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samfkiszka · 7 days

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This is how it feels to be in love, This is life from above

or a short boyfriend josh x fem reader

Word Count: 3,295

WARNINGS: SMUT!! 18+ ONLY! Oral (male receiving), dry humping, unprotected PIV sex (wrap it before you tap it i guess), sub!josh/switch!josh, handcuffs, a little bit of denial?, if i’m missing anything let me know!

a/n: okay it’s short and probably mediocre, but i’ve been so extremely busy lately. paper bag ch 4 is OTW! i am nearly done, i promise.

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You press your body flush against him, relishing the soft whimpers muffled by your clashing lips. His hands roam against the expanse of your back, gripping the soft flesh needily. Your head is spinning, intoxicated by nothing but Josh. Every facet of him was invading your senses; the feel of his hands, the smell of his cologne, the sweet noises you were managing to elicit from your position above him. He ground his hips up, pushing his hard-on against you in a desperate attempt to feel any sort of friction. You were seconds away from giving in, unbuttoning his jeans and touching him only the way you were allowed to; the way that would have had him whining beautifully underneath you.

Too bad you didn’t have enough time.

You were cut off by the shrill sound of a phone ringing beside you, the ringtone you had specifically set for Jake– Josh’s twin brother. Reluctantly pulling away from Josh, who was quick to try and tug you back to him, you answered the phone with an exasperated huff.

“Hello?” You breathe, trying your best to sound calm and collected.

“Where the fuck are you guys? We’ve been banging on the door for ten minutes,” Jake chuckled, not sounding the least bit irritated at your lack of awareness and hospitality.

“Fuck,” you mumble, turning to Josh. Eyes blown, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, hair in disarray– he was truly a sight to behold. “Be there in a second.” You hang up before Jake can respond, tossing the phone on the bed so hard it tumbles to the ground with a thunk.

“They’re here.”

“Who?” Josh pants, still greedily exploring your body.

“Your brothers,” you grumbled, pushing off of Josh.

“Huh?” He hums, not entirely focused on the words coming out of your mouth.

“Movie night,” you explain, reminding him of the event he scheduled earlier in the day. You glance in the mirror for a moment, fixing your hair to the best of your ability. You turn to face Josh, drinking in his disheveled appearance, “Better fix yourself up, sweet boy,” you warn, all too aware of how relentlessly his brother’s would tease him if they saw him like this.

“Tell them to go away,” Josh complains, propping himself up on his elbows, “C’mon, I- I’ve been so good, I just wanna touch you.”

“Sorry, angel, you're the one who invited them.” You ignore him, racing to the front of your apartment to let your somewhat unwelcome guests in. bc

Sam is still banging against the door when you tear it open, grinning from ear to ear when he spots you.

“Fucking finally,” he laughs, “What took you so long?”

“Um, got caught up doing something,” you mumble, glancing behind you to spot Josh sauntering in.

“Yeah, there’s something right there,” Danny teases, eyeing Josh.

Jake shoves in, rolling his eyes and tossing a pizza down onto your coffee table. He plops down on the couch, grabbing the remote so assuredly it was like he owned the place; he nearly did with the amount of time he spent over here.

“Have a seat,” You sigh sarcastically, shooting an apologetic glance over to Josh.

Not like you have any reason to feel bad, he was the one who invited them earlier. But he was also right– he had been good, he always was. He did deserve a reward, for you to make him feel good.

Although, you did enjoy the idea of watching him squirm all night.

“Decide on a movie?” You ask casually, sitting down in the squished armchair next to Josh. His breath hitches at the sudden contact, tensing almost immediately.

“Nope,” Jake answers, popping the “p”.

“He wants to watch The Princess Bride again,” Sam grumbles.

“No way, we’ve seen that a million times,” Danny complains.

You let their banter fade into background noise, knowing full well neither you or Josh were capable of paying any sort of attention to a movie right now. He turns to face you, his face neary pained as he studies your features.

“Sorry,” you frown teasingly, running your hand gently up and down his arm.

He clears his throat nervously, goosebumps prickling his skin where you were touching.

“That sound good guys?” Jake’s voice snaps you back to reality.

“Huh?” Josh coughs, eyes darting around the room anxiously.

“Treasure Island.”

“Y-yeah, sounds fine.”

Jake laughs, flicking the pizza box open and pressing play on the movie. Truthfully, it didn’t matter what movie was playing. Your eyes were squarely on Josh’s face, while his were glazed over in his attempt to pay attention to the screen.

Maybe it was fucked up, thinking about him like this when his brothers were sitting only two feet away. Images of pinning him under you, handcuffing him to the headboard. Denying him release just to hear him beg for what he wants in his sweet, lilting voice. Driving him crazy, refusing to let him touch you when that’s the only thing he ever really wants. It was so easy to work him up, to have him melting in your hands.

The movie continued to play, enrapturing the attention of your now fully unwelcome houseguests. Josh shifted subtly, pressing the throw pillow he had been clenching against his crotch in an extremely non-conspicuous manner.

“You okay?” You whisper lovingly, trying not to garner too much attention.

“Hm? Yeah, fine,” he strains, shifting against you once again.

“You sure? You look a little…” You trail off teasingly, scratching your nails against his arm.

“No, m’good,” his voice cracks, betraying his true feelings.

“Poor baby,” you coo, leaning your head onto his shoulder. His breath hitches, and he closes his eyes, cursing softly under his breath.

Scenes flash on the screen but it didn’t matter to either of you. Sam talked loudly over the movie, earning annoyed groans from both Jake and Danny, yet neither of you seemed to care. The pizza dwindled away, but food was the last thing on your mind.

No, all you cared about in this moment was Josh; touching him, kissing him, worshiping him. And you could tell that was the only thing on his mind too. The way his chest heaved, his cheeks flushed, the way he chewed his perfect bottom lip; he was so far gone you couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for him.

What felt like an eternity later, the movie was over and the guys were clamoring to start another.

“No!” Josh shouts, surprising nearly everyone.

They all turn to face him, faces expressing a mixture of worry and shock.

“Sorry, I just- I mean- stomachache,” He stammers, eyes downcast to the floor.

“You okay, man?” Jake asked, laughing tentatively.

“He’s fine.” You rub his back soothingly, playing up the bit, “We ate at that one place earlier, I think the chicken had gone bad,” you explain, pulling on the memory you had of Jake locking himself up in the bathroom for twenty four hours after eating at a specific restaurant downtown.

“Oh, yikes.” Jake scratches his face, brows furrowed in concern, “Well… feel better man.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of him,” you assure, glancing at Josh’s pouty face.

“Sure you will.” Sam rolls his eyes, standing up with a grunt and stretching dramatically, “We’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Hope you feel better, Josh!” Danny shouts over Sam’s shoulder as they begin shoving out the door. Jake scoffs, shooting the two of you a more than knowing look.

Once the door clicks shut it’s impressive how quickly Josh is latching on to you. His hands clutching your sides, his mouth pressing hurried kisses to your neck.

“Please-” He chokes out, his voice cracking.

You shush him, petting his hair in an attempt to calm him down. You loved giving Josh what he wanted— he was more than deserving most of the time. Truly, all he wanted was to please you. But a tiny part of you, one that you tried to keep at bay, reveled in denying him. In refusing his wishes to touch you, kiss you, make you feel good.

He grabs your hand, tugging you towards the bedroom and a little voice in your brain reminds you of a certain object you had stowed away in a shoebox under your bed. A pair of handcuffs that you had initially bought as a joke— before you realized just how much you got off on using them on Josh.

You follow behind, letting him have his moment, letting him think that finally he was going to get the release his body had been screaming for all night.

He pulls you onto the bed, lips desperately seeking out your own as the two of you crash together in a heap of tangled limbs. His touch is urgent, exploring every dip and curve of your body like he had never touched you before. You pull back, breathless and flushed.

“Get the cuffs.”

His face falls, a pout gracing his perfect features, “Why?”

You stare at him silently, trying your best to appear firm and demanding. It was never easy with him.

“Because I said so.”

“But…” He’s fully frowning now, obviously hurt that you’re adding yet another obstacle separating the two of you, “I just… Mama, please, let me make you feel good. You know it’s all I wanna do.”

“I know, angel,” you hum, running your hands through his curls, “Don’t you trust me?”

He nods, still frowning, still silently refusing to do what you asked. You press a gentle kiss to his forehead, drinking in the sweet whine that slips past his swollen lips. He hesitates, but slowly lifts off the bed, reaching underneath and then pulling out the orange shoebox. He flips open the lid, revealing a wide array of toys, before pulling out the silvery handcuffs.

“Good boy,” you praise as he hands you the cuffs. He can act like he doesn’t want to wear them all he wants, but the way he’s straining against his jeans… you knew him too well to accept that this wasn’t something he wanted, “Do you remember our safe word?” You whisper, smiling when he nods enthusiastically.

“Undress for me, sweet boy.”

He rips off his clothes in record time, leaving only his boxers on and tossing the others into a random corner of your shared room. He lays down without question, lifting his hands up to the baseboard— he was familiar with this routine.

You crawl up his body slowly, tantalizingly, peppering kisses along the bare expanse of his torso. You shift into a sitting position, leaning over and clicking the cuffs loosely against his wrists. He tugs them once, showing you that he’s fully locked up. You shimmy down his body once more, lining your face up with clothed crotch. You press a kiss to the painfully obvious bulge that’s straining against his black boxers.

His hips buck up so hard he slams into your face, quickly muttering out an apology as he relentlessly grinds against nothing in a desperate attempt to feel any sort of relief.

“God… p- please touch me.”

“I am touching you,” You mumble, running your hands along his body, finally halting at the waistband of his boxers.

“You know what I mean,” he whines, staring at you so intently you suddenly feel embarrassed.

“Nuh uh.” You shake your head, “Use your words, angel.”

“Please, don’t make me say it.”

You roll your eyes, sliding the boxers down his legs slowly. Your mouth nearly starts to water when he springs from the confines he had been straining against all day. Precum is already leaking from his painfully red tip, spreading against his bare skin.

You lean down, maintaining eye contact as you lick slowly up the length of his cock. He inhales sharply, biting his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood from the looks of it. He holds the breath, watching as you take him fully into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks around him.

His hips instinctively force themselves up, causing you to gag roughly around him. A string of barely audible apologies slip past his beautiful lips, as he strains against the cuffs, angry red indents sure to appear on his wrists if he kept up like this. Your eyes water, tears threatening to spill past your waterline. Usually, you’d punish him for this, but you figured he had been through enough today. After all, he was being good.

Lilting whimpers fill the empty room, sending heat straight to your aching core. You grind your hips against the mattress, desperate for anything, anything that would hold you over while you continued to work Josh up. Just the thought of finally feeling him after waiting all day was enough to make you moan around him.

“F-fuck,” he whined, pulling so hard against the cheap cuffs you were sure they’d snap in two, “I’m gonna cum if you keep that up.”

You pull off with a pop, wiping the spit from your mouth, your cheeks tinged pink and your eyes watering. His dick slaps audibly against his stomach, earning another moan from him. Pulling your shirt off slowly, maintaining eye contact, you finally reveal the lacy red bra you had been dying to show him all day. He groaned at the sight, his hands grasping at the air in front of them as he silently begged to touch you.

“Been waiting all day to show you this… bought it just for you.”

“Jesus Christ,” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut.

You stand up, shimmying your pants down at a tantalizing speed, making sure he fully took in the matching pair of panties. He stifles another delicious noise, practically humping the air. God, he was so pathetically desperate, and it was getting harder to keep up your act. All you wanted to do was give him exactly what he wanted. You bend down, giving him a clear shot of your ass as you find the keys for the cuffs.

Striding over to him with a grin, you slip the key into the lock, letting him free. He sighs happily, hands immediately pulling you in as he presses kisses to the exposed skin of your chest.

“Thank you,” he practically pants, his hands greedily tugging at you.

“Of course, angel,” you coo, sliding your hands into his curls, “you’ve been so good today.”

He smiles warmly at your praise, staring up at you sweetly. You slowly pull away from him, drinking in his dejected huff as you take away the one thing he had been begging for all day.

It wasn’t long before he was gripping at you again, his hands flying to your waist as you straddle his body. His chest heaved, the skin flushed pink. You nearly collided into him at the speed he tugged you down, your lips crashing together in his needy attempt to feel all of you.

His hands slid up your back, undoing the clasp of your bra and throwing into a dejected corner of the room. Your panties were next, torn with his clumsy attempt to rip them off.

“Those were expensive.” You pull back, pouting as you stare at the ripped pair of lacy underwear.

“I’ll buy you a new pair, I’ll buy you twenty new pairs, I don’t care,” he breathes, trying to tug you back down. He leans up, trying to catch you in kiss, and you grant him a chaste one, before pulling away.

You lift your hips up, using the hand that wasn’t holding you up to grab his dick, lining it up with your entrance. You slide it through your folds, enjoying the way his breath hitches at the feel of your wetness smearing against the tip.

“Jesus, fuck, holy—” A string of whines and expletives spew out from Josh as you slowly sink down, feeling him stretch you out. No matter how often you had him like this, you could never fully get used to how overwhelmingly large he was. You lean forward, resting your forehead against his as you breathe, trying to adjust to his size.

“You okay?” He whispers, pressing a kiss to the side of your face.

“Mhm.” You nod, inhaling deeply.

This is how it always happened. You tried to act tough, act like you were in charge. Would spend so long riling him up, pretending like you were in total control. Yet the second Josh really touched you, the moment he was inside you, it’s like your brain went empty. All you could think about was him. You felt… the only way to describe it was stupid. Dumb. Drunk on nothing but him.

“Want me to move?”

You nod again, not trusting your own voice.

He gently grabs your hips, slowly bringing you up, grinning when you gasp at the sensation.

How quickly the two of you had switched, how fast the dynamic changed, it always left your head spinning.

He lifts up into you, paying close attention to your facial features, always worried he’d hurt you. Once he had deemed it safe— and judging by the lazy grin that had plastered itself on your face it was— he decided to move again, picking up his pace ever so slightly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chant, whining as he begins to pound upwards into you.

He decided he was tired of this game, finally flipping you over and taking what he wants. With him pinning you down this time, you take this opportunity to use what little power you have left by locking your legs behind him, forcing him in even deeper.

“Christ, you- so fucking good,” is all he can manage as he continues to thrust sloppily, his hands roving every curve and dip of your body. Eventually the rest on your breasts, kneading the soft flesh a little too roughly. He bends down, catching you in a rushed kiss that cuts off the near constant stream of whines and moans he was forcing out of you. He leaves a trail of hurried, wet kisses down your neck, biting and nipping his own marks into the sensitive skin. Leaning back up, he glances down at his work, a wide array of pink and purple blooms appearing on your skin— matching the now bruised circumference of his wrists. Your nails dig into his back, scratching so hard he winces, stalling inside you.

“Fucking hell, so close,” he rasps, his hand snaking down to rub quick circles on your clit. The added pressure makes your head spin. You squeeze your eyes shut, unable to keep them open no matter how badly you want to take in his fucked out expression.

“Me too,” you choke out, chanting his name like a prayer as he continues his motions, every nerve of your body craving him like a drug.

You feel the pressure in your stomach build up, threatening to push you right over the edge any moment. Josh can tell too, the way you begin to absentmindedly squeeze around him making his movements even sloppier. Eventually you fall, screaming his name loud enough that even the neighbors three doors down could’ve heard it. He works you through it, faltering ever so slightly as he begins to reach his own climax.

“Where do you want me to-” he begins, trying his best to keep moving.

You keep your legs locked around him, pulling him in closer, “Inside.”

A strangled noise tears through him as he cums inside you, the feeling causing you to shake a bit. He flops down on top of you, gasping for air.

“Maybe we should invite your brothers over movie nights more often,” you suggest, an intoxicated giggle playing on your lips as you stroke his back to calm him down.

“Yeah… maybe we should.”

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babyangelsky · 2 months

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My Favorite Expressions in Love Sea Ep. 8

That's it. That's my (late) intro this week.

But in all seriousness, although I was somewhat prepared because of the additional previews that dropped for this episode, I don't think it's really possible to be fully prepared for how something might hit you until you actually see it. And parts of it didn't hit great, lads.

Just know that I'm using the term 'favorite' from a mostly acting perspective for this week and probably next week too.

For my own sanity I'm starting off with Mahasamut's fond husband smile. Mostly because I can and I want to but also because we got see a lot of it this episode. The sweetness that I noted last week is still very present.

I was also very glad to see that Mahasamut has forged a very affectionate bond with Meena.

Mira, Viviana, you've got no business looking disappointed that your plans aren't working out the way you want them to and lamenting about it in voiceover when you keep playing these games with my girly. Things will progress if you're clear!

The sweetneeeessssssss.

Vivi makes the best faces when she's watching Tongrak and Mahasamut be sweet. She can't see the writing on her own wall but she can see it on theirs.

Viviana! It's not a competition! It's not a race! Where's P'Kit someone go get him and make him have a come to jesus with Vivi. She's even got Tongrak telling her that fiction ain't reality and that she needs to use her words.

Tongrak, you are gone for this man.

"Nonsense!" he says. Denial ain't just a river in Egypt anymore, is it, Harry? I do love the sibling energy these two have. They're the Spider-Man meme except they're both clowns calling each other out for not expressing their feelings.

It's Mahasamut sleeping peacefully like the angel he is while Tongrak wrestles with the fact that Vivi is right for me.

I expected a lot more smugness and vitriol from Prin given that she's scheming to destroy Tongrak and has done it with such gusto up until now but it says a lot that even she looks disgusted with what she's doing. She won't even let Jak touch her. Turns out even a hell witch has her limits.

But this man? No such luck.

He's making this face after being asked to destroy his child. Prin offered him five million (and possibly more) to hurt Rak and he looks happy about it. Giddy even. That's sheer malice. Absolutely beyond fucked up.

When your adorable teenage niece roasts you for not having any friends and coming to her for advice.

If "Bet." was a facial expression.

Who's the cat and who's the canary now, Khun Tongrak?

Mahasamut's got cartoon hearts floating around his head and baby girl is so done with him.

*holds on to this moment for a second longer*

I throw roses at Peat's feet every week for how fantastic his face acting is but don't think for a moment that Fort doesn't deserve them too because he absolutely does.

Mut's face was all warmth and smiles when he was alone with Meena, then it became more guarded and cautious when they were approached, then we landed at this when Meena confirmed that the trash in front of them was her grandfather.

Fort's face is naturally very sweet and soft. He's got the opposite of resting bitch face but the fact that he can affect one so well when it's so far removed from what comes naturally to him is all in the eyes.

Look at his gaze. His eyes are normally very sparkly but here they look flat and cold and you can barely see his pupils. These are the dead calculating eyes of a shark and they reveal more hatred than words ever could and that takes TALENT.

I have to give An props for that too because he's also very good at the shark eyes but he's using them in a different way than Fort is.

Look at this screenshot and tell me it doesn't feel like Jak is looking through Mahasamut instead of at him. I can't quite describe how his face emotes but doesn't show actually genuine emotion, it's very impressive and unsettling.

The only time it felt like Jak was actually feeling something was when he looked happy about fucking with Tongrak's life.

Save me, adoring smile. Adoring smile, save me.

VIVIANA! I KNOW YOU DID NOT JUST LET KAIMOOK LEAVE YOUR APARTMENT WITHOUT CHASING AFTER HER TO MAKE SURE SHE KNEW YOU KISSED HER AS YOURSELF!

LOOK AT HER FACE. QUIT FUCKING WITH MY KID AND MAKE YOUR FEELINGS CLEAR.

Microseconds were all it took to shift from the gentle loving look Mahasamut was giving a sleeping Tongrak to silent rage as he recalled the encounter with Jak. Microseconds.

Incredulous disgust. I'd lay bets that we all looked like this when we heard Jak say he wanted to fulfill his role as Tongrak's father.

PEAT HAS MADE THIS EXACT FACE AND I HATE IT. NINA MY BABY YOU'RE SO TALENTED AND IN THIS MOMENT I HATE IT. THEIR EYES ARE EVEN A SIMILAR COLOR AND CATCH THE LIGHT THE SAME WAY.

IhateitIhateitIhateitIhateitIhateit my tiny baby princess this is the look of someone so much older than you IhateitIhateitIhateitIhateitIhateitIhateit

Gone. Besotted. Utterly enamored.

How could anyone look like this

when their child is looking at them like this?

I hate how much Jak is enjoying this and there is absolutely no doubt that he is, it's vile.

It took me a very long time to get Chris Chiu's scream out of my head when I watched Unknown and it's going to take even longer for me to be able to look at An Oliver Poupart without feeling my skin crawl.

To end this on a high note, I'm going to point out that Mahasamut's shirt isn't just a solid color.

It's TEXTURED.

The straits may be dire but if nothing else, at least it looks like I'm clowning in the right direction. Let me know if you wanna be tagged in these weekly writeups!

#rakmut #vimook #love sea #love sea the series #meta

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seraphim-coinz · 4 months

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hello hello! could we have some npts (or snputs-gl, whichever you prefer /gen) for an angel of beauty please? Thank you lots in advance if you do this! - 🫀🌑 Anon

System Names: The Haloed Beauties. The Divine Collective. The Church of Beauty. The Handsome Heavens. The Brightest System. The Angels of Beauty.

Names: Val. Valentine. Ange. Raphael. Yael. Hariel. Jophiel. Beau. Adonis. Cali. Emi. Noam. Hazen. Michael. Gabriella. Gabriel. Helen. Cleo. Camilla.

Pronouns: Beau/Beaus. Cel/Celests. Hea/Heavens. He/Hearts. H✯/H✯m. It/Its. Cu/Cutes. Cloud/Clouds. Soft/Softs. Sy/Skies. Prin/Princes. Li/Lights. Sweet/Sweets. Ange/Angels. Roya/Royals. Moon/Moons.

Usernames: handsomedevil. angelicbeauty. angeleyes. softestwings. angelictears. cherubimboy. heavenlyface. haloheart. prettyangel.

Titles: The Angel of Beauty. The Winged That you Envy. The Heavenliest. [Prn] whose Halo is the Brightest. The one who Shines. [Prn] who is Beautiful.

Genders: Celestipangic. Eerangenic. Angedien. Strawberrangelic. Angelsticker. Aromanticprettyboy. Prettyboygenius. Cutedate. Fashilovecute.

Labels: Angelic WLW. Assigned Angel at Birth. Angel Nonhuman Flags. Lovecore Transsexual. Cupid/Lovecore Feminine Trans. Shy & Gentle Lesbian.

🫀🌑ANON ENTERS THE RING?!?!?!!!

#✦☆🫀🌑anon

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theresattrpgforthat · 1 year

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i want to destroy the god king and begin an anarchist uprising. culminating in participating in the aftermath building a new world

You and me both buddy. Let’s get started.

THEME: Destroy God

Dethrone Skeleton God, by emmy verse.

DETHRONE SKELETON GOD. THAT IS ALL YOU HAVE TO DO.

In this gmless role playing game you will set out on a journey to find and dethrone the aforementioned god. You will need some d6s, a d12, and some writing materials.

This game pulls a lot of inspiration from some pretty stellar games, including No Stone Unturned, EXTRACAUSAL, Trophy, and Blades in the Dark. You will play racing against three Fallout Tracks, which track the collapse of the material world, the immaterial world, and the Skeleton God’s Power. When all tracks are full, the game is over, and you narrate how the world ends.

If nobody in your group wants the burden/responsibility of running a game, this game is an excellent option as it is both GM-less and lightweight. It’s only 16 pages long and covers creating location elements and exploring them as a group. Everything is collaborative, so if you’re interested in games that let you come up with a story together as you go, you might want to check out this game.

Dead Gods, by Trollish Delver Games.

After the Cataclysm of Heaven it all changed. Murdered gods fell from the sky, sundering the land and casting their sacred relics about the world. From the woodwork crawl Warcults, scavengers of god-relics to further their own twisted gains. The Eternal seek power over death itself. The Order of the Stars seek relics to unlock god-like omniscience. The Pale Druids imbibe relics to acquire power over nature itself. The Black Maw will create a new, hungrier god under their control.

Pick up a lovingly-designed weird cult and pit them against your friend in a desperate effort to grab a sacred god-relic in this miniatures skirmish game. Each player will control a number of different kinds of war cult members, and there are 4 war cults to embody in the upcoming skirmish. Great for PvP and lovers of combat, but if you want narrative you’ll want to pick up something else or mostly RP it out. You can also check out Unholy Scavengers, for more relics, more scenarios, more models - more more more!

Karanduun - Make God Bleed, by makapatag.(@makapatag)

Karanduun is a modern Filipino Epic RPG about worthless heroes dismantling God, whatever cycle of oppression that must be. Inspired by modern Filipino folklore and culture. You play as young heroes who must make their legend known and become a legendary Karanduun by making God (whichever oppressive system and tyrant that is) bleed.

Lovers of Kill Six Billion Demons will probably get a big kick out of this game. The god Batala is already dead, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t room for some rebellion of your own. There are demons, corrupt angels, and other Kings of the Earth to defeat, in a post-American world inspired by the Philippines. If you’re looking for some narrative play, this game has got you covered, with rules inspired by Exalted 1e and PbtA. You can check out the physical version of this game on SoulMuppet’s website!

Skorne, by Dreaming Dragonslayer.

You are renegades, part of mankind’s insurrection against SKORNE who is devil prince, commander of demon rulers and their armies, and the darkness that reigns. Overthrow the evil Tyrants. Free chained captives. Fight to the last man.

Part of the NSR movement, Skorne is inspired by media such as Berserk, MORK BORG, and games like Dark Souls and Elden Ring. The game itself is only 4 pages long, with a really interesting system for character creation. You roll for your abilities and then use their values to determine your starting kit. The language in the game is also great for putting you into the fiction, such as the instructions found for character name choice:

“In the beginning, give thy renegade a name, though it will not save them.”

You want gritty and dire circumstances? You want to kill demon princes? You wanna play a game with random tyrant generation? This is for you.

Extreme Meatpunks Forever, by Sinister Beard Games.

"In the beginning, there was meat. A decaying chunk of flesh from a dying god, hurtling through the void of space, thousands of miles wide. A million eyes, a billion hands grasping for purchase against nothingness itself. This is where we live.”

EXTREME MEATPUNKS FOREVER is a tabletop roleplaying game where you’ll play as a gang of queer antifascists in a strange place called Meatworld. Spinning through space on the screaming corpse of a dead god under the glow of an absent sun, the people of Meatworld harvest its flesh to make their technology.

Embody your queer rage and kill fascists in meat-mechs in Extreme Meatpunks Forever. A PbtA game, this option is narrative-heavy and allows you to pick from some pretty metal weapons, including (but not limited to) Excellent Seasoning, A Bit Stick What Has Shrapnel In It, and Deathfucker Cannon. In your downtime, you can kiss your friends and work to heal and deal with your trauma. If you want a game that feels metal and also presents you with extremely punchable enemies, this is your game!

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If you want some more recommendations you can also check out the Attack and Dethrone God Jam on itch.io, or my Revolution recommendation post.

If you’re interested in what happens after you end the world, then I recommend my Post-Apocalyptic Community Building recommendations!

#tabletop games #indie ttrpgs #dnd #game recommendations #asks #revolution #rebellion #kill six billion demons

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arkhamabyssfiles · 2 months

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UPLOADING FILE... UNKNOWN_MEMORY... ...CHANGING FILE NAME... OUTSOURCE_PENNYWORTH... ALFRED PENNYWORTH: AGE, 57 JASON TODD: AGE, 17

Alfred finished securing the last button of the shirt back into place and slowly put the needle, thread, and scissors back into their rightful place in the Dutch Butter Cookies tin box. He looked up into the small pendulum clock high on the wall; it marked six minutes before five. Master Jason wouldn’t take long to make his appearance for tea time, a tradition that had formed quite quickly and naturally after a few weeks of the young man started living in the Manor. His interest in literature was akin to his own, thus easy companionship had been formed. Alfred smiled, everyone who’d lived in this Mansion while he was here would eventually come back here, into the now empty service wing, where he’d managed to build a small, yet tranquil place. Even though Master Bruce rarely came here, only after a rough night. Master Dick was even rarer now that he didn’t live anymore, and Miss Helena was spending many hours in university -and hospitals already- or chasing a boy around the house—

Alfred set the electric kettle at 76°, then reached for the metal tin box of white tea, a favourite of Master Jason this month. Just in time as the kettle reached its desired temperature, there was a knock on the door of his room’s parlour. He bided the young man to come in.

“Hey, Alfred,” The young man greeted as he closed the door behind him.

“Master Jason. This time you made it in time.” It wasn’t odd for him to get detained, either by something in the Cave or certain someone when she was around the Manor.

“Yeah… the Prin—Helena fell asleep in the library. You might want to check on her in a while.”

Alfred hummed shortly while taking out the tea from the kettle and moved the tray to the table between the chairs, where a plate filled with sugar cookies and Russian teacakes was already awaiting. And made sure to erase the small smile on his lips. The pursuit of the Wayne heir of the boy currently sitting in his parlour had become a matter of amused and knowing exchanged glances from him and Bruce. A small bet had been inexplicitly laid down at what would come first; Jason realizing Helena’s feelings, or Helena growing impatient and revealing it directly. Alfred, of course, knew that it’d be the latter, Master Jason was very clever at many things, but the understanding of women seemed to be still far off from his mind.

Master Bruce could enjoy his last days with The Evening Angel replica in his study.

“How’s your reading coming along?” Alfred asked while he poured tea in both teacups.

“Slow,” Jason grumbled and he sunk into the cushion of the chair.

“It tends to happen when life gets busier. You just have one year remaining of school– and do you still plan on holding off your admission to University?”

“Yes. I’m still not sure what I want—or could do. And there’s more time for me to do night-time work.”

“Ah, yes. Indeed. But I’d rather advise you to take that time to slow down and rest.”

“I will. Promise.”

“Let’s hope you will uphold your word, young man.”

Jason took a chocolate sugar cookie and nibbled at it, “I always do.”

“I’m afraid spending too much time around Master Bruce might pass on some of his bad habits.”

“Like forgetting what he said he’d do?” Jason huffed.

“Exactly so.”

“Was he always like that?”

“No. Not always. It rescinded when he married Miss Selina—” She’d always insisted on being called either Miss or just Selina, having an aversion to the Madam or Mistress title— “But after she passed away…I’m afraid his ‘memory’ chose to get worse.”

Jason humped and watched thoughtfully at the ivy surrounding the outside of the window. “I added four books more to my list to read.”

“Four? That’s quite an achievement in five days.”

“It just sort of happened…”

END OF MEMORY... OUTSURCE FOUND...ERROR...WRONG LOCATION... For more FILES check previous entries...

#jason todd #alfred pennyworth #I didn't update last week because this was stuck #it finally unstuck #arkham abyss (fanfic)#now I will update Wednesday and Friday this week as penalty #arkham knight #arkhamverse #batfam #batman #batman arkham series #fanfic #dc #dc comics

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sneezeplease · 7 months

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Angel Undone

Hello fellow queers or Haz/bin enjoyers, and welcome to the results of my poll!! I had a ton of people choose option 2, and while I'm such a sucker for Huskerdust this fic kind of got away from me and this is mostly Angel whump.

Tw: Cannon-compliant Valentino Abuse, slight mess, references to ep. 4

Enjoy 2k words of Angel with a bad cold, although he does get some help in the end//

“Amorcito! Dressing room, now!" Despite how lightheaded he felt, Angel struggled to get up out of the bed, grateful that he was just doing a simple gangbang. His hands were shaking far too much to be able to untie anything, and he doubted the other “actors” were anything but disgusted with him right now. The spider tried his best to seem unafflicted, but it was rather hard when even standing up caused the room to spin. He ran a hand through his hair, and must have looked pitiful enough that some new actor helped him to stand.

“Are you okay?” the guys voice was deep, and although he had long since made an effort to forget the name and face of the dozens of people he worked with daily, he remembered starkly where the guy was from, his breath catching in his throat and causing him to cough weakly.

Charlie getting yelled at, looking so apologetic and teary-eyed. Valentino turned back to Angel, Angel knowing he had caused her so much pain for no reason, that he had led another one of his friends to be hurt by the cruel man who used to be so kind to him. That was when Angel really knew he couldn’t stay like this anymore, that he needed to fight back in the smallest ways so Val could lose interest.

“Not really, can you- help me to the wall?” His voice was quieter than it ever was while he was performing, but he really didn’t want to get the man sick after he had been at least decent to Angel. He knew that the only person in the industry who really liked him was Valentino, and he was fucking fine with that. He had to be, there was no way he could change that when Val was so fucking controlling.

[in the back of his fever-addled mind, Anthony was able to recognize that he had never wanted this life. The sinner was manipulated into it, and his feeling of helplessness is what caused his deeply rooted desire to forget everything, to numb the pain of his bleeding heart for even just a moment]

"Here… you look way… out of it. Did ya start using again?” Despite his aching throat, Angel scoffed loudly.

“Of course I didn’t! It’s just- some cold I picked off from the prin— from where I live, alright? it’s nothing else!” He didn’t bother to say that he had sworn to his best friend that he could stay away from drugs and didn't feel the need to explain something like that in such an open environment. Instead, Angel tried to stumble forward to the door. He was so- so close, when that terrible tickle got even worse in his head. His stuffiness switched to a twitching, lingering itch, and despite rubbing it slowly, it did nothing to help.

The spider felt his breath catch, almost like a moan, as he began to sneeze? No, he wasn’t sneezing yet, but it felt like he had to sneeze so much that it was making him gasp and whine, teasing him much worse than an orgasm ever had. “Uhhhhh’kSHIEEwww!! Uhhhh’PTChhh!! Ehhhhh’Tshihhh!” he managed to bring an arm up to sneeze into, only moving it down to grab the doorknob. “It doesn’t sound like any cold, but if that's what you want it to be it can-” the man shrugged before walking away from Angel, leaving the spider sinner to take a deep breath in. he knew what was waiting in the dressing room, but he also knew that he had to face Valentino. Hopefully, it would be quickly over with, but Angel Dust wasn’t going to count on it.

He opened the door nearly silently, then winced as he saw Valentino sitting down on his chaise lounge, smoking like he always did. “Angel Dust, someone isn’t looking too good. Tell me, did you finally come to your senses? Or is this just the consequence of being around such filth at that damned hotel?” Before Angel could even speak, Valentino’s face twisted into something sinister and angry, the rage he usually concealed displayed as he stood up and walked closer to the other.

“Perhaps… you’ve gotten terribly close to Lucifer’s bimbo daughter, haven’t you? Or the old-timey overlord that Vox can’t stand? You probably got sick from whoring yourself out again, without my permission!” Angel winced at the accusations, his arms crossing over his body to defend himself. Despite how much progress he ever thought he had made, it always faded away in this forsaken dressing room, where his confidence and self-esteem had been destroyed so many times before.

Still, Angel knew the repercussions of not filling the silence, knew the blows he would be getting for being cowardly if he didn’t even attempt an excuse. Between the fever and the panicking, all Angel could manage was a shitty, overused excuse:

“Val, I didn’t mean to get sick, I swear!”

“Really? You didn’t leave me just so you could find some other bitch to control you? To make you feel good?” His leash materialized suddenly as Valentino yanked him closer. The pressure from the collar on Angel's throat caused him to cough harshly, whining as he finally got his breathing under control.

“I haven’t! I just help out at the hotel, that’s all! Someone probably wandered in while— while!!” He tried every trick he could think of to stop himself, even putting his tongue to the roof of his mouth. constrained as he was, he knew he was too close to Valentino to not sneeze on him.

“While?” Valentino blew a puff of smoke in his face, and that was what did it. Any control Angel had fought for was quickly taken away from him, the usually clingy scent from his cigarette now invading his nostrils and causing him to lose his breathing.

“HEhhhHHH’GSHUEWWWW!!! EHHHHHH’TCHuhhhh!!! HAhhhhh’CHIEWWWWW!!! AHhhhhh”PSHOOOO!! Uhhhhhh’TSHUEWWWWW!!! IHHHHHH’KSHIEHHHH!!” The sneezes caused him to pull against the restraints with each one, and they were definitely loud enough to hear from outside the room. Valentino first looked intrigued when Angel seemed to be moaning, but now he looked nothing short of disgusting.

“Sorry! I didn’t mean to Snehhhh-EIhhhhh’TCHIEHHHH!! HIHHHHHH’KSHUHHHH! EHHH’PTSHUEWWWW!!” The tickle was far too overwhelming for Angel to even attempt to cover or hide them, and all he could really do was sneeze, the perfume from the smoke setting his nose aflame.

“Fine!” The chains released as Valentino threw them aside. That caused Angel to stumble and fall, barely being able to shift and fall on the couch, even if it was face first. “I’ll call off the team for today, but you only get three fucking days Angel! Three days to get rid of that disgusting illness.” The door slamming shut only made Angel's headache worse, but at least he could get dressed now, right?

He tried to get dressed for fifteen minutes, having to pause between his skirt and shirt to muffle another wrenching fit. Each sneeze was taking away energy Angel Dust simply didn’t have and caused him to cough afterwards. The usually high-spirited spider was barely functioning, and he grabbed a black robe to cover himself with, as an added layer of heat (not that he could keep warmth well anyways).

Angel dust isn't quite sure how he got back to the hotel, but the spider was close to tears when he finally opened the door. His entire body felt like it was freezing and overheating at the same time, the fever that had given his fur a notable pink flush getting worse as he pushed his body to the -

"Angel? What happened? Charlie came up to him, her hand hovering like she waited to support him but waiting for his consent, and Angel only pulled himself together long enough to give her a plastic smile.

“Nothing Toots. It was just a long day at work-" his second set of arms appeared again to steady himself as he tried to hold off the sneeze long enough to make sure he wouldn’t get Charlie-

“hhh’EhhhhhhTch’ieWwwww!!” The one time he had wanted not to make an entrance, and his body couldn’t even listen to him. his sneezes were typically over the top, and while he didn’t find the sensation good or bad, he wished that just once he could sneeze quietly.

“Damn you! Are you feeling alright?” And now Charlie sounded way too sympathetic. Angel had to resist the desire to bang his head against one of his arms, he knew there was no way to hide his sickness now.

So he did what came most easy to him when feeling his shittiest: put on a good performance. “I feel great Tootz! Just amazing, ya know?” he racked his brain to think of something, anything, that could make him sneeze like this, but besides one that could get him kicked out of the hotel, nothing else came to mind.

“You look ill, my effeminate fellow!” Alastor was smiling like usual, even though Charlie was currently attempting to help Angel to the foyer couch. He fell on it dramatically, batting his eyelashes a couple of times.

“I’m not sick, just had an extra-long day of work. Val’s going on some “honeymooning” weekend with that TV head and the other one, so he made me work for my time off. Nothing I can’t handle, I’ll be fine with some rest–” his voice cut off at the end of his perfect performance, the tones and inflections making his piss poor excuses actually believable. Angel couldn’t even remember the last time he felt this sick and miserable from something other than trying to quit cold turkey. The spider couldn’t even turn his head before coughing his lungs out, and it must have sounded bad enough that Al slipped back into the shadows, leaving just the two of them.

“Here you go Angel,” Charlie gently placed a cup of water into his hands, which the sinner gulped down eagerly.

“Thanks Toots.” Angel couldn’t keep up any sort of act anymore, and he opened his eyes slightly to see Charlie hesitating to run a hand through his hair. “You are a lifesaver, I tell ya.” he drank the water as fast as he could, gulping it down. It barely did anything for his nose, but at least now he could actually say a few words.

“I could get you some medicine, or an ice pack, or a heating pack but Nifty took that somewhere so it might take awhile, and actually-a-thermometer-would-” Angel laughed softly, but he appreciated how much care Charlie showed to him. Right now, after he had just been belittled and mocked by Val, most of his cares flew out of the window, including any personal touch.

Charlie had just felt his forehead and compared it to her own when Angel felt his nose twitching once again. He wished that it would just stop, that he could force all of these aches to go away and just be able to sleep. “Toots, ya should try to m-move…” Charlie pulled back quickly, although she seemed confused as to the reason. “Is something wrong? I can get you an ice pack or more water–” Charlie’s worried ramblings were cut by Angel lifting a finger, his breath catching a couple of times. It sounded ragged and desperate, but he couldn’t control it. “Ahhhhh’Kihhh’SCHOOooo!! Hahhhh’TCHIewww!! Iehhhh’KCHUHHHH!! HeHHH’SHuHhhhh!!” The fit even sounded tired, and Angel groaned lightly as he did so. “Angel, are you sure you don’t want some help to your room? I could see if Vaggie or-” Charlie stopped talking, looking over Angel's head. All the sinner could do was grumble, hiding his face in the pillow.

“It’s fine toots, I’ll just fall asleep right here. No need to mess with that room stuff,” A deeper chuckle came from behind Angel's back, and he didn’t need to look back to tell Husker was there. He hid further into the pillow, determined to keep another person from seeing him like this, especially one that Angel had gotten so close to.

#snz #snz kink #snzblr #haz/bin hot/el #angel/dust #snez #snzfic

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buntress · 2 months

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[IDs in alt text]

˚₊‧꒰ა Asukacharic ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

[PT: Asukacharic]

A gender related to the character Asuka Langley Soryu from Neon Genesis Evangelion [link]. This gender can be a kingender, comficgender, fictigender, delusattachgender, or any other way someone may relate to this character and gender! There is no wrong way to use this gender.

[PT: A gender related to the character Asuka Langley Soryu from Neon Genesis Evangelion [link]. This gender can be a kingender, comficgender, fictigender, delusattachgender, or any other way someone may relate to this character and gender! There is no wrong way to use this gender. End PT]

This is a remake of a flag for an already existing term and given a broader definition. This is not meant to replace this term in any way <3

Simplified flag + Pronouns under the cut

Tagging :: @radiomogai

Possible Pronouns ::

[PT: Possible Pronouns]

Angel // Angels

Asuka // Asukas

Bot // Bots

Eva // Evas

Mech // Mecha

Pi // Pilots

Prins // Princess

Red // Reds

Rage // Rages

Tsun // Tsundere

🤖 // 🤖s

❤️ // ❤️s

👑 // 👑s

💢 // 💢s

👗 // 👗s

[PT ::

Angel/Angels, Asuka/Asukas, Bot/Bots, Eva/Evas, Mech/Mecha, Pi/Pilots, Prins/Princess, Red/Reds, Rage/Rages, Tsun/Tsundere, 🤖/🤖s, ❤️/❤️s, 👑/👑s, 💢/💢s, 👗/👗s // End PT]

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lancermylove · 1 year

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24-Hour Assembly Hall Job (Oneshot)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: None. Featuring everyone with hints of (y/n).

Warning: None

Prompt: The chaos that ensues during the 24-hours job.

A/N: SWD gave part of the reason why Beel acted the way he did, but I wrote this fic before they released that chapter. ><

Word Count: 3,810

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Hour one. The meeting begins at 6 am, and almost everyone dreads their decision to join a 24-hour Assembly Hall meeting, but they all have reasons to be there.

Diavolo, Lucifer, and Barbatos are in it to fulfill their duties as the top three leaders.

Mammon and Asmo are in it for the money.

Satan joined out of curiosity.

Beel is there to help his brothers.

Belphie shows up since Beel is there.

Solomon wants to keep an eye on the demons and find out their plans.

Simeon is there to help out of the kindness of his heart.

Luke follows Simeon, not knowing what is in store for him.

Everyone settles in. Diavolo takes his place on the highest chair in the hall while Barbatos stands beside him. The brothers, angels, and Solomon sit at the desks across. The prince announces the first topic of discussion - what classes to offer at RAD?

Hour two. No one is complaining yet, but Mammon is slightly bored. The rest are paying attention to the debate between Mephistopheles and Lucifer regarding the classes.

Diavolo approves ideas from both sides, but some of the brothers are bothered by Mephistopheles's behavior towards Lucifer. Simeon feels terrible for the brothers and wonders just much discrimination they have faced since their fall. He prays that one day they will be accepted into Devildom.

Hour three. Beel is starting to feel hungry, and Belphie is trying not to doze off. Mammon is doodling caricatures of Mephistopheles while Levi is trying not to laugh at the doodle of the aristocratic demon hanging upside down from the ceiling.

Luke wishes he stayed at the House of Lamentation but doesn’t want to upset Simeon, so he tries to pay attention to the boring meeting.

Hour four. Everyone, except Diavolo, wonders how Mephistopheles can still go on after 2 hours of nonstop talking. Satan can't put up with this much longer but tries his best to control his anger by thinking about cats. Solomon is amused.

Beel is near his hunger breaking point, while Belphie can barely stay awake. Luke looks like he wants to cry.

Noticing the atmosphere in the room, Barbatos suggests moving to a different topic, but Solomon asks, "Why? The debate is rather enjoyable, wouldn't you agree?"

Barbatos shoots him a nasty glare.

Hour five. Mephistopheles leaves the meeting in frustration but not before criticizing Lucifer for the last time. Diavolo apologizes and dismisses the meeting for a much-needed 30-minute break.

Barbatos brings refreshments for everyone, but Beel nearly eats all the snacks in one go. Lucifer lectures his brother, but Diavolo stops him and compliments Beel on his hearty appetite.

Asmo takes selfies with the assembly members and uploads them to his social media accounts. Belphie sits beside Levi, rests his head on his brother's shoulder, and doses off. Asmo makes a video of this and posts it on Fab Snap.

Satan gets something to eat and drink and sits back down, not wanting anything to do with the others. Though Luke is scared of the Avatar of Wrath, he sits beside him and tries to start a conversation. Satan doesn't care much for it until Luke mentions seeing a cute cat sleeping outside the House of Lamentation five hours ago and adds he left some food/water for the feline.

Mammon takes Lucifer's overcoat and covers his sleeping baby brother with it. Diavolo sees these events unfold and experiences a rollercoaster of emotions. First, he is touched by the brothers' care for the youngest. Then, he is moved by how much the brothers care about each other. This tugs on his heartstrings and makes him realize just how lonely he feels. Ultimately, Diavolo concludes that he at least has Barbatos by his side.

The prince isn't the only person who riding the rollercoaster of emotions. Simeon feels content to see the strong bond of the brothers, but somehow he feels left out. If only he had joined the war on Lucifer's side, maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't be lonely.

Once the break is up, Barbatos shares the narrowed-down class ideas for RAD and thanks everyone for their input. Diavolo announces the next topic of discussion, management.

Hour six. Belphie is still asleep, but no one has the heart to wake him up - except Barbatos, but Diavolo stops him.

The younger brothers lose interest in the discussion until the prince says, "I would like the seven of you to join the student council and lead the school along with me."

Lucifer doesn't support the idea but carefully weighs the pros and cons in his mind. Asmo, Beel, and Levi look unsettled. Mammon inaudibly mumbles under his breath, while Satan chooses to remain silent.

Solomon notices their reactions and asks, "Are you sure that is a wise decision? Many demons in Devildom have yet to accept the brothers as their own."

"I am aware of this, but...this is my decision, and they will have to respect it," Diavolo attempts to sound confident, but his voice falters.

The remainder of the hour is used to discuss the roles of the student council members.

Hour seven. The entire hour is used to create rules and regulations for RAD and the code of conduct for the students, teachers, and council members.

Belphie wakes up halfway through and immediately regrets it.

Hour eight. It's 2 pm. Everyone is starting to get hungry, and Solomon suggests cooking for them.

The color from Levi, Asmo, Belphie, Simeon, and Beel's faces drain. Satan grits his teeth while Luke and Mammon vigorously shake their heads.

"What a wonderful idea!" Diavolo exclaims, and in return, Lucifer and Barbatos yell "NO" in unison. Before Solomon forces the prince to allow him to cook, the butler quickly calls a restaurant and places a take-out order.

The entire hour is dedicated to lunch. Every so often, Barbatos shoots a glare in Solomon's direction.

Hour nine. For a while, Levi has wondered why Diavolo is not bringing up the most essential matter for a new school. He doesn't want to speak up, so he asks Mammon to question the prince.

"Yo, Diavolo, Levi's been wonderin' why you ain't bringin' up the topic of uniforms?"

Levi hits his brother's arm and pouts, "The whole point of asking you to bring up this question was...never mind."

The prince laughs and says, "The uniforms have been decided and designed."

Asmo squeals, "Are they cute? Oh, or are they sexy? Can we see them, please?"

The fifth brother continues to fan about the uniforms for a few minutes. Though Diavolo is amused by Asmo's excitement, Barbatos says, "Asmo, your concerns regarding the designs are needless. A beautiful demon shall remain beautiful regardless of their attire."

Asmo blushes and stops asking questions. He sits in silence for a while and internally fans over Barb's comment.

More rules and regulations are added to the existing list.

Hour ten. Another uneventful hour filled with Barbatos, Lucifer, and Diavolo selecting the class teachers. The rest of the meeting attendees are dozing off, staring into space, on their phones, or scribbling in their notebooks.

Hour eleven. Diavolo brings up the topic he has avoided for a while - exchange students. Demons, angels, a Grim Reaper, and a human-but-not-human sorcerer studying under one room.

"What about humans? You can't leave them out of this."

The prince hesitantly looks at Solomon with a small smile, "You can represent them."

"You say I am no longer a human, so how can I represent them? It is unfair to leave them out."

Mammon sighs, "Yeah. You gotta be fair with everyone, y'know?"

"But...," Diav glances at Lucifer for help.

"Their point is valid," the Avatar of Pride says. "(Y/n) can represent humanity alongside Solomon."

Asmo claps his hands and squeals, "Which means...(y/n) can stay in Devildom! Diavolo won't get into trouble for allowing a human to stay either."

"Kindly grant the young master time to consider this matter. Such crucial decisions cannot be taken in a hurry."

Barbatos manages to halt the discussion, but Diavolo knows the brothers and Solomon will only stop once they make him agree to let you stay in Devildom.

Hour twelve. It's 6 pm. Luke wants to cry; his mind and body are exhausted. Simeon requests Diavolo to allow Luke to return to the House of Lamentation. The prince readily agrees, but the young angel is afraid to walk back and stay alone in the house. Simeon accompanies Luke to the HoL, but not before apologizing to everyone for leaving the meeting halfway through.

Lucifer notices some of his brothers' expressions and quickly warns them, "Don't even think about it. If you choose to abandon your duties, I shall punish you the entire day tomorrow."

The brothers sink back into their chairs, but Satan glares at Lucifer for being inconsiderate.

Hour thirteen. After hearing from you about the 24-hour job, Thirteen checks on everyone. She laughs at the state everyone is in, but she feels a bit bad on the inside. Then again, it was their choice to suffer for a few Grimms.

"Whatcha laughin' at?"

"A greedy bunch who is desperate for money? And here I thought the Avatar of Greed was the only greedy one."

"Hey. Whatcha pickin' on me for?" Mammon grumbles.

"Diavolo," Solomon glances at the prince, "Thirteen is an exchange student, correct? Why not ask her to join the meeting? She can bring fresh ideas to the table."

"Why, you little-"

"That's a great idea! Thirte-"

Before Diavolo can finish, the Grim Reaper shakes her head, "Gotta go! Sorry!"

She runs out of the hall like her life depended on it. The meeting goes on as usual with a new topic - grades and exam structure.

Hour fourteen. Mephistopheles returns to check on Diavolo, to thank him for his hard work, and to deliver a letter from the House of Lords. He can't help but feel jealous of how lucky the brothers are. They get to work directly with Diavolo and help him make his RAD dream come true. What does he have to do to get the prince to notice him? What do the brothers have that he doesn't?

After he leaves, Diavolo nervously opens the letter, but to his surprise, the lords just want to update him on their current affairs. With a smile, he asks Barbatos to bring in the assignment. The brothers see the butler walk in with a stack of papers.

"These are the applications for the students in Devildom who wish to attend RAD. Please review the applications and sign the first page."

Hour fifteen. The brothers and prince breeze through the stack, but Barbatos walks in with two more stacks - that too with a teasing smile.

"He so did that on purpose," Levi mumbles, only to find the butler staring at him with an emotionless smile. With an "eek," the third brother hides his face behind his stack of applications.

Solomon uses his magic to sign off on papers, earning a glare from some of the brothers.

Hour sixteen. Break time! Solomon teasingly says as the brothers stretch their aching arms, "Ah, my hands are so sore."

"Sore? You didn't even touch the pen!" Asmo pouts while massaging the area between his thumb and index finger. The sorcerer chuckles in return.

"Excuse me, can we come in?" Simeon walks into the room with Luke following him. Beel's head immediately turns in their direction as he sniffs the air.

"We...b-brought...f-food...," Luke says while half-hiding behind the older anger.

Beel hurries towards them and sniffs their basket, earning a squeal from Luke. A warning from Lucifer is enough for the Avatar of Gluttony to back away.

"How thoughtful." Diavolo laughs while Barbatos excuses himself to help the angels plate the food for everyone.

"Luke, would you happen to have baked these cakes?" He asks, to which the angel nods slowly. "You are quite talented."

Though the boy fears the butler, he can't hide his happiness and smiles. Simeon chuckles, "Your practice is paying off. Can you help me bring in the other items?"

Simeon returns to the room in a minute, carrying a bag of neatly rolled blankets while Luke is behind him, struggling to drag a large bag of pillows. Everyone chuckles at the young angel hauling a load twice his size.

"Here are some blankets and pillows," Simeon starts but notices a look of disapproval on Barb's face. "I am sorry if we shouldn't have brought these, but staying awake 24 hours can harm your health. Please allow everyone a little rest. Let's get going, Luke. It's past your bedtime."

At the end of the break, Diavolo asks Barbatos to bring in the assignment. The brothers fear he will bring in more stacks of paper, but the butler drags in a large sack of letters filled to the brim.

Hour seventeen. Asmo is excited to open what he assumes to be fan mail, but much to his and his brothers' horror, the letters are filled with complaints. Complaints about them.

Mammon comes across a letter from a shopkeeper asking for permission to permanently ban the brothers from entering his shop. How is their situation still the same? They have the title of the Seven Rulers of the Underworld, so why can't the demons stop seeing them as outcasts?

Satan finds a letter with the complaint the outcasts will ruin Devildom. Why were they grouping him with them? He was never an angel, to begin with, so why is he receiving the same treatment? The second, third, and fourth letters state the same thing. Noticing his agitation, Solomon swipes the letter from his hand and replaces it with a letter about a lost kitten.

Belphie reads a few letters from grocery store and restaurant owners complaining about how Beel ruins their businesses. How is he destroying their businesses? He pays for everything he eats. If anything, his twin's appetite is increasing their profits. The Avatar of Sloth crumbles those letters and places them out of Beel's reach.

Lucifer comes across a complaint asking Diavolo to step down for permitting angels to enter the realms. Cowards. These demons are using them as an excuse to get the prince to relinquish the throne. If they have an issue with Diavolo, why not bring it up with him? Stop using him and his brothers.

Hour eighteen. The torment continues.

"I can't do this anymore," Levi whispers.

Mammon glances at his younger brother and switches letters with him. Lucifer watches their interaction and exhales silently. Did Diavolo and Barbatos do this on purpose? They could have left these letters for another day and given them to him only. Slowly, Lucifer's mind spirals towards the decision he made long back. This is all his fault. They would have been suffering if he hadn't dragged his brothers with him.

"Lucifer...I know what you're thinkin'," Mammon muttered without looking at him. "Stop. Will ya? It's not your fault."

He chuckled, "Mammon...thank you."

Hour nineteen. It's 1 am. Asmo worries about his beautiful skin and can't stop complaining. Levi does his best to block out Asmo's voice but gets irritated. Belphie gets up and sits beside Satan near the table's end, as far away from Lucifer as possible.

"Asmo, would you like to take a nap?" The prince asks out of concern.

"My lord," Barbatos says in disapproval.

"It's alright. They have worked hard. A nap won't hurt."

Asmo gets a pillow and pink blanket and hurries to the back of the room. Belphie takes the opportunity and joins his older brother. In a few minutes, the Avatar of Sloth is fast asleep on the top of the last table, while the Avatar of Lust is asleep with his head resting on his folded arms.

Hour twenty. Mammon nearly dozes off, but a weight against his shoulder wakes him up. Levi smiles in his sleep and murmurs, "I love you...Ruri-chan."

Beel is fast asleep on a stack of opened letters on the other side of the table, dreaming about a mountain of food. Solomon notices a string of drool in the corner of his mouth and tries to pull the letters from under Beel's head in vain. Soon enough, the letters are coated in saliva, and the Avatar of Gluttony even ends up eating some of the letters.

Satan does everything he can to stay awake - slapping his cheeks, drinking caffeine, pinching his skin - but drifts to sleep anyways.

Barbatos disapproves yet again, but considering their efforts in the meeting, he lets the brothers sleep. Solomon grabs a handful of letters and reads them while walking around the room to stop himself from sleeping.

Hour twenty-one. The butler notices the prince fighting to stay awake and excuses himself to prepare tea for his master. Diavolo stands up to stretch but stops when he sees Lucifer walking toward the bag of blankets.

The Avatar of Pride grabs a red, green, and orange blanket. He covers Beel with the red one and sighs at the paper sticking out of his brother's mouth. "Beel, refrain from consuming inedible objects..."

He covers Levi with the orange one only to hear his brother say, "I love you." A warm smile tugs on Luci's lips, but Mammon grumbles, "Don't get too happy...he's sayin' I love ya to Ruri-chan...not us."

Lucifer exhales loudly, makes his way to Satan, and lays the green blanket over him. He closely examines his sleeping face and reaches a hand to his head but stops short. "I am aware you dislike me, but I harbor no ill will towards you."

He gently strokes Satan's hair and whispers, "I do hope you can forgive me... someday. I shall wait patiently until then."

"He will. Don't worry," Diavolo says from behind. "Would you care to join me for a cup of tea?"

Barbatos arranges tea and snacks for almost everyone awake. As he approaches Mammon, he chuckles, "I was not expecting such dedication for you."

"I ain't fallin' asleep without gettin' my payment. 'Sides, only three hours to go," the Avatar of Greed says while forcing his eyelids to stay up.

"I see. Do keep up the good work," the butler chuckles. Though the brothers are a handful, Barbatos enjoys being in their presence. There is never a dull moment when they are around.

"Barbatos, did you forget my tea and cake?" Solomon calls out as he sees the butler returning to his work.

"I do believe your hands and feet are in working condition. Prepare it yourself," the coldness in his voice doesn't faze the sorcerer; instead, he laughs.

Hour twenty-two. Barbatos's tea helps them stay awake, and the remaining five get through all the letters in the sack. Just as Solomon is about to grab a blanket and pillow to nap, the butler appears behind him and drops a stack of papers on the desk beside the sorcerer. "We are not finished."

Solomon sighs, "Of course not."

Mammon also receives a stack of papers far smaller than the one given to the sorcerer. Barbatos returns to his place and continues his work.

Hour twenty-three. Diavolo finishes his work and asks Lucifer to join him outside the meeting hall for a walk.

"Thank you for your help," he starts off. "The meeting was rather productive..."

"Diavolo, would you tell me what you wish to discuss?"

The prince tenses up but chuckles a moment later. "Of course. The...complain letters...I apologize for them. Had I known the content, I would not have handed them to you or your brothers."

Lucifer stays silent, but Diavolo urges him to speak. "What is on your mind? Would you tell me?"

"I am aware our presence here has the residents of Devildom on edge. I am also aware our status as ex-angels will remain with us for as long as we live. My brother can be a handful - I know firsthand, but," Lucifer speaks sternly, "that does not give the demons a right to use their name to target you."

"Use them to target me?" The prince stops walking and faces him. "What do you mean?"

"As you are aware, many wish you would abdicate the throne. Some will go to any level to make this wish a reality. Considering their every attempt has failed thus far, your enemies have developed a new strategy to use my brothers against you."

"Your brothers...against me? They will hold me liable for everything your brothers do?"

Lucifer nods, "Precisely. Your enemies would go as far as to hurt my brothers for their gain, even casting a curse to alter their personality."

The red-headed man stays silent, carefully picking apart his words. "Lucifer. Do you mean to say the incident with Beel destroying my castle was a ploy?"

"I do. Initially, I assumed Beelzebub grew hungry and lost his temper due to the lack of food, but the majority of my brothers believe Beel is incapable of that, including Belphegor. The twins have a special connection; hence, I am inclined to believe Belphie's words." The Avatar of Pride pauses and meets the prince's eyes before continuing, "I appreciate that you forgave Beel, but Diavolo, would you look into this matter?

"I will," Diavolo smiles. "Your well-being, as well as your brothers, is in my hand. Rest assured, I shall not let anything happen to them.

"Thank you. Shall we return? Barbatos will lecture us for neglecting our responsibilities," Lucifer chuckles while Diavolo laughs.

Hour twenty-four. Mammon, Solomon, Lucifer, and Diavolo count down each minute, while Barbatos urges them to continue working without paying mind to the clock.

As the clock ticks 6 am, the prince applauds them for staying awake and requests Barbatos to transfer the payment to their bank accounts. "Kindly also pay those who are asleep. Also, transfer half of the original payment to Simeon and Luke - their efforts cannot be left unpaid."

After ensuring he received the payment, Mammon rests his head on top of Levi's head and passes out from exhaustion. Solomon grabs a pillow and blanket and prepares to sleep.

"Are we all sleeping here?" Diavolo laughs. "Then we shall have a sleepover."

Barbatos hands the prince a blanket and pillow, smiling, "I prepared beforehand in case you would say that."

Lucifer doesn't bother to get anything, plops into his seat beside Mammon, and closes his eyes. His heavy responsibilities and tendency to overwork have taught him to sleep anywhere, even in uncomfortable positions and places.

Barbatos scans the room with a smile before moving his eyes to Diavolo. "You are no longer lonely, my lord. My wish to see you genuinely happy has finally been fulfilled. Rest well, young master...and the rest of you."

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