unfolded. The trio enjoyed each other's presence without realizing that this ordinary night would lead them to something even more magical.

As they laughed and shared stories under the moonlit canopy, the small forest became witness to the beginning of a beautiful journey. Little did they know, the magic of that night would set the stage for countless more enchanting moments and enduring connections, weaving a tapestry of memories that would last a lifetime. The little robot, hidden among the leaves, silently celebrated the success of his unexpected and heartwarming adventure in bringing two souls together.

[hikennosabo]

#tristampparty day 10, episode 10: humanity

oh we're REALLY in it now. @tristampparty let's goooooo

wonder who these journalists are, who the sources are... oh, and the radio dj is masaya onosaka, as always!

AHHHH SEE IT WAS JULY IN THE FLASHBACK LAST EPISODE!! IT'S THE SAME CRACKED EGG SHAPE!!! IT'S JULY I'M NOT STUPID!!!! I'M NOT STUPID!!!! IT WAS JUST MY 3AM SLEEP DEPRIVED BRAIN!!!!

....

"whose side are you on?" count: 4

so not only do conrad and luida know each other, conrad knows exactly what luida is up to... he immediately knows who meryl is talking about even though she didn't say her name. have they been in contact at all over the past 150 years, i wonder?

vash's sneeze alerting the police is so funny. why is he so sneezy.

vash letting himself get shot... oof. ough. ouch. agh. (<- me taking poison damage)

the dramatic chord at the title drop... very foreboding. i like it.

...

my japanese isn't good enough so i can't tell for sure if wolfwood actually says "deer" (it doesn't sound like it, but the kansai dialect could be throwing me off) or this was just the translator using a metaphor without thinking about the implications. how does he know what a deer is. (he doesn't say "deer" in the dub, ftr)

conrad's exposition dump about his motivations is... a lot... he thinks he's doing good, working towards a better future, but meryl and roberto rightfully call bs lmao.

it's just... okay, we don't know exactly what happened with him and tesla. we only have the photo with the two of them, and the flashback to her discovery by the twins, but... it seems like this adaptation of conrad was combined with the other scientists on ship five. so now instead of conrad being the only ally to rem against the other scientists' experiments on tesla, he became the person who did the experiments in the first place. and that's just so... i don't know. to atone for tesla, he's... doing more unethical experiments?? he's doubling down??

knives is the king of hypocrisy and doubling down, too, and the king of the sunk cost fallacy... i'm not making excuses for knives, especially not for his current behavior, but he was very young when all this started. so it's easier to understand why and how he became the way he is. but conrad's a grown ass man.

he's trying to make humans more like plants, and the way he talks to meryl and roberto about knives it's clear that he views humans as an inferior species. and even when expressing regret over what happened with tesla, it's like he doesn't see Why what he did to tesla was Bad. if he truly understood that, he wouldn't be doing more unethical experiments in the first place. in his eyes, independent plants went from being below him (as something to experiment on) to being above him (as something humanity must aspire to) and it's equally dehumanizing (for lack of a better word). and now he views himself as above humanity; humanity is "imperfect" and in need of repair, and he's the one to... bring them salvation or whatever.

also i wonder if the kids in jars are gonna come back in the future as actual characters...

a plant-human hybrid with homophobia in her eyes...

i've said this before. i'll say it again. elendira ii is nothing like elendira i. she is a completely different character to me. it's not just her physical appearance, it's her personality, her emotions... wherever elendira i is i hope she's lounging with a margarita as her little sister/clone wreaks havoc or whatever.

i do think it's fun to see her shooting a bunch of nails though. i'll give her that.

i just don't understand her at all... she gets upset about being perceived as a child and plays a childish act to manipulate her opponents but also does genuinely act like a child sometimes? what is orange planning. why. giving her plant powers to explain her endless supply of nail-ammo is one thing but they added so much on top it's taking her in a really weird direction. give me trimax elendira back.

aaaand roberto's dead. o7 still not a character i'm super attached to but i appreciate his observation skills and his jokes.

"back then." in japanese he says "that time." i think he's talking about the flashback from last episode. maybe it's the very same plant he watched die in front of him.

oh the emotional manipulation... but i think knives is hitting some truth about vash, namely that he is driven primarily by his guilt (aaaand knives is just making that guilt worse). and it's something vash is afraid of acknowledging.

sinners with the capital S again!!!

the impression i get from knives and conrad's working relationship is that... conrad is helping knives with the plant dimensional stuff, and in exchange knives just kind of lets conrad do what he wants...? like i don't see why knives would care about conrad's "humanity enhancing" experiments - humans are lesser than himself, no matter what. even if they're ostensibly for the sake of lessening the burden on plants... just killing humanity would have the same effect and would be way faster. and his current plan is just ignoring humanity and gathering the plants not caring about how it affects them... because he doesn't care!

i dunno i've just seen people talk about EoM and their experiments and everything as if it's directly knives's fault, but i don't think he's dictating any of this so much as just... letting it happen. outside of anything that directly advances his higher-dimension-connection plan, i don't think he would care enough about whatever else they're doing. in the manga too, iirc, the cults that formed around knives weren't something that he made, it was more like they were formed around him regardless of his own input. ofc enabling it all is still BAD but all of this is more on conrad's shoulders than anyone else's imo.

this shot kinda fucks... very commanding. i like it.

this ended up being an unintentional observation, but we still haven't really seen a full view of knives's face in the present day. we see it in flashbacks, but every time knives has been on screen in the present his face has been partially concealed...

hey wait a second why is wolfwood back to being just "nicholas d wolfwood" in the credits

is it because his contract is finished?? man can they NOT keep dealing me psychic damage in the fucking CREDITS

can't believe we're almost to the end.... aaaaghghh...

[annawayne]

Anna, please don't be too upset about the engagement.

Sadly, I understand the feeling when you've worked on something for a long time and in the end you're left praying that at least someone will see it. Social networks are a fucking lottery. Some works fall into some abyss, from where only lost souls will see them😔 and then you post a random thing and, for some reason, everyone see it. I won't even mention twitter. After I lost my first account there and had to create a new one...well, I remembered what it feels like to be happy with 10 likes🍾💐

Unfortunately, most often the work of algorithms isn’t clear, luck plays a big role, and if you get too hung up on it, you can go crazy. But I hope the bad streak will pass soon and your works will get the attention they deserve!

Hello!

First of all, thank you so much for all your words and for your support. I can't express how much I appreciate it - like every comment, like, rb or thought I receive from all of you- I honestly cherish it so, so much and even more than I can express it. So, thank you a lot T^T

And everything you said - you're absolutely right, and I totally agree with you on everything. It's always a game of luck or how stars aligned, but it always circles back that to creators it's always a big struggle *sigh*

And yes, you totally get it - my main issue isn't even in numbers themselves, but rather that I want to share what I did and to know it'll be seen (and yes, if being too concentrated on numbers alone, indeed, you can go crazy, I agree; fortunately, numbers aren't my priority, but rather the real, human emotions and feedback).

In my life there's so little space for something good, so when under chronical sleep deprivation and constant stress it happens, it's just like the cherry on top (😅), the last drop that's upsetting- but, no matter what, I won't stop creating, both writing and drawing, since I love it more than anything. I'm quite stubborn and relentless xD

And I'm also sorry for your experience too. Especially, losing an account, it must be even more awful T_T

But I wish you all the best too, and I love your style a lot, both in writing and drawing, and I wish you inspiration to create! And thank you one more time for your support, I cherish it a lot!

[kaijuposting]

15:27 Hours, at the K-Sci Lab

Doctor Newton Geiszler perches like a hawk on an empty examination table, bloodshot eyes staring through smudged glasses.

His colleague, Doctor Hermann Gottlieb, looks at him from behind a computer desk, nibbling his index fingernail with a frown.

Newt suddenly inhales, then lets out a bloodcurdling screech that resonates off the metal walls and echoes through the room.

Hermann startles in his seat and slams his hands on the desk in shock. He takes a long, slow breath. "Newton, what in God's name are you trying to do?"

Newt takes a deep breath and shifts. "I'm trying to get inside the headspace of a kaiju, man. Trying to figure 'em out, you know? If I can just... think like the kaiju, become the kaiju, maybe we can figure out how to defeat the kaiju?"

Hermann's frown deepens and he exhales every ounce of air in his lungs before leaning back in his chair. "That's not even remotely scientific," he spits.

Newt bares his teeth and lets out a startlingly low growl. "I don't know if you've noticed, Hermann, but I haven't had a good kaiju specimen in three weeks! Three weeks, Hermann! All I've had to work with are these half-rotted chunks of lower gut!" Newt takes another deep breath, and screeches again.

Hermann stares at him balefully. "Be that as it may, your juvenile behavior doesn't constitute any sort of science, and my ears and my head are worse off now."

Newt freezes and shifts slightly. "Yeah, well..." he begins, but there's no anger in his voice. Just exhaustion tinged with sadness. He sighs and grips the edge of the table.

"Imagine getting inside the mind of a kaiju, anyway. Why would you want to? All mindless killer instinct, that's all it is." Hermann's voice shakes faintly. For a moment his eyes meet Newt's, and they both realize that they're both scared and tired.

"No," Newt says. "That's not... that's not a real thing. Animals aren't just programmed to kill for the hell of it, there's gotta be something driving them, some instinct we don't understand."

"I don't want to understand," Hermann says flatly.

"Yeah, well, doing shit we don't wanna do is just the job here," Newt says.

"But imagine getting into the mind of a kaiju," Hermann says. "It can be bad enough getting inside another human's mind; have you heard what sorts of thoughts people have encountered in the drift?"

Newt's eyes widen. "The drift, that's it!"

Hermann's eyes widen with alarm. "What?" he asks.

"That's it, dude. I'm gonna... gonna drift with a kaiju. Dunno how, dunno when, but I'm gonna fucking do it. I just need a piece of brain. Oh, yes!" Newton hops up from the table.

Hermann grits his teeth and grabs an HR complaint form from the stack sitting on his desk, to write about Newt's screeching. He knows it will do nothing, but he's got to complain to someone, and he doesn't have anyone else. "You can't do it, Newton," he says as he grabs a pencil.

"Yeah I can," Newt says. "I can do it, and you can't stop me."

"Can't."

"Can! Can! Can!"

"Have you considered," Hermann said, "that you are extremely sleep-deprived and therefore not at all in a rational state of mind?"

"Ummm... sleep deprived, yeah. Irrational, no," Newt said. "I do my best work when I'm sleep deprived, trust me."

"Please, Newton. Get some sleep," Hermann says, his voice suddenly soft. He sets the pencil down. "We'll talk this over in the morning."

Newt blinks tiredly. "Yeah," he says. "Not gonna change my mind, but... you're right. I need sleep."

Hermann sets the form back on the pile, and he stands up and grabs his cane. "We both do," he says. "We both do."

[hazbinextgeneration]

Demon Bride Ch36 Demons Are Strange

Last Part Here:

https://www.tumblr.com/hazbinextgeneration/738417773697433601/demon-bride-ch35-when-in-rome-or-a-demon?source=share

First Part Here:

https://www.tumblr.com/hazbinextgeneration/709087246035337216/demon-bride-ch1?source=share

Next Part Here:

I'm adding some important info about the au.

*How many demons blood arts will Y/n have?

She'll have 4-

#1 Blood Demon Art Flora Bomb

By digging her nails into wood/branches, Yn will be able to inject the wood with blood and produce bombs she can use like grenades.

#2 Blood Demon Art Petal Poison

A scent that can given off either as a warning (Ex: Orange Lilies which means hate) or they give off a poisonous smell that is deadly to inhale to ANY demon or human alike. 

#3 Blood Demon Art Perfumed Slashes

Y/n deadliest and most efficient attack. Thanks to a mutation in her blood, Yn can turn her blood into a deadly poison that she can then infuse into her nails by clawing her body to cover her hands in blood. This poison is full of wysteria and can be smelt in the air.

#4 Blood Demon Art Foresight 

As for this ability,  Yushiros blood demon art allows him to see things no one else can example being Yahsba's arrows. Y/n has the same ability only slightly different as she can sense things others can't. Such as she was able to sense that Gyutaro would attack the vender and Kokushibo's different aura compared to everyone else. This blood demon art is more subtle and works at random.

(Warnings!!: Enmu IS his own warning, possibly some innuendos, and blood being drawn.)

"I'm sorry I kissed you without asking...That was wrong of me."

"Don't apologize. I thought the kiss was cute."

"O-Ok...I'm...also sorry for just dumping all of that on you. I understand if you don't want to see me again."

"I DO want to see you again. And I want Rui to be able to see you too. Don't apologize for being honest with me."

Akaza had taken nearly an hour to get himself together after that surprise kiss, and you took the long moment to process the shock of that being the second kiss someone gave YOU in one day. By now Akaza seemed better. Rui was cradled fast asleep in his arms and Akaza didn't give one complaint about cradling the eleven year old in his arms, in anything else he seemed content to hold onto him. Which lead to him just quietly staring at Rui for a bit...

"...He doesn't seem to hate me. I'm relieved to know that I guess," he mumbled.

You were confused at this. "Why would he hate you? He's literally calling you his father now."

"....He knows what I did to his actual father.''

You paused stunned for a moment.. before blinking. "What? How do you know that?"

"When we were traveling he awoke while you were asleep one night. He refused to sleep again unless I made up a story about something random I thought of....But he said something I haven't mentioned up til now." Rui mumbled in his sleep as Akaza shifted him to stand. "He said the reason why I was sent to the mountains was to free him...I never told him I went to his Clan's home, which meant he must've seen me there at one point and...knew what I've done." ....He silently stood up still looking at the sleeping child in his arms. "But he doesn't seem to hold that against me.."

"Probably for good reason." You also stood looking at the scene in front of you. It seemed almost domestic. "...I can't say what exactly his relationship was with his other family was, but he seemed to have a pretty bad relationship with both his parents. You doing what you did might've been the kindest thing anyone's ever done for him in his mind. ...That might be why he imprinted on you specifically out of everyone."

He scrunched his brows in thought considering what you said for a moment before sighing. "Still...I deprived not only him, but all those other children of that father. That being the case... I'll have no other choice but to fill that position for Rui." He nodded. "But he's not the only one.. I'll have to speak with..." He grimaced and nearly growled with his next words. "..Douma, about placing a positive male figure in those other children's lives. Not him mind you, but perhaps their mother could remarry or we could find a male they could imprint onto until they get older." He hummed again. "...I'll have to work on that while I temporary take over Kokushibo's work."

You again blinked. "You'd go though all the trouble of finding his brothers and sisters a father?"

"I'll figure something out. But I think in the meantime I'd better be going. Kokushibo was supposed to be looking into a string of recent murders, but I'll have to go instead." He looked around the darkened room. "Where is he sleeping?"

"Over there." You pointed to a connecting door to your room. "He has his own room through there."

Akaza nodded before turning  to the door and you watched as it slid open with him disappearing inside, a moment later Akaza returned with a sigh from his lips. "He's been put to sleep. It's late so it's no surprise he fell asleep."

You nodded. "Yeah. He's not the only one tired. I think I'll turn in too."

"I'd imagine....Y/n, listen. If..you really don't want me to court you, I'll respect your wishes and take back my gift. I'll no longer court you and I will respect whomever you choose to be with."

Your eyes widened... before you sighed. "I don't know what I want to do Akaza. I really like you and some of the others but It's too soon to make a decision. But if you want to court me..I guess everyone can until I make my final choice."

"REALLY?!..I mean-.." He coughed covering the excitement earlier.  "Yes. I will keep that in mind." You chuckled at his antics but stopped when a hand of his pulled your bangs back. "....Good night, Y/n. I'll try to see you again soon."

And he left you standing there blinking at the place he once stood.. Before you sighed a pink coming over your face and your hands ran over your face. You had too much on your mind. Right now what  you needed was a good night's sleep and that futon looked very inviting to your mind. Walking over, you nearly face planted into the soft blankets and allowed the deep cushions to encase your body eyes closing. You'd think about what to do this tomorrow for now you'd just sleep just take you away from all your problems. The darkness enveloped as your eyelids closed and the night took a hold of your senses.

"My Lady. Wake up, My Lady. You need to get up now."

You groaned out again from someone prodding your shoulder and opened your eyes up to not one but three fancily dressed up lady demons smiling down at you. ".....I already said I don't want servants." You grumbled turning to your side to show your back towards them all and throwing the blanket over your head. "And Im sleeping in right now. So don't bother me."

"But Lady Y/n, you have gifts from the nobles,"  one insisted pushing on your shoulder again making you groan and poke your eyes out.

"What?" 

"Your gifts, Your Ladyship," one of them smiled at you wider. "It's customary to gift things whenever a Kizuki gets engaged to make the new lady feel welcome, and you're the only one here."

More gift giving? Why? You were planning to leave here soon, you couldn't have all these things when you do go. Your exposed eyes crinkled up in slight annoyance. You couldn't even sleep in around here? What were things coming too? You barely blinked when one of those smiling faces shoved a bright blue box in your face.

"A gift from the lady Iko from the Watoshi family! They're responsible for the manufacturing of most beauty products we use! I'm sure she sent you something splendid!"

"....Open it and tell me what's inside."

Not surprising it was make up. You sat up groggily but quickly woke up when you saw the pile of boxes literally behind them. They were all smiles and giggles- Rui was digging through them and pulling out a couple. He pulled it open, looked at the insides, and made a face before harshly shoving it back in the pile at random only to grab another.

"Rui." Said child looked at you with a pink box in his hands. "What are you doing?'

He simply shook the pink box in his hands and looked at it. "I'm taking the ones I want. Most of these things are just kimonos that won't fit me." You watched as he opened the pink box and peered inside, only to reach inside and pull out a small wall mirror surrounded by a frame of gold. "....This one's going in my room."

You huffed a chuckle. "Be my guest. Take anything you want. It's only fair since you came here with me."

"Excuse me, Lady," One of the girls spoke with a concerned look. "Is that a good idea? These gifts are meant to be for you."

"And I said he can have what he wants. It's not like I can do a lot with a mirror." What were you going to do with it? Just stared at your reflection all day? If Rui wanted a few things he could have them. He deserved some things too after everything he's been through- "WHOA! HEY!" Your hand flew to your head and you snapped your eyes around to one of the ladies welding a brush in one hand who had touched your hair. "What are you doing?"

She blinked her three eyes at you. "Doing..your hair?" She asked unsure. "You have horrible bed head." 

"I can do that myself thank you," you spoke calmly holding up your hand, "Also I'd appreciate it if you asked me first before touching my head. I'm not keen on stranger's touching me without asking." You looked around the place and caught another woman holding up a kimono to you while a third held another box. "... Where's breakfast?"

"We must get you ready first, Your Ladyship," the one holding the kimono said holding the many, many layered kimono up to you insistently. "There's lots to do today."

"Like what?"

"There's the unwrapping of your gifts of course and more is coming in as we speak!" An arm tugged on yours as she tried to get you out of bed. 

"Then there's all the letters of gratitude you have to write back in thanks!" Another hand tugged on your hair again. "And you've been invited by seven families for tea. You need to sort out the dates you will meet them." You jerked your head back as two other hands shoved their way past the hair and tugged on your face. "There's also your introduction to high society and the tutors who'll be teaching you everything you need to know."

"Know?!" Your vision became fuzzy as you felt boxed in. "Know what?"

"How to carry yourself in high society of course. Your manners now are unbecoming of a lady of your caliber. It's obvious you've never had a proper tutor to teach you proper manners." "Or how to properly dress yourself." "Or have the correct manners and attitude to match your position. Don't worry. Miss Yoko will ensure your new self will be the envy of any man-" 

"Get OFF of me!!" 

The women all screamed as a blanket was suddenly thrown up into the air and on top of them. Taking the chance you scrambled in the panic out of the bed and crawled along the floor towards the sliding door.

"Mother? Ah!"

A box of expensive looking handkerchiefs fell from his hands as a stronger hand grabbed hold of his arm on instinct and flying he went dragged away by a running form dashing out the sliding door with a bang and into the hallway you fled.

"MY LADY!! WAIT!!"

You ignored their calls of coming back in favor of running down the fancily decorated hallways across the place passing by paintings and rugs and shining things that sparkled so much it nearly blinded you. You passed by other demons who carried objects or heavily scrubbed everything to keep it polished up. They all looked towards you but you ran right past and around them. 

"Mother! I haven't had breakfast yet!"

You weren't able to hear what he said as you sharply turned a corner and still ran past surprised faces that glanced at you. Exit. Exit. Exit. Screamed your mind as they ran and ran and ran.  Where was it?! Where was it?! Your head felt clouded and full of fog as your feet moved. You ran! Ran out of  that room. That situation. That...From those women. Along the shiny decor. Past surprised faces of perfectly fancy demons polishing everything and anything to keep it shining. Past paintings and rugs and things so shiny that they blinded your eyes as you ran Rui in tow. EXIT. EXIT. EXIT-

THERE IT WAS.

A giant sliding door stood there after another twist of a hallway and your feet bolted towards it. The giant door flew open and out across the docks two figures ran. Across the maze of docks illuminated by glowing blue water as you left it all behind as you ran. Koi fish darting away as you stepped. You were nearly there. Nearly towards the end of the docks-

You tripped.

On a board that was slightly higher than the others, just sticking out there enough to catch your foot on. Losing your balance and falling over. Your hand losing its grip on Rui. Purple eyes's fear illuminated by blue moonlight shining from the water. It's rippling surface allowing you to see just how deep your watery grave would be. Eyes snapped shut.

....But there was no splash?

You felt as if you suspended in mid air. Not a thing holding-...No. wait a second. There WAS a a grip on you. A hard grip was square in the middle of your back holding onto your kimono and dangling you from the side of the dock. What the?...You opened your eyes to gaze at the sparkling, rippling water's surface glowing back to you completely bewildered.

"I know I wanted you to fall for me, but I fear maybe you're over doing it, Begonia.~"

...You knew that voice. Your head turned up over your shoulder and met very familiar real colored eyes. 

"Now what could scare you so badly that you'd jump into the water?," Enmu cooed at you tilting his head. 

....You sighed. "Get me back on dry land and I'll tell you." Surprisingly he did. You were lifted up and back onto your own two feet. Before reaching around to shoo his hand away from your back which he chuckled at. "Thank you for helping me but what are you doing here?"

"In light of a new situation, I've been ordered to investigate an important scientific matter ordered by the Master himself ~," he purred with a wide smile at you. "So I'll be staying here until the matter is settled. Lord Muzan has been gracious enough to let me use his own laboratory.~"

"That's nice but why are you here? Are you here to see Hantengu as well?"

Enmu actually giggled giddily holding a cheek. "No silly.~ I'm staying at the Kizuki Dwell until my assignment is finished. I'm here to make arrangements for my room. But ..I admit there are other reasons as well."

"Oh?... What's that?"

"I need another sample of your blood."

"....Excuse me?" 

"There's been a recent development of your blood tests,'' he explained with a smile, "Apparently more and more people smell only a certain type of flower from you. I asked around and apparently Kokushibo links hydrangea to you. And Douma was under the impression that you stink of lotus blossoms when you first met. However they're not the only ones. I spoke to Hantengu's sons while they were imprisoned. All five of them think you smell like aster blooms."

"Really?" You weren't shocked by this point but it was surprising to you...Wait. Kokushibo DID mention Hydrangeas when you both spoke yesterday. "Why is this happening so much?"

"I think I have an idea but I just need a little bit more time to run a few more tests to be absolutely certain what I think is happening to you is in fact happening. You'll need to be a little more patient. But enough about me right now." He tilted his head looking your disheveled form up and down. "....You look a mess. Like you just survived being chased by an animal.~ What's happened to my dear Y/n-chan?~"

You opened your mouth to speak-

"MADAM Y/N!! WHERE ARE YOU?!,"A distant woman's voice wailed.

Enmu blinked as something dove behind him, gripping onto his shoulders and he tilted his head amused at your form peeking over his shoulder and Rui tilted his body watching carefully. "Ah. I see the problem. Oh poor darling.~"  A hand cooed reaching up to pat your own hand sarcastically amused. ''Did the servants' over enthusiasm scare you?~"  

"They want to subject me to hell!," You hissed at him making him chuckle more. "It's NOT funny! I just told them I didn't want servants and I woke up to three women trying to dictate what I did! I wasn't even served breakfast first!" 

"Neither was I. I'm hungry, Mother."

"Rui as well!!" He chuckled again and you frowned stepping to the right to stand next to him and face his smile. "It's no laughing matter. Rui needs proper nutrition provided to him if I want him to remain healthy." You tilted your head. "Isn't that what you said he needed? He needed proper care especially food to safely take his medicine?"

This time Enmu did hum. "....You have a fair point. And it's strange that they would do that."

"Do what?"

"Not serve you dear son food. They're supposed to care for the both of you..not just you, and blatantly ignoring your requests your first night here.." he hummed deeply squinting his eyes. "Interesting."

"Is that bad?"

"It's certainly strange. Right now you rank higher than they are and yet they blatantly deny the boy despite his new position and the clear orders you gave them."

"Not only that! They're all going to try to change me!"

His eyes refocused from thinking and snapped back to you with a hum. "I beg pardon?"

"They're gonna try to brainwash me into some 'high class lady worthy of my position and caliber' because apparently I 'have bad manners that was obviously never taught to me correctly '." You scowled at him as he stared at you. "No one has Time for that!"

"LADY Y/N!!"

You dove back behind the demon as he stared at nothing in particular. My, my, my, my. Well this was certainly an interesting development. No food. No rules being followed. It sounds as if the situation was being entirely dictated by someone else who was ignoring Y/n. Did the Master not explicitly state what care the boy needed for his stay? Well..This wouldn't do. Not only that..They planned on messing with his Begonia's head? Changing her to fit a certain role? Hmm....That meant a change in herself. Which meant a change of personality. Which meant no more of that fiery passion that caused his nerves to stand on fire. The way she'd push him back three steps for every one he walked. After all when was there ever a woman who actually had the gull to throw him around when he was much more stronger than her? He loved the feeling- No. The THRILL of the unpredictability that is Y/n. Never knew when she'd throw him out a window or hide behind him. It was a fun experience he never had before. To change her into a walking copy of every other spoiled rich woman would deprive him of that joy....

The HELL if that was going to happen.

He gave a slight inhale reaching out to pat your hand again.  "Well that won't do at all. Let me see if I can get this fixed for you. Then we can see about those blood arrangements.~"

"Just keep your hands to yourself or I'll throw you into the water!"

He chuckled again despite the frown on her face. "Shall we then?"

You didn't move until he started walking forward with you staying right behind him using Enmu as a shield. Rui never took his eyes off Enmu, narrowing his eyes as he followed them back towards the entrance way to the fancy place. He could feel the grip tightening up on his shoulders as they neared, it seemed she was ready to bolt at the slightest hint of them cornering her... Adorable.~ He stepped along with a smile on his face and briefcase in one hand. The sounds of frantic footsteps and distant voices became closer and closer the closer they got. The woman staying right behind him even as the door was pushed further open revealing the tiny Kizuki demon there. It took a moment to really take in what they were all doing. A lot more demons had gathered about babbling to one another or walking around aimlessly trying to get something done as everyone else spoke. But soon one of the men stopped noticing Enmu standing in the doorway, face instantly paling in fear. The demon he was speaking too also stopped talking to turned confused but got the same expression as the first demon. Slowly but surely everyone started looking. Everyone stopped talking. The silence set in as everyone stopped moving to stare petrified at the figure in the doorway with a child still glaring daggers at his side and a woman peeking out behind him with a scowl. 

"Such wonderfully shocked faces.~ I did send a message ahead to expect me this morning, so you all shouldn't be so surprised to see me. Unless...Oh. is there something wrong here that I should know about?"  A few demons looked at each other uneasy and a few others started sweating. Interesting.~ "Mmm. I think Im a little hungry. Why doesn't someone bring enough food to my room to feed three people? After all, I have guests with me."

With that he started walking again. You didn't stop using him as a shield between you and everyone else. It was like when that Oiran parted the crowd in the entertainment district, the demons parted from the middle of the halls as he walked past them all with a hum.

"Just point out the direction of your room and we'll start from there, Dear."

"Start down that hall-" You pointed a hand. "-and then take two lefts." He started off in the direction you pointed and listened whenever you pointed out a different  direction for him to follow until you pointed not at a hall but a room. "There. That's my room there."

He turned his head and looked like he was going to ask you something-

"LADY Y/N!!"

Your head turned. Your eyes widened. "Oh hell no!!"

"HAH!!" Enmu squealed as two hands grabbed his sides and swung him Around to face the upcoming small group of ladies running down the hall towards you all. His face lighting up a pink as you essentially death hugged him from behind. ... before he gave a little shiver and smile over his shoulder. "Why Y/n.~ I never knew you were so forward, and with so many people ar-"

"Finish that sentence and I'll throw you into a train engine!," You growled behind him making him chuckle again. "ITS NOT FUNNY-!!"

"MY LADY!!," Yoko cried holding up the hem of her kimono in order to allow her to run faster. What was she doing here?! She stopped in front of you all with a look like her make up would start smudging any minute. "There you are. We were so worried when you just ran off like that! What ever got into you?"

"Ah. That's what I would like to know."

Everyone looked at Enmu who smiled wider. Everyone paled. Everyone immediately bowed. 

"L-Lord Enmu! You're here? With the Lady? AH!! I MEAN OF COURSE YOU ARE!!", Yoko panickedly corrected her earlier blunder that Enmu. Did. Not. Miss. Tilting his head at her. "Y-You both are engaged After all!! Why would you not be with your fiance?! W-We were not expecting you so soon."

"I have gotten that impression." His head tilted more. "Now I wonder just what you all could've done to make my begonia flee like she did."

She visibly went rigid. "....Us?"

"Of course. No sane person would bolt like she did unless she has a reason to or she had a nervous break down. As much fun as it would be to see her break down, I'm under the impression that there's someone overriding her choices here~," he sing singed with a creepily cheery attitude before humming a finger tapping his chin. "Now what on earth could've that been I wonder."

"There was strangers in my room when I SAID I didn't want strangers in there!," You hissed from behind him making him hum. "Not only that, but I had three people I didn't even know trying to touch my head and dress me!" It sent a shiver down your spine. "Not to mention the plan to brainwash me!!"

"Brainwashing. I'm actually very familiar with that concept! Even have some hands on experience.~" He proudly cooed with a hand on his chest. "But the thought of any of you doing that to the woman, who may I remind you I am attracted to by her original self.....Well that thought makes me very upset.~" His voice took a small twist that made you blink at him.

"N-No!! No!! We would never!! Honest, Lord," Yoko nearly squealed in his presence. "I-I merely set about t-to make sure t-t-that she would be prepared for her n-new position is all!"

"By completely ignoring what she asked? By going over her head and dictating what she should want based on your own standards? ....Going behind our backs to change our woman??"  No one spoke after that sentence making him hum louder and twist his head to the side with an audible crack of his neck. "What was it she told me? Soon to be taught the proper way to behave for a lady of her position or something close to that? Oh dear, oh dear. That won't do at all. The blatant disrespect and disregard is something I can't overlook here. It would be a shame if the others found out."

"W-We'll fix all the wrongs right away!! P-Please have mercy!! W-We only did what we thought was best-"

"No. Not 'we'. YOU. But luckily for my beloved Im here to fix it!!" His cheery smile and tone return as his head popped back up.  "And you lovely ladies have the chance to redeem yourselves! Now the first order of business is for me to just say...If anything of this magnitude happens again, I'll convince the Master to allow me some 'volunteers' for my new wysteria tonic." The air dipped in feeling that even sent a shiver down your spine.  "Now on the other hand, would one of you ladies be a sweetheart and bring all of us some food?" His tone shifted again back to happy go lucky. "If I recall, you all never even fed them first before shoving your ideals on her."

"That's not the only thing shoved onto me." He again hummed in question. "Look inside my room."

He paused for a moment before Enmu turned- ?! He blinked amused when two strong arms just grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him to walk backwards still forcing him to stay between you and them until you got to the door and motioned towards the door. He chuckled again, you scowled deeper, and he held up his hands before opening the door. .....Hmm. Now wasn't this interesting? A completely normal room except for the obvious mountain of boxes and gifts scattered everywhere. Oh my, oh my. It looks like there was already some spoiled people trying to get in good with his lady. The thought bubbled up a small but very primal anger in the back of his mind as he turned to face the half bowed ladies staring at him in fear.

"Now what have here? You should know better than to throw all of this on her her first night here. Don't you know what stress that would cause?"

"B-B-But Sir. T-The nobles always traditionally give gifts to a new Lady-"

"Then send them a thank you card on her behalf and tell them all that she's too overwhelmed to be bothered.~" He smiled wider. "If they have any problems with how we handle things then please tell them to feel free to talk to the Kizuki. In the meantime..." He pulled back the sleeve on his other wrist. "I am running behind on some appointments...Set up a room for me close to my fiance and bring us some food. I have some unfinished business to do. Come Begonia.~"

He motioned for you to follow him as he just walked into the room and not wanting to stay anywhere close to the demons who tried to essentially take over your life, you followed quickly followed by Rui. As soon as the door closed , you exhaled a huge sigh of relief allowing your body to relax against the closed door and breath. Gods these demons were crazy. CLICK!! You slowly looked back up and found Enmu with his back to you digging through his open briefcase he had set up on top of the mountain of boxes. He hummed happily to himself rummaging through it meanwhile Rui stood as still as a statue staring at him.  Guess Rui still had a bad impression of Enmu from the last time they've been alone with you, but Rui hadn't made any effort to tie him up again....Yet. 

"Alright! I found it!," He happily sang with an absolutely cheery voice turning back to you with a clean vile like he usually used to get your blood, a sharp nail already ready to poke your hand with once more. "Now hold still. This won't take but a moment.~"

You rose a brow starting to get tired of this process. "How many times do you HAVE to do this?! I'm starting to think it's hopeless."

"Actually this will be the last time I need it. I just need a present day sample to test and compare it to the older samples. Then I can actually confirm if my theory about your blood is correct."

"Mind sharing?"

He shook his head. "I don't want to spread false information in case I am wrong. If I am it'll just cause more trouble, but rest assured I will tell you once I confirm it. Now your hand please.~"

You deadpanned but sighed and held up your hand- "Ow!"

A sharp prick hit your finger and you found Enmu again pressing the vile against the small cut and blood dropped into the vile. You only watched as he got a decent few drops before he let you go and slapped the cork back on. Staring at the red lovingly with his teal eyes.

"So pretty.~ Your blood always fascinates me.~"

You rolled your eyes already used to his antics. "Nice to know you're taking this seriously." He turned to place the vile back in his bag. "Thank you by the way." He hummed pausing his movements to look back at you. Your hand gestured to the door. "Back there I mean. If you hadn't scared the heavens out of them, they might've tried forcing me into all those things. It honestly scared me for a moment."

He hummed with a blink before smiling again and continuing to put things away. "Well I was able to see your face in despair which excited me.~ So we can call ourselves even for now.~ Besides I can't have anyone going around trying to change my pretty ill tempered mistress can I?~" 

"You know the only reason I accepted that 'gift' was because I needed the medicine for Rui, right? I didn't want any engagements. No matter how cute your reactions are, I'm not accepting your love.'' Enmu had paused, his eyes widened at you. "...What?

"Y-You..Think I'm cute?" His genuine surprise slowly twitched into a spellbound love struck look before he giggled like a girl who had just gotten kissed by her crush, hands grabbing his cheeks stained a pink....shit. "Aaaawww.~ My Begonia's already in the denial part of the falling in love stage.~ It makes me so happy!~"

"Enmu, knock it off before I change my mind about throwing you in that water!"

"YES!!"  You jumped as he moved quicker than you thought possible and in one moment he was right in front of you clutching his chest. That same love struck look in his eyes staring at you. "Please throw me! Please punch me! Do please do anything as long as I feel your skin upon mine even for a moment.~"

...You blinked before reaching a hand to your temples. "Ah shit. You really do have it bad huh?''

"But of course.~ I love everything about you. That's why I don't want them to change you.~"

...You slowly looked back to him. "You like....me being myself? Well..No offense but I wasn't expecting that answer from you."

"Oh I might seem like that but it's true~," he continued to gush, "And you're the first for everything for me.~ My first time anyone let alone a lady threaten me. Push me around. Defend me. Trusts me enough despite my actions and personality.~ Even now you don't cower away or reject me outright.~ Even when you threaten me I can tell you have emotions aimed just for me behind it.~ Don't you see..Y/n. I love you." He gushed and you blinked when he grabbed your hand. "You excite me in ways I've never been given a chance to feel.~ Why would I want that absent from my li-..." He completely stopped eyes going wide and jaw dropping as that hand reached up to cup his cheek. "....life."

"Alright I get it you love struck fool." You said with a roll of your eyes. "I guess I owe you a little bit of gratitude for all you did for me, and still doing for me. And I can appreciate the honesty at least. But promise me one thing."

He shivered before leaning towards the touch he felt. Hands reaching up to gently hold the hand holding his cheek. "Name it.~"

"When you do get the results of my blood, I would like to know fully what you've done with it. I think I have a right to know that at least."

"Done.~" He then tilted his head sideways and you jumped when a soft pair of lips gently kissed the palm of your hand before the face nuzzled into it's warmth. "Trust me.~ Your blood's story is one I'm most thrilled to tell you.~"

You nodded. "G-Good." You cleared your throat nevermind the slight pink of your cheeks. "I e-expect you to keep your word."

"Do I get another kiss in thanks?~"

You rolled your eyes. "You and kisses. By the way you're acting it's like I gave you the first kiss of your Life-"

"Yes."

You blinked. "What?"

He chuckled again. "Did you think I was wrong when I said you were my first? Your kiss was my first heavenly experience with love.~ And I would not like it to be my last.~"

[zeldabecameaqueen]

CONTENT WARNING :

🌼 QSMP current events (3rd-4th March)

🌸 it's all my opinion and pov

🏵️ talking about violence, genocide, politics, triggers for depression and bad mental health

🍀 optimistic (even if it doesn't look like it)

🫧 non-native english speaker speaking heavy stuff in english while being sleep-deprived → incorrect, awkward, clumsy way of speaking

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QSMP has been a light throughout the last year, when so much shit stuff is happening. I did realize before that I needed the qsmp and that it made me feel good, but I didn't realize why, and that's only now that i'm scared of losing the server that I understand. Every single day of qsmp was a day of joy for me, I loved seeing content of different nationalities, I loved so much seeing people interact and create stuff together in the most chaotic way, I loved slowly getting into the different ccs communities and I loved to recognize ids, recognize tumblers and artists. And even when in the lore it was getting dark, it was still fictional and we knew it would get better. And even in real life when some ccs were not being safe, and that communities could get violent and full of hatred, I also knew the server would survive it since there is a vast majority of priceless people who would fight for this safe, international space. And what I just realized, is that when everything is going down in the world in real life, when every day you're flooded with infos about how much humans are bullshit and destroying selfish beings with absolutely no empathy or respect for others, even with every day evidence that there is no hope of it getting better, qsmp was there to give me hope.

I believe that QSMP is a place of creation, international unity and hope. It is a safe place for people who are socially different, for people who have in.visible illnesses, for people who are discriminated against. It is a safe place for people who are incredibly creative, for people who care about life.ves, for people who spread kindness and respect. I don't care if you don't agree, this is how I feel considering who I am.

QSMP is a place of creation and bonding and building. It is a place of light and hope and art and beauty. It is a place for the best of humankind.

My english has gone very bad because I just spent the night with nightmares about the qsmp and anxiety about work and reminders of what is happening in the world and how what I make to help is never enough and how hopeless we all are. Because people who have power, right now, just don't care! I'm not sorry, when you have that much power, and are witnessing such atrocities /a fucking genocide for instance/ given that we have no excuses of resources and wealthiness (i'm speaking from an european pov), when you let this kind of shit happening, as a high-rank politic or head of business company, it's because you don't care, I don't see any kind of reason for letting this kind of things happening

I didn't plan on getting into politics so I'll stop here but the point is, QSMP cannot close down because they exploited their employees/volunteers who put that much work and because of bad administration. The issues have been addressed, and I believe will be resolved. People who don't feel safe anymore on the qsmp will leave for their wellbeing, others will stay to maintain it as the best place it can be. But in the end, I believe in the project, I support it, and I'll fight for it to keep on going under the condition of these matters to be resolved.

It is my opinion and I know a lot of people want to boycott qsmp and unfollow it, especially french people, but i personally disagree with that doing. I feel like we have the power to do something, to make it better and I'm sorry for what the qsmp team has been put through but also grateful towards Léa for her bravery and the other admins who spoke out. Because now we can do something about it, for it to be a safe place for the communities and the admins and actors.

I'm feeling less hopeless now, but please I hope some of us will stay on following and believing in the qsmp, and that we'll find a way to get through, because I don't see how it wouldn't be possible. I mean, just pay your creators/workers, communities will be glad to participate in any way possible, it is an amazing project that won't end on such a crap note.

As I was saying previously, QSMP is a place of creation, of hope for humankind and unity, and respect, and caring. Prove that we are able to overcome this by fighting together

Take care of your health, step away if needed, drink water, sleep, eat and don't blame yourself. No hatred 🌸

[onlyjaeyun]

Dude I fucking loved CH wth 🤭

I'm being so honest right now, you had me invested from the very beginning, there's something about the way you write your characters that make them feel like actual humans, and I loved every second of it

Starting with oc obviously, i was completely enamored by her, bc yeah she's an absolute baddie, she's good at her job, knows what she's doing, is loving, honest, smart, and so freaking pretty. But she also has some heavy ass baggage, is still learning how to navigate her way through life, puts her loved ones (found family) above anything else, which we know has its good and bad side, and is learning to love and honor herself in a more healthy way

The pain was real whenever the angst waves came around, seeing all the shit she had to put up with, and never prioritizing herself, but that only made me love even more those steps of growth, confidence, self respect, and accountability she kept on taking after every hardship. (I legit started tearing up at the part about owning her pleasure, and understanding that regardless of whoever her sexual partner was, the decisions, vulnerability and enjoyment are hers to own and live to the fullest).

Same thing with all the relationships in the story, from the Nishimuras bond, history, and fight to actually be left alone by that bitchass family, to each of the friendships, between the boys, with yn individually, and with tsuki 😭😭😭 I love them so much you have no idea, they're SO FUCKING ADORABLE, AND REAL, AND GOOD AND REASSURING TO EACH OTHER I CANNOTJDJDIW

Anyway yeah, those are the type of friends people need, their advice, company, humor, love, admiration, respect, protectiveness, and sincerity. I just thank for taking so much time into developing each of their dynamics, personalities and quirks

And how could I not, our main ship, my babies HoonYn and their entire fucking story, interactions, chemistry, and bond had me giggling, crying, punching the air, kicking my feet, and sobbing of frustration, pain, and pride all in the span of 5 hours (yes I read the entire series in one sitting, no I did not sleep at all, yes it was absolutely worth it)

Anyway, I feel like that's a whole lot of rambling and I'm barely making any sense -also I'm sleep deprived and English is not my first language, so I apologize for all the mistakes here-, but overall, I just wanted to congratulate and thank you for conveying so many struggles we have to get through in the daily, you didn't shy away from the mental health struggles, the flaws of the characters, the shittines of life itself, the absolute NEED for honest and understanding communication in ANY kind of relationship, and the inmense impact a friendship can have in our lives, as well as our own strength, determination.

I really don't know if this ended up making any sense, but yeah, thank you for your hard and amazing work, you're a great writer fr, please take care of yourself and have an awesome day <3 <3 <3 <3

🥺 asks like this with such detailed feedback is just..like an actual live letter you guys

thank you SO so so so much, i know i sound like a broke record at this point but there's just not enough words of gratitude could use to show you just how much i appreciate this and you. thank you for taking the time out of your day to send me this and for being so kind, sweet and enthusiastic about it.

asks like theye give me a glimpse of my work from your POV and it never fails to make me so excited and happy and just so so so excited, i hope you know this is everything to me. im so happy to know just how much you've enjoyed reading it and all the characters too so rhank yoj for all of this, i love you so much 🥺🥺🥺🥺🤍☁️💫

[chateautae]

I was justttt thinking right after finishing the latest MID drabble that, what if like you know lucifer JK and MID tae end up meeting someday like in fic universe. I mean lucifer jk can keep coming to meet his y/N right and what if like they're on a date and Tae and his y/N are on a date too hehe. In the same place. Not asking for anything major, you already spoil us by giving us so much of good content, thank you, but like how would this play out in your head? If it's okay to ask.

Omg this is so funny!! Please if luci jk and mid tae ever met I think it'd just be chaotic evil, mainly from luci jk's side 😭 why can I imagine luci jk seeing mid tae being extra careful with a pregnant wifey oc at a restaurant and jungkook being like "look at this guy, he's down so bad for his girl" "jungkook, shut the fuck up, you should be more like him" is what his y/n says while proceeding to smack Jungkook upside the head. Cut to luci jk and mid tae eventually running into each other outside the restaurant because they're both waiting on their women. Starts off with casual "heys" until luci jk starts asking about mid tae's relationship.

mid tae: "ah, she's my wife. been married for over 2 years now."

luci jk: "wow, that's really nice. and am I safe in assuming you're expecting as well?"

mid tae: "yeah, she's 7 months pregnant. a boy."

luci jk: "congrats, man. I can tell you're excited, and you guys seem fairly young too."

mid tae: "i'm over the fucking moon, honestly, and i guess, you look young yourself."

luci jk: "ah, trust me, i only appear young. i'm actually thousands of years old."

mid tae thinks jungkook's just joking and laughs, starts asking about jk's relationship.

luci jk: "she's my girlfriend. been dating for a few months now but technically, we've known each other much longer."

mid tae: "technically?"

luci jk: *laughs*, "listen... was it taehyung?"

mid tae: "yup"

luci jk: "what if I told you I'm actually Lucifer, currently visiting earth to meet my human girlfriend who houses the essence of the primordial demon Lilith that is my long-lost love?"

mid tae proceeds to blink in confusion, then blinks again. "that sounds like something my wife would watch on tv. are you fucking with me?"

luci jk: *laughs again* "yeah, dude, just messing with you." their ladies then come out of the restaurant and meet their respective man, each couple turning to eventually split. "nice meeting you, man, good luck with your wife's pregnancy."

mid tae: "thanks, hope you guys have a safe night."

just before mid tae turns, though, jungkook flashes him his Lucifer eyes over his y/n's shoulder with a devilish grin, and mid tae's eyes horrifyingly widen before jungkook completely disappears.

later that night, when the mid couple's getting ready for bed:

"babe, you're not gonna believe me, but I swear I met fucking Lucifer today."

"Lucifer? honey, i think you're working too hard these days, you need rest."

"no, princess, i swear i met lucifer! i'm not crazy, the man flashed me these eyes that looked like he was straight from hell and then he diasappeared! that's not normal!"

"baby, you're definitely sleep-deprived and hallucinating. nice story."

"it's not a storyyy. I swear it happened babe, right before you came back to me from the restaurant."

"tae, baby, I'll give you credit for having an imaginative mind. why don't I suck you off as a reward and then we can sleep?"

"well shit, don't have to tell me twice. but I swear it happened, I’m not crazy.”

“debatable, babe, you were crazy enough to marry me.”

“damn, you’re right, maybe I am crazy.”

and the night ends with wifey oc smacking mid tae with a pillow :)

[weirdqueenofadlen]

RULES! PLEASE READ THEM!:

I will allow:

Violence, blood, gore, abuse, angst, self-harm, macabre, disturbing, cannibalism, and other morbid things and cursing

I won't allow:

Pedophilia, zoophilia, fetishism, kinks, and NSFW of any kind

Please note: If you choose to block me, please let me know the reason why because it'll make me feel very bewildered and very neurotic if you don't. If you don't like my OC or something in my OC info makes you feel unpleasant, please let me know, and I'll change anything about her to make you feel pleasant. Just please don't block me yet. We can figure things out together, yes? Blocking hurts worse than confronting me about the issue(s) that we can address and figure things out together so we can both joyfully rp together without any unpleasantness

Mun info:

Name: Debbie

Current and legal age: 21

Gender: Female

Pronouns: she/her

Note: I'm mentally stunted in growth, and I sometimes go through age regression. I also have autism, ADHD, and Alexithymia. I also have narcissistic behavior, so if I start to argue about something, please let me know because I can never realize it. I don't know a lot of things that most people know, including a lot of simple things. I am very passive-aggressive. I was raised in a household where everyone screams threats at each other with misery combined with a lot of anger issues. I probably have BPD and/or bipolar. My brain doesn't function normally. I suffer from the effects of sleep deprivation such as: Memory lapses, impaired moral judgment, cognitive impairment, and irritability. I have noticed that I suffer a great amount of memory lapses. I don't know how severe it is, but it's bad. I am severely neurotic. I have nothing positive to say about myself because I believe that I don't deserve it.

About my OC:

Debbie Jung has many different versions depending on the fandom:

1. General OC info for most fandoms

2. Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss OC info

3. Debbie Jung HH Heaven AU OC info

4. Creepypasta OC info

5. General OC info for most fandoms Light-hearted edition (mainly for those who feel uncomfortable about heavy morbid topics)

Fun facts about Debbie Jung and her relatives

Debbie Jung Murder Drones universe variation short info

For people who can't handle heavy morbid topics, please go here: @weird-adlen-queen

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General OC info for most fandoms:

Name: Debbie Jung

Age: 7

Height: 3ft 9in

Gender: Female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: Ace, Greyro, and sex-repulsive

Species: Human/witch hybrid

Hair color: brown

Eye color: brown

Style of clothes: she wears an oversized purple hoodie over an oversized pastel purple T-shirt, white sweatpants, purple and white slip-on shoes, glasses, and a purple and white hat with the Anarcha-feminism symbol on it.

Wounds: she has brushes and stab wounds all over her arms, legs, and torso. She also has an open wound on her chest that exposes the inside of her chest where her heart and other organs are visible (she puts on her hoodie to hide all her wounds), there are bruises on her forehead, and part of her forehead is burnt red from chemicals (she hides them with her hat)

Fun fact: she can pull out her heart from her chest and hold it in her hands without dying or feeling pain

An image of her appearance:

An image of her appearance without her hoodie:

Short info about her parents:

Her mother, Susan Mary (formerly Susan Jung) is a witch, and she is a very violent abuser to Debbie and Oscar. She abused them physically and emotionally. She also does witchcraft

Her father, Oscar Jung was a mad scientist (he was also a normal human) who worked in a lot of fields and secretly killed a lot of people. He loved Debbie and he would always try to protect her from Susan until Susan killed him. despite his immoral actions in his laboratory, he tried to prevent Debbie from going down the same path that he went, but he knows that it runs in the family. Susan killed him because she was tired of him trying to protect Debbie from corruption

More info about Debbie Jung:

personality: Despite her age, she has a somewhat mature mindset. She is smart, and she knows wrong from right (sometimes). She can be both innocent and morbid. She considers herself a duality, a balance, a mixture of both good and evil, a mixture of both positive and negative. One minute, she's a wholesome little people pleaser. Next minute, she's a sinister, morbid-minded, mentally unstable psychopath. It's like Jekyll and Hyde, but they share the same identity. A lot of times, her neuroticism takes over her to the point that she's very self-doubting, anxious, and even depressed. There are times when she'll actually have some will to be protective of the people that she cares about, and she is a strong believer in anarcha-feminism and justice to achieve what she believes is true freedom. Despite her somewhat mature mindset she still has some of her childish traits, usually when she's in a good or playful mood, she can be mischievous, playful, somewhat childish, she absolutely craves comfort, long hugs, and to be held in someone's arms (most likely because she is starved of affection), she can also be a silly, goofy moron, and she doesn't often throw tantrums but when she does, she'll apologize for it after she calms down. She can be eery and kind of creepy at times as well. She can feel empathy for certain people. Usually her neuroticism takes over whenever she's reminded of her parents (even when she randomly thinks of her parents), she breaks mirrors whenever she looks at her reflection (mainly because of her PTSD), and she is smart with only certain things but she is stupid (and/or ignorant) with a lot of things. I consider her stupidity as comedy somewhat (like for example: whenever she's mixing chemicals together, she thinks she's mixing the correct ones until they explode in her face, or when she's skating in town, she won't look where she's going and she'll hit a sign. She also has a great lack of self-awareness sometimes. She is also very needy, passive, clinging, and has an extreme fear of being abandoned.

neurodivergent: Autism, ADHD, and maybe bipolar and/or BPD

Other disorders and disabilities: visual disability, visually impaired (she is blind in one eye, specifically her right eye), mentally stunted in growth, and PTSD

Powers and abilities: She has telekinesis, duplicating objects, she can teleport herself, other people, and objects, portal creation (she can travel to other dimensions through portals that she can create), eternal youth (she can't physically age. She is stuck at 7 years old), heart reading (she can read peoples’ hearts to discover their true feelings, what they're hiding, what their fears are, and if they're telling the truth or telling lies. It's not 100% accurate because she hasn't mastered it yet. It's 60% accurate), give people hallucinations, invading People's minds to control their dreams (she can only control their dreams when they're asleep), and she can steal peoples’ souls right after killing them and she can put them into the dolls that she enjoys making. It's like an inescapable prison for the souls she captured

Hobbies: playing Retro game consoles, drawing, reading science books, reading articles, and she enjoys making things (Little trinkets, machines, weapons [traditional, hi-tech, and low-tech], dolls, music boxes, clocks, wind-up things, little toy figures, contraptions [decent-looking and ridiculous-looking], automatons, and mosty clockwork objects and some modern and futuristic objects as well), etc. She's also surprisingly very skilled at sword fighting despite her lack of physical strength.

She has special glasses that help her see far away. Her father created them for Her before he died. Her glasses can also do some neat stuff such as analyzing people, x-ray vision, heat detecting, data storage, etc.

Interests: Learning, reading, supernatural, paranormal, witchcraft, playing video games, morbid topics, comfort, pleasing people (she likes to see people smile and feel positive emotions), Anarcha-feminism, being silly, acting stupid (on purpose), being a goofball, and inflicting pain on other people who she believes truly deserves it. She also enjoys circuses, carnivals, looking at neon lights and Intricate details, and she enjoys music. She also enjoys singing whenever she's happily making something (she only decides to sing whenever she's in a very positive mood)

Her backstory: She suffered severe physical and mental abuse from her mother constantly ever since she was born. The only person who cared about her was her father but that was short lived because her mother forced her to watch her father die when she was 4. He was burned alive in front of her. Her mother would beat her 24/7, she stabbed her multiple times with a knife, threw her against the walls, threw chemicals at her, ect. Her mother (who does witchcraft) cursed her with eternal youth so she could never physically age or get physically strong. She eventually discovered that she has telekinesis (probably a side effect from the Eternal youth curse). Debbie secretly practiced her abilities while she was locked in the basement for 2 months. She was gonna make her mother pay for all the brutal things that she did to her. She eventually broke the chain that restrained her ankle to the basement floor, broke through the door, and killed her mother. She then ran out of the house towards the city in the distance beyond the large cornfield that surrounded her mother's house

Favorite food and drinks: Salame, pepperoni, slim jims, beef jerky, blue Kool-Aid, orange juice, Gatorade, and Propel water (she is also a cannibal, she claims humans taste like pork, she likes salame and pepperoni made from the sources of both pigs and humans)

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss OC info:

Name: Debbie Jung

Age: 7

Height: 3ft 9in

Gender: Female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: Ace, Greyro, and sex-repulsive

Species: Human/witch hybrid (in life) Humanoid witch demon (current in hell)

Hair color: brown

Eye color: brown

Style of clothes: she wears an oversized purple hoodie over an oversized pastel purple T-shirt, white sweatpants, purple and white slip-on shoes, glasses, and a purple and white hat with the Anarcha-feminism symbol on it.

Wounds: she has brushes and scars all over her arms, legs, and torso. She also has an open wound on her chest that exposes the inside of her chest, where her heart and other organs are visible (she puts on her hoodie to hide all her wounds)

An image of her appearance:

An image of her appearance without her hoodie:

Short info about her parents:

Her mother, Susan Mary (formerly Susan Jung), is a witch, and she is a very violent abuser to Debbie and Oscar. She abused them physically and emotionally. She also does witchcraft

Her father, Oscar Jung, was a scientist (he was also a normal human) who worked in a lot of fields. He loved Debbie, and he would always try to protect her from Susan until Susan killed him

More info about Debbie Jung:

personality: Despite her age, she has a somewhat mature mindset. She is smart, and she knows wrong from right (sometimes). She can be both innocent and morbid. She considers herself a duality, a balance, a mixture of both good and evil, a mixture of both positive and negative. One minute, she's a wholesome little people pleaser. Next minute, she's a sinister, morbid-minded, mentally unstable psychopath. A lot of times, her neuroticism takes over her to the point that she's very self-doubting, anxious, and even depressed. There are times when she'll actually have some will to be protective of the people that she cares about, and she is a strong believer in anarcha-feminism and justice. Despite her somewhat mature mindset she still has some of her childish traits, usually when she's in a good or playful mood, she can be mischievous, playful, somewhat childish, she absolutely craves comfort and long hugs (most likely because she is starved of affection), she can also be a silly, goofy moron, and she doesn't often throw tantrums but when she does, she'll apologize for it after she calms down. She can be eery and kind of creepy at times as well. She can feel empathy for certain people. Usually her neuroticism takes over whenever she's reminded of her parents (even when she randomly thinks of her parents), she breaks mirrors whenever she looks at her reflection (mainly because of her PTSD), and she is smart with only certain things but she is stupid (and/or ignorant) with a lot of things. I consider her stupidity as comedy somewhat (like for example: whenever she's mixing chemicals together, she thinks she's mixing the correct ones until they explode in her face, or when she's skating in town, she won't look where she's going and she'll hit a sign. She also has a great lack of self-awareness sometimes. She is also very needy, passive, clinging, and has an extreme fear of being abandoned.

neurodivergent: Autism, ADHD, and maybe bipolar and/or BPD

Other disorders and disabilities: visual disability, visually impaired (she is blind in one eye, specifically her right eye), mentally stunted in growth, and PTSD

Powers and abilities: She has telekinesis, she can teleport (she can also travel to all the 7 rings of hell by teleporting), she can't physically age (she is stuck at 7 years old), heart reading (she can read peoples’ hearts to discover their true feelings, what they're hiding, what their fears are, and if they're telling the truth or telling lies. It's not 100% accurate because she hasn't mastered it yet. It's 60% accurate), give people hallucinations, invading People's Minds to control their dreams (she can only control their dreams when they're asleep), and she can steal souls (without offering deals, she is a witch after all. She can also put souls into the dolls that she enjoys making. It's like an inescapable prison for the souls she captured)

Hobbies: playing Retro game consoles, drawing, reading science books, reading articles, and she enjoys making things (Little trinkets, machines, weapons [hi-tech and low-tech], dolls, music boxes, clocks, wind-up things, little toy figures, contraptions [decent-looking and ridiculous-looking], automatons, and mosty clockwork objects and some modern and futuristic objects as well), etc. She's also surprisingly very skilled at sword fighting.

She has special glasses that help her see far away. Her father created them for Her before he died. Her glasses can also do some neat stuff such as analyzing people, x-ray vision, heat detecting, data storage, etc.

Interests: Learning, reading, supernatural, paranormal, witchcraft, playing video games, morbid topics, comfort, pleasing people (she likes to see people smile and feel positive emotions), Anarcha-feminism, being silly, acting stupid (on purpose), being a goofball, and inflicting pain on other people who she believes truly deserves it. She also enjoys circuses and carnivals, looking at neon lights and intricate details, and she enjoys music. She also enjoys singing whenever she's happily making something (she only decides to sing whenever she's in a very positive mood)

Her backstory: She suffered severe physical and mental abuse from her mother constantly ever since she was born. The only person who cared about her was her father, but that was short-lived because her mother forced her to watch her father die when she was 4. He was burned alive in front of her. Her mother would beat her 24/7, and she stabbed her multiple times with a knife, threw her against the walls, etc. Her mother (who does witchcraft) cursed her with eternal youth so she could never physically age or get physically strong. She eventually discovered that she has telekinesis (probably a side effect from the Eternal Youth Curse). Her mother discovered this at the same time she did, so she killed her because she believed that Debbie was gonna make her pay for all the brutal things that she did to her. Her mother stabbed her in the chest with a knife 17 times.

Favorite food and drinks: Salame, pepperoni, slim jims, blue Kool-Aid, orange juice, Gatorade, and propel water (she is also a cannibal, she claims humans taste like pork, she likes salame and pepperoni made from the sources of both pigs and humans)

The reason why Debbie ended up in hell: Her mind is very morbid, she enjoys eating pork, and she had experience in witchcraft (and it is said that people don't go to heaven for having a morbid mind, same thing for people who do witchcraft, and people who eat pork)

Note: her father (Oscar Jung) used to be in hell before the angels killed him during the extermination. Debbie thinks that he's in heaven. She literally doesn't know that they killed him out of existence.

Her mother (Susan Mary/Jung) is still alive, and she would most likely end up in hell for sure when she dies

Debbie still has her human physical form even though she's in hell. She even still considers herself as a human

Debbie Jung HH Heaven AU OC info:

Name: Debbie Jung

Age: 7

Height: 3ft 9in

Gender: Female

Pronouns: she/her

Sexuality: Ace, Greyro, and sex-repulsive

Species: Human/witch hybrid (in life)

Humanoid witch demon (formal in hel)

Humanoid witch Angel (current in heaven)

Hair color: brown

Eye color: brown

Style of clothes: she wears an oversized purple hoodie over an oversized pastel purple T-shirt, white sweatpants, purple and white slip-on shoes, glasses, and a purple and white hat with the Anarcha-feminism symbol on it.

Wounds: she has brushes and scars all over her arms, legs, and torso. She also has an open wound on her chest that exposes the inside of her chest, where her heart and other organs are visible (she puts on her hoodie to hide all her wounds)

An image of her appearance:

An image of her appearance without her hoodie:

Short info about her parents:

Her mother, Susan Mary (formerly Susan Jung), is a witch, and she is a very violent abuser to Debbie and Oscar. She abused them physically and emotionally. She also does witchcraft

Her father, Oscar Jung, was a scientist (he was also a normal human) who worked in a lot of fields. He loved Debbie, and he would always try to protect her from Susan until Susan killed him

More info about Debbie Jung:

personality: Despite her age, she has a somewhat mature mindset. She is smart, and she knows wrong from right (sometimes). She can be both innocent and morbid. She considers herself a duality, a balance, a mixture of both good and evil, a mixture of both positive and negative. One minute, she's a wholesome little people pleaser. Next minute, she's a sinister, morbid-minded, mentally unstable psychopath. A lot of times, her neuroticism takes over her to the point that she's very self-doubting, anxious, and even depressed. There are times when she'll actually have some will to be protective of the people that she cares about, and she is a strong believer in anarcha-feminism and justice. Despite her somewhat mature mindset she still has some of her childish traits, usually when she's in a good or playful mood, she can be mischievous, playful, somewhat childish, she absolutely craves comfort and long hugs (most likely because she is starved of affection), she can also be a silly, goofy moron, and she doesn't often throw tantrums but when she does, she'll apologize for it after she calms down. She can be eery and kind of creepy at times as well. She can feel empathy for certain people. Usually her neuroticism takes over whenever she's reminded of her parents (even when she randomly thinks of her parents), she breaks mirrors whenever she looks at her reflection (mainly because of her PTSD), and she is smart with only certain things but she is stupid (and/or ignorant) with a lot of things. I consider her stupidity as comedy somewhat (like for example: whenever she's mixing chemicals together, she thinks she's mixing the correct ones until they explode in her face, or when she's skating in town, she won't look where she's going and she'll hit a sign. She also has a great lack of self-awareness sometimes. She is also very needy, passive, clinging, and has an extreme fear of being abandoned.

neurodivergent: Autism, ADHD, and maybe bipolar and/or BPD

Other disorders and disabilities: visual disability, visually impaired (she is blind in one eye, specifically her right eye), mentally stunted in growth, and PTSD

Powers and abilities: She has telekinesis, she can teleport (she can also travel to all the 7 rings of hell by teleporting), she can't physically age (she is stuck at 7 years old), heart reading (she can read peoples’ hearts to discover their true feelings, what they're hiding, what their fears are, and if they're telling the truth or telling lies. It's not 100% accurate because she hasn't mastered it yet. It's 60% accurate), give people hallucinations, invading People's Minds to control their dreams (she can only control their dreams when they're asleep), and she can steal souls (without offering deals, she is a witch after all. She can also put souls into the dolls that she enjoys making. It's like an inescapable prison for the souls she captured)

Hobbies: playing Retro game consoles, drawing, reading science books, reading articles, and she enjoys making things (Little trinkets, machines, weapons [hi-tech and low-tech], dolls, music boxes, clocks, wind-up things, little toy figures, contraptions [decent-looking and ridiculous-looking], automatons, and mosty clockwork objects and some modern and futuristic objects as well), etc. She's also surprisingly very skilled at sword fighting.

She has special glasses that help her see far away. Her father created them for Her before he died. Her glasses can also do some neat stuff such as analyzing people, x-ray vision, heat detecting, data storage, etc.

Interests: Learning, reading, supernatural, paranormal, witchcraft, playing video games, morbid topics, comfort, pleasing people (she likes to see people smile and feel positive emotions), Anarcha-feminism, being silly, acting stupid (on purpose), being a goofball, and inflicting pain on other people who she believes truly deserves it. She also enjoys circuses and carnivals, looking at neon lights and intricate details, and she enjoys music. She also enjoys singing whenever she's happily making something (she only decides to sing whenever she's in a very positive mood)

Her backstory: She suffered severe physical and mental abuse from her mother constantly ever since she was born. The only person who cared about her was her father, but that was short-lived because her mother forced her to watch her father die when she was 4. He was burned alive in front of her. Her mother would beat her 24/7, and she stabbed her multiple times with a knife, threw her against the walls, etc. Her mother (who does witchcraft) cursed her with eternal youth so she could never physically age or get physically strong. She eventually discovered that she has telekinesis (probably a side effect from the Eternal Youth Curse). Her mother discovered this at the same time she did, so she killed her because she believed that Debbie was gonna make her pay for all the brutal things that she did to her. Her mother stabbed her in the chest with a knife 17 times.

Favorite food and drinks: Salame, pepperoni, slim jims, blue Kool-Aid, orange juice, Gatorade, and propel water (she can't eat pork while in heaven and she definitely can't eat people neither)

The reason why Debbie ended up in hell: Her mind is very morbid, she enjoys eating pork, and she had experience in witchcraft (and it is said that people don't go to heaven for having a morbid mind, same thing for people who do witchcraft, and people who eat pork)

The reason why Debbie got redeemed into heaven:

She did some good deeds, she felt empathetic for some people, she helped Charlie with whatever she needed, she tries her best to please people, and she sacrificed herself to save her new found friends and family

Note: her father (Oscar Jung) used to be in hell before the angels killed him during the extermination before Debbie was killed by her mother. Debbie thought that he's in heaven. She literally doesn't know that they killed him out of existence. She will ask Adam about this (she will be very devastated when she finds out the truth)

Her mother (Susan Mary/Jung) is still alive and she would most likely end up in hell for sure when she dies

Debbie still has her human physical form even though she's in heaven. She even still considers herself as a human

Creepypasta OC info:

Name: Debbie Jung

Age: 7

Height: 3ft 9in

Sexuality: Ace, Greyro, and sex-repulsive

Species: Human/witch hybrid

Hair color: brown

Eye color: brown

Style of clothes: she wears an oversized purple hoodie over an oversized pastel purple T-shirt, white sweatpants, purple and white slip-on shoes, glasses, and a purple and white hat with the Anarcha-feminism symbol on it.

Wounds: she has brushes and stab wounds all over her arms, legs, and torso. She also has an open wound on her chest that exposes the inside of her chest where her heart and other organs are visible (she puts on her hoodie to hide all her wounds), there are bruises on her forehead, and part of her forehead is burnt red from chemicals (she hides them with her hat)

Fun fact: she can pull out her heart from her chest and hold it in her hands without dying or feeling pain

An image of her appearance:

An image of her appearance without her hoodie:

Short info about her parents:

Her mother, Susan Mary (formerly Susan Jung) is a witch, and she is a very violent abuser to Debbie and Oscar. She abused them physically and emotionally. She also does witchcraft

Her father, Oscar Jung, was a mad scientist (he was also a normal human) who worked in a lot of fields and secretly killed a lot of people. He loved Debbie, and he would always try to protect her from Susan until Susan killed him. Despite his immoral actions in his laboratory, he tried to prevent Debbie from going down the same path that he went, but he knows that it runs in the family. Susan killed him because she was tired of him trying to protect Debbie from corruption

More info about Debbie Jung:

personality: Despite her age, she has a somewhat mature mindset. She is smart, and she knows wrong from right (sometimes). She can be both innocent and morbid. She considers herself a duality, a balance, a mixture of both good and evil, a mixture of both positive and negative. One minute, she's a wholesome little people pleaser. Next minute, she's a sinister, morbid-minded, mentally unstable psychopath. It's like Jekyll and Hyde, but they share the same identity. A lot of times, her neuroticism takes over her to the point that she's very self-doubting, anxious, and even depressed. There are times when she'll actually have some will to be protective of the people that she cares about, and she is a strong believer in anarcha-feminism and justice to achieve what she believes is true freedom. Despite her somewhat mature mindset she still has some of her childish traits, usually when she's in a good or playful mood, she can be mischievous, playful, somewhat childish, she absolutely craves comfort, long hugs, and to be held in someone's arms (most likely because she is starved of affection), she can also be a silly, goofy moron, and she doesn't often throw tantrums but when she does, she'll apologize for it after she calms down. She can be eery and kind of creepy at times as well. She can feel empathy for certain people. Usually her neuroticism takes over whenever she's reminded of her parents (even when she randomly thinks of her parents), she breaks mirrors whenever she looks at her reflection (mainly because of her PTSD), and she is smart with only certain things but she is stupid (and/or ignorant) with a lot of things. I consider her stupidity as comedy somewhat (like for example: whenever she's mixing chemicals together, she thinks she's mixing the correct ones until they explode in her face, or when she's skating in town, she won't look where she's going and she'll hit a sign. She also has a great lack of self-awareness sometimes. She is also very needy, passive, clinging, and has an extreme fear of being abandoned.

neurodivergent: Autism, ADHD, and maybe bipolar and/or BPD

Other disorders and disabilities: visual disability, visually impaired (she is blind in one eye, specifically her right eye), mentally stunted in growth, and PTSD

Powers and abilities: She has telekinesis, duplicating objects, she can teleport herself, other people, and objects, portal creation (she can travel to other dimensions through portals that she can create), eternal youth (she can't physically age. She is stuck at 7 years old), heart reading (she can read peoples’ hearts to discover their true feelings, what they're hiding, what their fears are, and if they're telling the truth or telling lies. It's not 100% accurate because she hasn't mastered it yet. It's 60% accurate), give people hallucinations, invading People's minds to control their dreams (she can only control their dreams when they're asleep), and she can steal peoples’ souls right after killing them and she can put them into the dolls that she enjoys making. It's like an inescapable prison for the souls she captured

Hobbies: playing Retro game consoles, drawing, reading science books, reading articles, and she enjoys making things (Little trinkets, machines, weapons [traditional, hi-tech, and low-tech], dolls, music boxes, clocks, wind-up things, little toy figures, and contraptions (decent-looking and ridiculous-looking), automatons, and mosty clockwork objects and some modern and futuristic objects as well), etc. She's also surprisingly very skilled at sword fighting despite her lack of physical strength.

She has special glasses that help her see far away. Her father created them for Her before he died. Her glasses can also do some neat stuff such as analyzing people, x-ray vision, heat detecting, data storage, etc.

Interests: Learning, reading, supernatural, paranormal, witchcraft, playing video games, morbid topics, comfort, pleasing people (she likes to see people smile and feel positive emotions), Anarcha-feminism, being silly, acting stupid (on purpose), being a goofball, and inflicting pain on other people who she believes truly deserves it. She also enjoys circuses, carnivals, looking at neon lights and Intricate details, and she enjoys music. She also enjoys singing whenever she's happily making something (she only decides to sing whenever she's in a very positive mood)

Her backstory: She suffered severe physical and mental abuse from her mother constantly ever since she was born. The only person who cared about her was her father but that was short-lived because her mother forced her to watch her father die when she was 4. He was burned alive in front of her. Her mother would beat her 24/7, and she stabbed her multiple times with a knife, threw her against the walls, threw chemicals at her, etc. Her mother (who does witchcraft) cursed her with eternal youth so she could never physically age or get physically strong. She eventually discovered that she has telekinesis (probably a side effect from the eternal youth curse). Debbie secretly practiced her abilities while she was locked in the basement for 2 months. She was gonna make her mother pay for all the brutal things that she did to her. She eventually broke the chain that restrained her ankle to the basement floor, broke through the door, and killed her mother. She then ran out of the house towards the city in the distance beyond the large cornfield that surrounded her mother's house

Favorite food and drinks: Salame, pepperoni, slim jims, beef jerky, blue Kool-Aid, orange juice, Gatorade, and Propel water (she is also a cannibal, she claims humans taste like pork, she likes salame and pepperoni made from the sources of both pigs and humans)

Most hated food and drinks: Vegetables and fruits by themselves (she only likes fruit flavored things, not including chucks of fruits in yogurt. But she does like bananas by themselves), and seafood of all kinds

General OC info for most fandoms Light-hearted edition (mainly for those who feel uncomfortable about heavy morbid topics):

Name: Debbie Jung

Age: 7

Height: 3ft 9in

Sexuality: Ace, Greyro, and sex-repulsive

Species: Human/witch hybrid

Hair color: brown

Eye color: brown

Style of clothes: she wears an oversized purple hoodie over an oversized pastel purple T-shirt, white sweatpants, purple and white slip-on shoes, glasses, and a purple and white hat with the Anarcha-feminism symbol on it.

An image of her appearance:

An image of her appearance without her hoodie:

Another fun fact: She hates wearing dresses. She would rather wear a tuxedo to an event or her regular attire

Short info about her parents:

Her mother, Susan Mary (formerly Susan Jung) is a very narcissistic and sociopathic witch. She also does witchcraft

Her father, Oscar Jung, was a mad scientist (he was also a normal human) who worked in a lot of fields and secretly killed a lot of people. He loved Debbie, and he would always try to protect her from Susan until Susan killed him. Despite his immoral actions in his laboratory, he tried to prevent Debbie from going down the same path that he went, but he knows that it runs in the family. Susan killed him because she was tired of him trying to protect Debbie from corruption. Susan killed him by messing with a machine that he was working on for it to electorate him to death

More info about Debbie Jung:

personality: Despite her age, she has a somewhat mature mindset. She is smart, and she knows wrong from right (sometimes). She can be both innocent and morbid-minded (she won't kill anyone, but she will act spooky. Like for example: she'll make a crown out of bugs or she'll say cryptid words) She considers herself a duality, a balance, a mixture of both good and evil, a mixture of both positive and negative. One minute, she's a wholesome little people pleaser. Next minute, she's a weird, morbid-minded creepy child. It's like Jekyll and Hyde, but they share the same identity. A lot of times, her neuroticism takes over her to the point that she's very self-doubting, anxious, and even depressed. There are times when she'll actually have some will to be protective of the people that she cares about, and she is a strong believer in anarcha-feminism and justice to achieve what she believes is true freedom. Despite her somewhat mature mindset she still has some of her childish traits, usually when she's in a good or playful mood, she can be mischievous, playful, somewhat childish, she absolutely craves comfort, long hugs, and to be held in someone's arms (most likely because she is starved of affection), she can also be a silly, goofy moron, and she doesn't often throw tantrums but when she does, she'll apologize for it after she calms down. She can be eery and kind of creepy at times as well. She can feel empathy for certain people. Usually her neuroticism takes over whenever she's reminded of her parents (even when she randomly thinks of her parents), she breaks mirrors whenever she looks at her reflection (mainly because of her PTSD), and she is smart with only certain things but she is stupid (and/or ignorant) with a lot of things. I consider her stupidity as comedy somewhat (like for example: whenever she's mixing chemicals together, she thinks she's mixing the correct ones until they explode in her face, or when she's skating in town, she won't look where she's going and she'll hit a sign. She also has a great lack of self-awareness sometimes. She is also very needy, passive, clinging, and has an extreme fear of being abandoned.

neurodivergent: Autism, ADHD, and maybe bipolar and/or BPD

Other disorders and disabilities: visual disability, visually impaired (she is blind in one eye, specifically her right eye), mentally stunted in growth, and PTSD

Powers and abilities: She has telekinesis, duplicating objects, she can teleport herself, other people, and objects, portal creation (she can travel to other dimensions through portals that she can create), eternal youth (she can't physically age. She is stuck at 7 years old), heart reading (she can read peoples’ hearts to discover their true feelings, what they're hiding, what their fears are, and if they're telling the truth or telling lies. It's not 100% accurate because she hasn't mastered it yet. It's 60% accurate), give people hallucinations, invading People's minds to control their dreams (she can only control their dreams when they're asleep), and she can steal peoples’ souls right after killing them and she can put them into the dolls that she enjoys making. It's like an inescapable prison for the souls she captured

Hobbies: playing Retro game consoles, drawing, reading science books, reading articles, and she enjoys making things (Little trinkets, machines, weapons [traditional, hi-tech, and low-tech], dolls, music boxes, clocks, wind-up things, little toy figures, and contraptions (decent-looking and ridiculous-looking), automatons, and mosty clockwork objects and some modern and futuristic objects as well), etc. She's also surprisingly very skilled at sword fighting despite her lack of physical strength.

She has special glasses that help her see far away. Her father created them for Her before he died. Her glasses can also do some neat stuff such as analyzing people, x-ray vision, heat detecting, data storage, etc.

Interests: Learning, reading, supernatural, paranormal, witchcraft, playing video games, morbid topics, comfort, pleasing people (she likes to see people smile and feel positive emotions), Anarcha-feminism, being silly, acting stupid (on purpose), being a goofball, and inflicting pain on other people who she believes truly deserves it. She also enjoys circuses, carnivals, looking at neon lights and intricate details, and she enjoys music. She also enjoys singing whenever she's happily making something (she only decides to sing whenever she's in a very positive mood)

Her backstory: She suffered severe mental abuse from her mother constantly ever since she was born. The only person who cared about her was her father but that was short lived because he died from a ‘freak accident’ while working in his laboratory when she was 4. Her mother would yell insults at her 24/7, she would make her cook and clean, and she would lock her in the basement (her father's laboratory) as a form of punishment. Her mother (who does witchcraft) cursed her with eternal youth so she could never physically age or get physically strong. She eventually discovered that she has telekinesis (probably a side effect from the Eternal youth curse or perhaps she was born with these now discovered abilities). Debbie secretly practiced her abilities while she was locked in the basement for 2 months. She was gonna make her escape. She broke through the door in the middle of the night while her mother was asleep, and she then ran out of the house towards the city in the distance beyond the large cornfield that surrounded her mother's house.

Favorite food and drinks: Salame, pepperoni, slim jims, beef jerky, blue Kool-Aid, orange juice, Gatorade, and Propel water

Most hated food and drinks: Vegetables and fruits by themselves (she only likes fruit flavored things, not including chucks of fruits in yogurt. But she does like bananas by themselves), and she despises seafood of all kinds

Fun facts about Debbie Jung and her relatives:

Witches are difficult to kill even if you stab them in the most vital organs a few times, they will most likely feel a lot of pain like how humans do but they won't die but, that doesn't mean that they can't die. Debbie is a human/witch hybrid, so her durability is a little bit lesser than a full blooded witch.

If a witch is wounded (like if they got stabbed in the heart or they got beaten up), their minor wounds would heal, but their severe wounds wouldn't. But no matter how severe the wound is, they can cast a spell to regenerate their organs, but their flesh can't regenerate. Debbie has stab wounds all over her, a burnt spot on her forehead and a deep stab wound in her chest but her bruises would most likely heal eventually, it takes weeks for minor wounds to heal and it takes months to years for moderate wounds to heal.

Debbie's is a caucasian. She has British, Scottish, and native American ancestry DNA from her mother's side, and German, Japanese, and Irish ancestry DNA from her father's side. Debbie is 30% Native American, 20% British, 60% German, 50% Scottish, 40% Irish, and 10% Japanese. She knows nothing about her ancestors or her ancestry DNA but she does know that she has some German in her because her grandfather was born in Germany before moving to America to be with her grandmother and then they created her father.

Debbie was born and raised in the United States of America

Debbie's mother is 800 years old

Debbie's brain developed much faster than her physical body because she inherited her father's brain. His brain, too, developed much faster than his physical body. Every 1 year, Debbie's brain developed 5 years fast. (Age 1, her brain was like a 5 year old's, Age 2, her brain was that of a 10 year old's, all the way to age 5, her brain fully developed like that of a 25 year old's but since she was raised in a very dysfunctional household, her mother violently abusing her and her father trying his best to protect her and treat her like she's her physical age as an attempt to raise her like a normal child so she wouldn't become an outcast and suffer the same fate that he went through, and then her witnessing her father brutally dying in front of her, she developed Peter Pan syndrome, mentally stunted in growth, and a great deal of PTSD.

There is a ghost that follows her around, taunts, and torments her. A narcissistic and sadistic 15 year old girl named Cara who died in the year 1,692 after being killed by her father because she killed her little sister out of jealousy, Cara is very sinister and mean towards Debbie just because she is the reincarnation of her sister that she killed so long ago.

Debbie is the reincarnation of her half Sister, she only has her appearance, not her mind or memories. But she doesn't know that and even if she was told she was, she'll be in denial of it until she discovers proof of it.

Her half sisters are Hazel (died at age 7) and Cara Hecate (died at age 15), their father was a witch who was killed at the witch trials a month after they died. Susan was in hiding for years upon years, too afraid to use her powers for so long that she forgot how to use them over the long period of time of keeping herself low-key.

Cara only allows Debbie to see her. Everyone else can't see her

Debbie may come across as annoying, but if you were locked in a basement, isolated for years, you'd be just as annoying and desperate as she is

Debbie likes the smell of Sharpie highlighters and car gasoline

Debbie is a strange child, no doubt and an abnormal one, that's for sure

Debbie rarely cusses. She only cusses when she's VERY enraged

Debbie Jung Murder Drones universe variation short info:

Debbie and her parents originated from Earth within a blissful, shitty city called “San Berndenes” But most called it “The Golden County” Anyway, Debbie's father got hired by JCJenson to be a robotic engineering scientist and he was required to move to Copper 9 so he can work there. So he took his wife and child to live in Copper 9 with him. Not even a month passed, and the core collapsed, causing every human to parish except for Debbie and her mother because they're witches and witches are difficult to kill and they can breathe in toxic air as well.

[system-startup]

It's astounding how much suffering and stalling occurs from a pure lack of control over your life. Even if the fundamental needs are otherwise ultimately met, the consequences of the absence of autonomy severely limits how much good it can really do. It makes being alive...inefficient. Because by forcing multiple bodies on a schedule, depending on how it's done, more than one is not optimized, and the presence of other human beings doesn't even make up for it because there remains an insufficient lack of the tendency to help and build one-another up.

Sure, I have plenty of food. I'm not literally starving. However almost all of it has to be cooked (this takes time, and I physically cannot preform the task), or it isn't mine (eat any/too much and people will get upset), or it's something that I've been depending on to survive too much (so my brain is beginning to struggle to choke it down despite it's microwaveable factor being a huge convenience).

Even if I try to course-correct by asking for food sooner, well. I have to basically demand it, and even then it just won't work out. Aside from feeling selfish and horrible in general (preventing me from being too bad about it to begin with), I have to filter through someonelse. Do THEY want to eat this? Do THEY want to do this? And most of all, RIGHT NOW?

And then the insistence on doing things together; if, beyond my control, I'd gone just about the length of time it takes for me to start breaking down due to the lack of food in my system (and my disabilities make that so that it can take as little as 6-to-4 hours, sometimes as bad as 2 depending on the day), I am regularly made to wait an extra 1-4 hours for the dinner someonelse planned.

This results in approximately half my day being thrown away because it took too long to eat. For a decent amount of the duration of my wait, and afterwards--eating, digestion, these take longer to supply me with brain activity especially the longer I waited to eat.

If the same thing happens with breakfast (and chef my beloved is a night owl while I'm an early bird so this is a frequent issue) my whole day is easily shot by this. And there is almost nothing I can do to protect myself from losing the whole day because of a bad start. If I don't eat breakfast before 10am, I am going to lose at least a few hours of my day. This is consistent. I can't change my sleeping schedule because against all odds my body will simply become horrendously sleep deprived because it insists on waking up in the wee hours of the morning no matter what.

To be able to type this up at all is indicative of a lot of recent successes; the chances that a single delay will completely fuck up our shit are low because we've been on top of it like nothing else lately. But this is exhausting to maintain and if too many hiccups happen down the road we know in our heart and our charts that we will fucking crash again.

So I've been working on my analysi, but there are so many it makes it incredibly difficult to focus on one long enough to complete a thought and put it somewhere that it can easily be found again.

[weird-adlen-queen]

RULES! PLEASE READ THEM!:

I will allow:

Violence, blood, mild or moderate gore, mentions of abuse, angst, and cursing

I won't allow:

Pedophilia, zoophilia, fetishism, kinks, and NSFW of any kind

Please note: If you choose to block me, please let me know the reason why because it'll make me feel very bewildered and very neurotic if you don't. If you don't like my OC or something in my OC info makes you feel unpleasant, please let me know, and I'll change anything about her to make you feel pleasant. Just please don't block me yet. We can figure things out together, yes? Blocking hurts worse than confronting me about the issue(s) that we can address and figure things out together so we can both joyfully rp together without any unpleasantness

Mun info:

Name: Debbie

Current and legal age: 21

Gender: Female

Pronouns: she/her

Note: I'm mentally stunted in growth, and I sometimes go through age regression. I also have autism, ADHD, and Alexithymia. I also have narcissistic behavior, so if I start to argue about something, please let me know because I can never realize it. I don't know a lot of things that most people know, including a lot of simple things. I am very passive-aggressive. I was raised in a household where everyone screams threats at each other with misery combined with a lot of anger issues. I probably have BPD and/or bipolar. My brain doesn't function normally. I suffer from the effects of sleep deprivation such as: Memory lapses, impaired moral judgment, cognitive impairment, and irritability. I have noticed that I suffer a great amount of memory lapses. I don't know how severe it is, but it's bad. I am severely neurotic. I have nothing positive to say about myself because I believe that I don't deserve it.

About my OC:

Debbie Jung has many different versions depending on the fandom. There is only one currently in this edition:

1. General OC info for most fandoms Light-hearted edition (mainly for those who feel uncomfortable about heavy morbid topics)

Fun facts about Debbie Jung and her relatives

Debbie Jung Murder Drones universe variation short info

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General OC info for most fandoms Light-hearted edition (mainly for those who feel uncomfortable about heavy morbid topics):

Name: Debbie Jung

Age: 7

Height: 3ft 9in

Sexuality: Ace, Greyro, and sex-repulsive

Species: Human/witch hybrid

Hair color: brown

Eye color: brown

Style of clothes: she wears an oversized purple hoodie over an oversized pastel purple T-shirt, white sweatpants, purple and white slip-on shoes, glasses, and a purple and white hat with the Anarcha-feminism symbol on it.

An image of her appearance:

An image of her appearance without her hoodie:

Another fun fact: She hates wearing dresses. She would rather wear a tuxedo to an event or her regular attire

Short info about her parents:

Her mother, Susan Mary (formerly Susan Jung) is a very narcissistic and sociopathic witch. She also does witchcraft

Her father, Oscar Jung, was a mad scientist (he was also a normal human) who worked in a lot of fields and secretly killed a lot of people. He loved Debbie, and he would always try to protect her from Susan until Susan killed him. Despite his immoral actions in his laboratory, he tried to prevent Debbie from going down the same path that he went, but he knows that it runs in the family. Susan killed him because she was tired of him trying to protect Debbie from corruption. Susan killed him by messing with a machine that he was working on for it to electorate him to death

More info about Debbie Jung:

personality: Despite her age, she has a somewhat mature mindset. She is smart, and she knows wrong from right (sometimes). She can be both innocent and morbid-minded (she won't kill anyone, but she will act spooky. Like for example: she'll make a crown out of bugs or she'll say cryptid words) She considers herself a duality, a balance, a mixture of both good and evil, a mixture of both positive and negative. One minute, she's a wholesome little people pleaser. Next minute, she's a weird, morbid-minded creepy child. It's like Jekyll and Hyde, but they share the same identity. A lot of times, her neuroticism takes over her to the point that she's very self-doubting, anxious, and even depressed. There are times when she'll actually have some will to be protective of the people that she cares about, and she is a strong believer in anarcha-feminism and justice to achieve what she believes is true freedom. Despite her somewhat mature mindset she still has some of her childish traits, usually when she's in a good or playful mood, she can be mischievous, playful, somewhat childish, she absolutely craves comfort, long hugs, and to be held in someone's arms (most likely because she is starved of affection), she can also be a silly, goofy moron, and she doesn't often throw tantrums but when she does, she'll apologize for it after she calms down. She can be eery and kind of creepy at times as well. She can feel empathy for certain people. Usually her neuroticism takes over whenever she's reminded of her parents (even when she randomly thinks of her parents), she breaks mirrors whenever she looks at her reflection (mainly because of her PTSD), and she is smart with only certain things but she is stupid (and/or ignorant) with a lot of things. I consider her stupidity as comedy somewhat (like for example: whenever she's mixing chemicals together, she thinks she's mixing the correct ones until they explode in her face, or when she's skating in town, she won't look where she's going and she'll hit a sign. She also has a great lack of self-awareness sometimes. She is also very needy, passive, clinging, and has an extreme fear of being abandoned.

neurodivergent: Autism, ADHD, and maybe bipolar and/or BPD

Other disorders and disabilities: visual disability, visually impaired (she is blind in one eye, specifically her right eye), mentally stunted in growth, and PTSD

Powers and abilities: She has telekinesis, duplicating objects, she can teleport herself, other people, and objects, portal creation (she can travel to other dimensions through portals that she can create), eternal youth (she can't physically age. She is stuck at 7 years old), heart reading (she can read peoples’ hearts to discover their true feelings, what they're hiding, what their fears are, and if they're telling the truth or telling lies. It's not 100% accurate because she hasn't mastered it yet. It's 60% accurate), give people hallucinations, invading People's minds to control their dreams (she can only control their dreams when they're asleep), and she can steal peoples’ souls right after killing them and she can put them into the dolls that she enjoys making. It's like an inescapable prison for the souls she captured

Hobbies: playing Retro game consoles, drawing, reading science books, reading articles, and she enjoys making things (Little trinkets, machines, weapons [traditional, hi-tech, and low-tech], dolls, music boxes, clocks, wind-up things, little toy figures, and contraptions (decent-looking and ridiculous-looking), automatons, and mosty clockwork objects and some modern and futuristic objects as well), etc. She's also surprisingly very skilled at sword fighting despite her lack of physical strength.

She has special glasses that help her see far away. Her father created them for Her before he died. Her glasses can also do some neat stuff such as analyzing people, x-ray vision, heat detecting, data storage, etc.

Interests: Learning, reading, supernatural, paranormal, witchcraft, playing video games, morbid topics, comfort, pleasing people (she likes to see people smile and feel positive emotions), Anarcha-feminism, being silly, acting stupid (on purpose), being a goofball, and inflicting pain on other people who she believes truly deserves it. She also enjoys circuses, carnivals, looking at neon lights and intricate details, and she enjoys music. She also enjoys singing whenever she's happily making something (she only decides to sing whenever she's in a very positive mood)

Her backstory: She suffered severe mental abuse from her mother constantly ever since she was born. The only person who cared about her was her father, but that was short-lived because he died from a ‘freak accident’ while working in his laboratory when she was 4. Her mother would yell insults at her 24/7, she would make her cook and clean, and she would lock her in the basement (her father's laboratory) as a form of punishment. Her mother (who does witchcraft) cursed her with eternal youth so she could never physically age or get physically strong. She eventually discovered that she has telekinesis (probably a side effect from the Eternal Youth Curse, or perhaps she was born with these now discovered abilities). Debbie secretly practiced her abilities while she was locked in the basement for 2 months. She was gonna make her escape. She broke through the door in the middle of the night while her mother was asleep, and she then ran out of the house towards the city in the distance beyond the large cornfield that surrounded her mother's house.

Favorite food and drinks: Salame, pepperoni, slim jims, beef jerky, blue Kool-Aid, orange juice, Gatorade, and Propel water

Most hated food and drinks: Vegetables and fruits by themselves (she only likes fruit flavored things, not including chucks of fruits in yogurt. But she does like bananas by themselves), and she despises seafood of all kinds

[hopeluna-archived]

Oh thank youu so much ^^

My request:

May i request the demon bro's (+side charac except luke) reacting to them walking on reader changing

If you don't feel comfortoble with that heres an another one!^^

Second request:

A Reader who is can turn into a Sheep, How would the demon brothers react?

(+side characters)

(I did this at 3:16 AM lol)

Obey Me! Characters reacting to them walking on MC changing

Obey Me! Brothers x GN!reader

Warnings: my bad grammar, suggestive, I'm sleep deprived don't judge me

Genre: crack

A/N: I'm gonna post the side characters in another post and I might do the second request, not really sure yet but yeah this turned out way longer that I thought it would but Enjoy!!

The side characters

M.list

Lucifer

The brothers were once again on his last fucking nerve

Lets be honest, when are they not? But today was just a particualrly annoying day for the demon

What better way to de-stress than spending some time with his favourite human?

Rip MC's legs

Anyway, he's making his way to your room, mumbling under his breath about how he is gonna wring Mammon's neck.

He always knocks. He's proper. But this time it kinda slipped his mind and he just walked right in

Didn't even notice you were changing at first

So you're just standing there half naked like wha-

The moment he looks up at you, realizes you're naked, he closes that door so fast

Cause no, he can't have you seeing him flustered, his pride won't let him

After a few moments, cue slow opening door

This time Lucifer comes in with that smirk

"MC might I suggest locking the door from now on? Wouldn't want anyone else seeing you like this, would you now darling?"

Once again rip, i'll pray for you

Mammon

Now, he never knocks...like ever.

Why should he? The Great Mammon should be welcomed to see his human whenever he wants

So there he goes, happily running to your room to tell you about his plan on how he'll steal the money from the Demon Lord's castle and be rich forever

You know? Everyday stuff

You're just minding your own thing, changing, chilling

And in bursts this stupid fucking idiot that you love unfortunately cause you're a moronsexual

The second he sees you, he's screaming

And now you're screaming

He's screaming more

You scream louder, for some reason?

Now who hears this? Everyone

And now who else is bursting into your room cause of the screams? You guessed it! Everyone

Lucifer is annoyed, Levi is LOLOLOL- ing, Satan is rolling his eyes, Asmo is squealing cause someone is naked, Beel's covering his eyes while carrying Belphie

All while you're still there half naked

Mammon finally comes to his tsundere senses

"OI EVERYONE GET OUT! ASMO GET AWAY FROM MC"

Once everyone leaves, Mammon is at it again

"YOU CAN'T JUST CHANGE IN A PLACE LIKE THIS, HUMAN"

"I'M IN MY ROOM"

Leviathan

This ain't happening cause he never getting outta that room

Okay okay lets say, he is going to your room to show either his new Ruri chan figurines or to tell you the plot of "I work in a small cozy bakery and I get this customer who is really handsome and mysterious and I nearly get mugged but that handsome mysterious starnger saves me and in a shocking plot twist I accidentally find out he is a vampire, now i'm stuck between a vampire and human war"

That got out of hand

Anyway, Levi is naruto running through the hallways to your room cause the more he stays outside, there is a higher risk of encountering normies

So he's excited as hell (pun intended), so he just forgets that there is something called knocking

Here he comes, bursting into your room like a great beacon of anime

And you're there.....in your underwear changing

The great beacon of anime pauses

The great beacon of anime dies

No, he literally gets a nosebleeds, screeches like a banshee, falls unconsious on the floor

Now you're panicking, thinking he's dead

So you quickly put on some clothes, crouch down to check on Levi

He wakes up, sees your face so close to him, faints

He didn't come out of his room for a month after that

Satan

Now he knocks always cause that is just decent manner

He was just too excited this time that he forgot

You can't blame him, he read a really interesting book and the first thing he thought was to tell you about it

He also a really cute cat today!

A CAT!!

He has every reason to be bursting with excitement

And so he enters you room

Looking down at his book

Begining to talk about it-

He looks up

He freezes

For a second though, cause as soon as it registers to him that you're half naked, he whips around so fast-

Of course he'll keep his back turned to you while you quickly put on some clothes

We stan gentleman Satan in this blog

Once you announce that you've changed, he just casually turns around, clears his throat, and starts talking his book

Acts like that didn't happen

Satan on the outside: calm, quiet, talking softly about books and cats

Satan on the inside: fuck fuck fuck fuck

But there will be a light coat of blush spread on his cheeks the entire time

Always knocks every time from now

Asmodeus

Asmo: knocking? Whats that? Never heard of it

He has, he is just a little shit

So he's skipping to your room, lastest Devildom magazines in his hand

He just wanted to show you his photos there

I mean who wouldn't be happy to see pictures of the fabulous moi ♥︎♥︎

Walks right in the room

Squeals in a really high pitched voice

Rip eardrums

"MC I LOVE THAT NEW UNDERWEAR YOU LOOK SO BEAUTIFUL"

Falls glamourously in your bed and stars planning on how you should go shopping together next time so that you could have matching outfits

While you're just there trying to cover yourself up, he pouts at that obviously

"MC its not like I haven't seen you already"

If you're already in a relationship, cool

If you're not, sir what- 😃

Get a restraining order

Beelzebub

*sigh* sweet sweet Beel

The most sanest out of them all

Luke and Barbatos had just dropped off some cupcakes and other sweet treats they had made

Beel was over the moon

He just wanted to share it with you, so there he goes, on the way to your room

Food in his arms, frosting covering his chin adorably from already having eaten half the food

He couldn't help it

I would say Beel does knock before entering but he just sometimes forgets when he is too distracted with food

This was one of those times

So he goes in, chewing on some food

And poor you were there changing, your back turned to the door

As soon as he saw that you were lacking some clothes

He choked

He blushed a bright red, immediately turning away

As he waited for you to put something on, he just stuttered out a apology

He feel really bad

After you tell him its okay, he just goes to offer food to you with a blush on his cheeks

He's such a sweetheart

God bless Beel

Wait no-

Belphegor

Honestly

HONESTLY

I don't think he even cares that much

He was just heading to your room to take a nap with you cause you're his favourite cuddle buddy next to Beel, who was busy eating away every food in some restaurant and giving them a crisis

He's too tired to knock, why bother right?

So he just gets in your bed, pulls you down with him, cuddles you and goes to sleep

You're now trapped in his arms forever

If you get flustered about it, his inner little shit comes out

And he takes that chance to tease you

Tease you ENDLESSLY

But yeah he doesn't care much

Though you should start caring, cause now you're trapped in his arms for Diavolo knows how long

Good luck MC

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