#but leviathan still feels so unknown to me

[zephyrchama]

(obey me!) moments where they fall in love with you all over again

---01

It’s dinner, and you’re talking about mundane things that happened during your day. You saw a cool bird, got some gum stuck on your shoe, and bought a new flavor of toothpaste to try. Everyone is listening intently. If only they would pay this much attention in class.

Lucifer knows the way his brothers look at you all too well. It’s a look full of respect, admiration, and fondness. It’s a look that’s often reflected on his own face when in your presence. At first he never really understood why you put up with his siblings, as the option to ignore them and be on your way was always there. Yet you continue to make time for them anyway. How unusual.

Moments like these where everyone is together and you don’t treat them as the Seven Rulers of Hell, you just treat them as your dear friends and family. That’s what makes Lucifer soft. He tries to imagine a long future of things staying just like this.

---02

Mammon’s hesitant to lend anybody money, even you. It takes a few minutes to butter him up and fluff his ego before he relents. At last, he hands you the crispest bill in his wallet. “Don’t spend it all in one place,” he kids, knowing full well he’d do just that if he was in your shoes.

He’s curious what you plan to buy. It never dawns on him that you have no intention of spending the cash. Half an hour later, he finds it on his desk. The exact same bill, now creased and folded neatly into an origami bird.

He picks it up to wiggle the little paper wings, entranced, then looks around frantically and catches your eye. A playful smile graces your face and tugs at his heartstrings.

---03

Leviathan is not typically one to make mistakes when it comes to anime. But even he’s not perfect.

He had it set in his mind that the new show premiered at 6:00pm, which left plenty of time to prepare the ultimate solo viewing party after school. He was humming quietly to himself when you walked over. “Isn’t your show starting soon?”

You specifically took an interest in his hobbies. You remembered that it started at 16:00 (four o’clock), not 6:00. Leviathan wondered, how could he make such a egregious mistake? You were the one who dashed back to the House of Lamentation at full speed by his side. When your human stamina started failing, he unconsciously picked you up so you’d both make it in time. You made it with two minutes to spare.

Sweaty and out of breath, still in uniform, you were able to watch the premiere together. It wasn’t until after credits rolled, you went elsewhere, and the live reactions on social media started calming down that Levi realized what a big deal this was to him. What a big deal you were to him.

---04

Satan wasn’t expecting you to be spacing out in his favorite armchair. He had plans to read in it that evening, and considered asking you politely to move. But the way the lamp light shines on your skin, the thoughtful expression on your face while pondering ideas unknown. The way your lips part ever so slightly and your eyes gaze off into nothing. It captivates him. You look like a painting. His breath gets caught in his throat, and in clearing it he manages to break your trance.

“Oh, hey. Welcome home, I didn’t realize you were there.”

You go to get out of the chair, but Satan insists you stay. It doesn’t look right without you anymore. He doesn’t feel right without you anymore.

---05

Asmodeus does not have wardrobe malfunctions often. His outfits are of the highest quality and a lot of care goes into putting them on. Still, things happen.

When his fans rush forward out of nowhere, sometimes they are successful in tearing his clothes. A fistful of shirt here, a mouthful of pants-leg there. Being in the center of a lust-fueled stampede can make even the most collected people lose their minds, but you are steadfast. You shout at the rabid demons, shaming them for their disrespect. You believe you can chase them off all on your own, not knowing that the Avatar of Lust behind you is exuding a killer aura and warning his fans to back off with a powerful glare.

As you sloppily stitch up what remains of his shirt so he can walk home without the incident repeating, Asmodeus is smiling from ear to ear. You’re so focused on genuinely helping that you don’t even notice the bedroom eyes he’s flashing. The scene of you waving your arms and trying to chase off a pack of demons as if they were stray pigeons is permanently ingrained in his memory. Just as your existence is ingrained in his soul.

---06

Beelzebub knows what he likes. He knows what will catch his interest and is pleasantly surprised when a new one crops up.

One thing he likes is you. Another is food. Both are in the cafeteria. He piles a tray high with carbs and goes looking for you at lunch time, finding you seated in the middle of a long table at the edge of the room. He calls your name.

It’s unexpected, the way you quickly swing your head up mid-bite. Your cheeks are full and noodles dangle from your mouth, sauce dripping back onto your plate. Your eyes light up as you look at him from below. It makes him stop in his tracks, causing several shorter demons to walk into him. Such a simple action, yet so profound. You hurriedly chew and offer him a seat while Beelzebub powers through his emotions. He takes a seat across from you to offer a napkin, wondering when he’ll see that face again.

---07

It’s late, far past everyone’s bedtime. Yet Belphegor forgot to tell you something during the day and decided now would be a great time. When you don’t respond to the quiet knocks at your door, he lets himself inside. Your sleeping figure looks too comforting to resist and he gets the brilliant idea to crawl into bed with you to whisper in your ear.

The problem is, as soon as he lifts the covers, you fart. It’s loud. You don’t move an inch, remaining fast asleep and ignorant of what just happened.

Belphegor freezes in his tracks to process it, but is soon doubled over on the futon laughing. The vibrations wake you. You sleepily open your eyes to see who is in hysterics and ask the obvious: “what?”

Belphegor is laughing too hard to tell you. He doesn’t want to tell you. It’s too priceless. You groggily smack him with a spare pillow and it makes him laugh harder. While he loves to look at you, that week it becomes difficult for him to meet your eyes without erupting into a fit of giggles.

[thegnomelord]

I love your monster au so much. It makes the monsterlover/fucker in me real happy. Sorry just wanted to share my appreciation.

I've been thinking too, how would you feel about writing a underwater sea creature reader? (No pressure but I hope this idea tickles your fancy so I'll infodump my ideas on you) They can live on land and stuff but drag their prospective mate into a deep underwater ravine when they want to mate. Idk how to describe it, like I have an idea in my head of what the creature's traits would be but I can't find a way to put it into words.

I'm going to give it a try though, (excuse the fact it won't make much sense, my thoughts jump around a lot. But I'll try and make it coherent.) Basically, my mind went to underwater dragons. So with most of the traits that you wrote for dragons, like the purring and the tails intertwining (and the sharing of scales). But I was thinking without wings, because you don't need them underwater. But we glow in the dark, because we are deepsea creatures we have adapted to become bioluminescent. Oh and also we have gills and stuff still when we are on land.

Idk if this is confusing or just something you don't want to write but I was hoping for you to include a more sfw part with the mating dance maybe and then then an actual nsfw part (dom top male reader??)

But at the end of the day this is just a suggestion and it's up to you if you want to write it or not. (If you do write it can it be with ghost or gaz?? gaz giving us shiny things but sea related, like shells? and/or ghost struggling through knowing how to court us. Both of them being confused of what to do because we are a new type of dragon that not many people knew existed and our courting traditions are mostly unknown??

Okay this is cool and it tickles my brain of having just this big fucking monster that's gigantic due to deep sea gigantism :D, I also picked Gaz cause I like the sea/sky duality.

CW:NSFW, subbot gaz, domtop Mreader, quick and rough

When you first joined the taskforce, Gaz didn't know what to expect. Your species had been newly discovered, barely any information about you, but something about you put some ancient part of his mind on edge, ants nipping on the sinew of his wings until his body begged to return to the safety of the sky.

First time he met you, you reminded him less of a dragon and more of a Leviathan — something that dwelled where the light didn't reach, far too big than anything should be allowed to be, bright bioluminescent markings shimmering against dark scales to lure prey into crushing jaws filled with sharp crooked teeth, horns like spears to pin down what couldn't fit in your maw, powerful legs built to swim and breach the surface of the water to catch unaware flyers like Gaz just to pull them down into the abyss to be devoured.

He would have been more. . . unsettled by you had you not been so nice.

You towered over him even in your mostly human form, but you were a gentle giant, happy to let him use you as a perch and humming along as he talks, joining in on his and Johnny's pranks and hiding them when Price eventually catches them.

And Gaz doesn't even notice when your presence no longer makes his feathers puff up, the shadow you cast over him now warm and welcoming after all the times you'd been a meat shield for him. He tils his head back to catch sight of your eyes as he leans back, soft feathers rubbing against your clothes, "Hey there big man." Gaz smiled.

You hum, your hand coming to loosely hold his hip, holding the pretty thing close to you. "Hi." You purr, the small biolights along your body flickering in seemingly random patterns, but nothing about them was random to you or your kin, your interest in him painfully obvious.

But to your dismay Gaz doesn't understand, just snorts at your colorful display. "What's got you in a good mood today?" He asks, eyes tracing the dancing lights, that instinctual bird part of his mind liking the sight, and the low rumble of your voice, and just. . . being near you.

You blink, "You," You say simply, your people aren't ones to mince words.

Gaz can feel his body heat up at your declaration, feathers puffing up, but strikes down any thoughts about you before they turn inappropriate and cause him to coo at you. "Fine, keep yer secrets." He huffs and gets out of your hold, wings stretching out to purposely show off his feathers as he walks away, tail feathers flickering.

He can feel your eyes follow after him, hummingbirds pecking at his spine and he doesn't know if he should feel that way. And all you can think of is how you could drag your pretty bird down into the abyss without clipping his wings.

. . .

Gaz watches you lazily swim around the lake near their current base in your real form, "Havin' a nice soak in there Nessie?" He asks as he walks the short pier and sits down, dipping his feet in the water as his wings spread out lazily behind him.

A low rumble leaves you like a distorted whale song, your large form pushing through the water like a submarine cutting through the ice. "Nessie?" You ask as swim over to him, "Who's that?"

"Never mind about that," Kyle grins, his eyes roaming along your large form as the biolights flicker once again in that specific pattern that means nothing to him but everything to you. "You look happy."

You shrug, "It's nice to be back in the water." Without a word you heave yourself out of the water and onto the pier, large hands clutching the wood on either side of him, a deep purr rumbling in your chest at how close he is to you now. "Did you need something?" You ask, biolights flickering seductively.

Kyle swallows drily, eyes going wide as he registers you loom over him, can smell the sea and salt still clinging to your scales, something other than fear buzzing down his spine from how close your dangerous teeth are to him. "Oh, right, uh," He clears his throat to clear the molasses clinging to it, wings spreading out in a way that got his feathers shining in the setting sun as he reached into his pocket.

"I, um. . . I got you this." He said, holding out the seashell he'd found for you. His breath caught in his throat as you looked at it, hoping you liked it; he'd spent hours polishing it until it was shining, the colors vibrant and every single scratch buffed out.

"Thank you," You rumbled and took the seashell into your hand. Your pupils dilated, a very pleased purr rumbling in your chest — oh, he was so thoughtful, such a good mate to bring a rare treat for you.

Kyle felt like a bloody peacock at the way his wings spread out, but he couldn't care less about his posturing when you accepted his gift, his heart fluttering like butterflies in a jar.

Then you ate it.

You ate his gift.

His heart shatters like the seashell between your fangs, wings dropping like a rock, never having expected to be rejected like that. "I- what- why did- if you-" He couldn't even form words to say what he wanted, pressing a hand to his face in an attempt to hide the way his eyes prickled with vestiges of tears.

Unfortunately for him, you notice. "Oh, little bird, what's wrong?" Your voice is soothing, biolights pulsing in a slow and calming way as you gently pry his hand from his face, looking into his eyes. "Did I do something wrong?"

Kyle doesn't look you in the eyes, doesn't know what the hell to feel right now, the words spewing out of his mouth before he could control them. "Why would you do that!" He hisses.

You tilt your head. "You gifted it to me." You say like it's supposed to explain everything, reaching up to cup his cheek, your clawed hand cold and wet against his skin. "It was very good." You lean in closer, a deep purr rumbling in your throat, your long tail moving to curl around his leg.

Kyle sucks in a sharp breath as you push you loom over him your hands on either sides of him keeping him in place, feeling himself slowly lay back as you creep over him onto the pier, heart drumming in his chest. "Wh-what?"

You snort, eyes glowing like anglerfish lures, lowering your head down to lick a stripe up his neck, claws raking down his front. "Let me show you my appreciation, yes?"

Kyle shivers at the sensation of your teeth against his throat, body heating up, your scent — of sea and salt and something very very old — invading his nose, an involuntary chirp escaping his chest. "Ah, yeah, sure just-" Kyle yelps as your claws cut through his clothes, wings quivering as they're pressed against the wooden pier behind him.

"Relax little bird," You coo softly, licking around his lips in what counts as a kiss for you when your maw is filled with vicious teeth, tongue trailing down to lick up the drops of his salty sweat. "I'll be gentle."

And gentle you are; softly licking up the blood after your fangs had left marks on his skin, sharp claws holding his trembling hips tenderly as your rough tongue worms inside him, soft purrs and deep rumbles vibrating your tongue against his prostate until he's sobbing, his hands clutching your horns to hold your head closer as his cock leaks a puddle of pre onto his abdomen.

He whines when you continue stretching him with your tongue, "Please, mate, just-" Kyle sucks in a sharp breath as your tongue once again grazes his prostate, thighs clenching around your head. "-just please fuck me already! I can't- I'm not going to-"

Kyle sobs with joy and anguish when you pull your tongue out, the slimy appendage slithering back into your maw and leaving him painfully empty. "Alright, alright," You coo, moving up to drape your body over his, nuzzling your cheek against his as you line your hard cock with his stretched hole. "Relax,"

The tip of your cock breaching his puckered hole has Kyle sucking in a sharp breath, "Easier said than done mate," He chuckles, closing his eyes and just trying to focus on your scent and just you, groaning. Fuck, you're big in all aspects, his body clenching down like a vice before relaxing enough for you to slowly push further, spreading his walls wide until you're fully inside him, your hips resting against his.

"There you go," You purr, letting Kyle adjust as you nibble on his neck, biolights flickering happily when he rocks his hips into yours. "Taking me so well,"

Gaz can feel his body heat up at your words, throwing his head back when you rock your hips, cock hard and heavy inside him, dragging against his walls with every minute movement that has him panting and whining, his legs crossing behind your back to pull your hips closer every time you pull out.

The world escapes your notice, all your attention fully on him as you focus on mating him, pulling needy desperate sounds from Kyle's lips, your large hand gently stroking his leaking dick as your cock rubs against his prostate, your unhurried pace making him cum again and again and again until he's a moaning boneless mess by the time you cum inside him.

[2af-afterdark]

🦩anon asked for Leviathan and prompt 7 “Be a good boy/girl and swallow for me” along with some others but I saw my boy and decided to chew on him

Please keep in mind that the game is still not out, so when you ask for this you are asking for a bunch of random headcanons sort of put together.

Content: Dom!GN!MC (they/them) x Leviathan (whb), aphrodisiacs, mentioned humiliation, no actual sex

They throw themselves onto the sofa beside him, all of their weight pressing down on the the frame simultaneously as their butt digs into the seat cushion. They reach into their breast pocket and pull out something which they pass to him with a smile.

"Be a good boy and swallow this for me," they whisper into his ear.

Leviathan takes it as he reclines against the sofa that currently holds them. He stares at the dubious bubbling vial they've handed him, swirling with shades of pink and purple and reeking of magic. He can smell the stench of Abaddon wafting from whatever is inside, even contained securely by the small glass container.

"I refuse," he says as he tries to hand the vial back to them.

"Oh, Leviathan," they reach over only to pull the cork out of the vial and push his hand back toward him, "that wasn’t a request."

The overwhelming scent of lust, no longer held at bay by the seal, burns his nostrils and sends blood flowing straight to his crotch. It's pure and concentrated and definitely illegal (not that devils cared about legality in the same manner as humans) outside of any kingdom but Abaddon itself given that lust so powerful is barely distinguishable from madness.

The muscles in his face scrunch up in a mixture of disgust and concern for who would give them something so clearly dangerous, but the worry starts to fade and make way for his own desires as he feels their hand gliding over the bulge growing in his pants. He knows it's whatever is in the vial controlling his body, which is why -- if this is how potent it is by smell alone -- he tries to hand it to them yet again before it can invade his senses more than it already has.

"I have no interest in it."

Short and to the point. He was a king (even if he barely felt like one compared to the others and was always analyzing which aspects of them were better than him). It was only right he put his foot down every now and again, especially with a human.

That thin resolve of his vanishes in an instant, however, as they place their finger against the base of the horn nearest them and start rubbing circles around it.

"Liar," they tease. "I can tell you want to drink it," they softly squeeze his growing erection, "but you're afraid of what it will do to you. You're afraid that you'll humiliate yourself while under its influence. You're imagining all the worst possible scenarios in your head and wondering how you'll ever live them down. It's the uncertainty making you hesitate."

They trail their finger up the fine, sand-like texture of his horn, stroking between the junction where it splits in two and is most sensitive. His pants have gotten uncomfortably tight and he fears they will burst at the seam from how strongly he's straining against them.

"Allow me to alleviate your fears." Their voice has dropped as low as it will go and there is a sultry tinge to their words. "When you drink that, nothing will matter to you more than feeling good and I won't hesitate to abuse that power over you. Any filters or self-restraint you have will disappear. You'll humiliate yourself in ways you can't even imagine and I'll enjoy every moment of it almost as much as you will."

Leviathan bit the inside of his lip, a slurry of contradictory thoughts rushing through his mind but all of them based on his all-consuming jealousy at the unknown.

It was thoughts of fear and anxiety at potentially being seen in a vulnerable state by others. It was the way he wanted them to focus solely on him. It was how his stomach collapsed in on itself when he imagined people whispering behind his back that he was a degenerate or, worse, a prude. It was the fact that he was nowhere near being a king like the others if he let a human push him around. It was the way their voice made everything sound so tempting, despite his misgivings. It was the desire he had to do whatever it took to have their attention. It was the collapsing of his reason and judgment. It was every voice in his head screaming all at once in a cacophony of different desires, all as equally pressing as the last. It was knowing that if he held strong he would envy what could have been, what he could have gained. It was the opposite, knowing that if he gave in he would envy what he'd lost. It was envying the him from only seconds ago who didn't have to make such a choice. It was-

"Go on," they prompt yet again. "I promise you it's the best stuff in all of hell. After all, you deserve nothing but the best."

He tips the vial back into his open mouth like a shot.

Instantly, he feels every nerve inside of him firing simultaneously and his constrained cock twitches as he cum in his pants after two rapid orgasms -- one from the initialshock of the drink and a second from the embarrassment of knowing he'd just ruined his pants. His skin feels like it's boiling and his clothing is a nuisance at best. Any thoughts he may have still had melt and are quickly replaced by his hands wandering across his own body as they try to make him feel good -- a sisyphean task given that every part of him feels unyielding pleasure from even the lightest of touches, but is left uncomfortably wanting when not under the ministrations of his fingers.

The parts of him that feel the best, however, are where they lay their hands; his cock and his horn. He can already feel that he's going to cum again because, even through the fabric of his suit pants, their hand against his groin is pure ecstasy and the other rubbing his horn is euphoria he could never have imagined in his wildest fantasies.

They laugh; a light laugh that is somehow both irrevocably loving and deeply condescending. Whatever intent they have behind such a laugh is lost on him though as all of his reasoning has given way to whatever Abaddon's magic has done to him. He doesn't want to think or restrain himself. All he wants is to feel good, whatever that takes.

"Good boy," they finally praise as they tug at his horn to pull him into a kiss.

As they slip their tongue into his mouth, he can tell that he has cum again and it won't nearly be the last time for the evening.

[little-frog-writes]

Prologue / Prototype (1):

Siffrin liked collecting trinkets. From weirdly shaped shells to discarded human treasures, the mer gathered a whole cave full of the delightful and dreary alike. He enjoyed seeing how each piece of his collection fit together and tried to understand how certain trinkets worked (Surface dwellers always had such fascinating gadgets even though Siffrin didn’t understand them half the time). Shiny and sparkly things, especially, took his interest.

Unfortunately, the small mer lived deep down where shiny, sparkling things rarely where… unless they are fish which aren’t as fun to keep around. Siffrin would know… Loop is the pinnacle of no fun!

Besides, the more interesting pieces always rusted away and lacked their shine if they were able to keep their shape from the intense pressure of the Deep Dark. Therefore, Siffrin would often travel out and venture quite far to find things for his collection! The journeys were always well worth the threat of sunburns and cuts from jagged rocks, despite Loop’s protests.

They didn’t understand why Loop didn’t like them going near the surface. Didn’t Loop know that is where all the cool things where? It was boring staying down in the Deep Dark all the time! Where was the spice, the call of adventure, and, most importantly, the shiny sparkles that Siffrin loved? Loop just didn’t get it.

So he maybe sort of sneaked away from Loop’s careful eye every so often to head up to the surface. Ya, Loop would always get worried and angry when Siffrin came back, but it was always worth it for those pretty sparkles! The tiny mer even shared some of his haul with the leviathan which Siffrin knew they liked. Therefore, there really wasn’t any harm done when Siffrin left.

… Exact this time something happened that Siffrin wasn’t expecting.

It hadn’t been that long since Siffrin had snuck away. He was collecting small things here and there, nothing to big, and was honestly just relaxing in the warm waters. They had been to this particular part of the ocean before and nothing had ever disturbed the waters ever since they first starting visiting.

The little sandy sunken island filled with seaweed, boulders, and sand mounds was peaceful. Only small fish and crabs resided in the area and Siffrin long since claimed the space as his private little hideout. Of course, sparkly things were hidden within the area as far as the eye could see and Siffrin would be the one to find them all!

They were focused on their mission to find and collect so when a big shadow covered the space they were searching, Siffrin was confused. He couldn’t sense a storm brewing and this area rarely had clouds come by, therefore what was going on?

His confusion only furthered when he heard the weird clanking sound to follow and his curiosity sparked. It was a strange clanking, not like that of metal hitting a surface but of something soft yet just as sturdy. An unknown! Oh how stars gathered in Siffrin’s eyes!

He turned, swirled, and shifted in the water trying to follow the unique noise until his eyes landed on a weird bump floating where the waterline sat. It looked kind of like a boat, but made of something Siffrin didn’t know of. This structure wasn’t smooth like all the other boats Siffrin had seen and gave off a sort of patchwork feel. Didn’t look that sturdy at all! Like a boat, but not so a not-boat!

The sound was coming from a part of the not-boat that was longer and sticking out into the water. The waves were pushing the piece back to hit the side of the not-boat and Siffrin wanted to take a closer look. Maybe there were shines on this not-boat!

No one would mind if Siffrin took some since it looked like the not-boat was barely holding itself together.

Now, this is an adventure!

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It’s still May so I can call this mermay stuff and no one can stop me! There will be a part two later! 🧜🏻

[dazaispinkietoe]

Obey Me Theory

I've mentioned it but never discussed it so HERE WE GO!!

In my first post I mentioned that I thought the brothers' sins were based on how they coped with their trauma. I'm sick right now so I'm not sure how good this explanation will be but here we go

So, even though most of the fandom knows about the Obey Me lore some don't (SPOILERS AHEAD!!)

Quick rundown: Basically the brothers were all very close to this girl named Lilith, close enough that they considered her a sister when they lived in Celestia. Eventually, she was introduced to a human and fell in love, but that human got sick and she used forbidden methods to save him. This caused a war and ended with her dying as the brothers watched.

So, how did this affect the brothers? They coped with it in their own ways, but these ways seemed to take them over. Which makes sense because nothing about grief is normal, and it can be hard to get out of once you're in it.

In my theory, the different ways the brothers coped are represented by their sins.

Starting with Lucifer, obviously, he is the sin of pride. When he was in Celestia, he was adored for being a model example. He constantly kept up his appearance and was viewed as a leader or a strong figure, so he thought he had to keep up this act to stay admired. After Lilith died, Lucifer likely felt hopeless, he had become the very thing he hated (a demon), lost his sister, and overall failed to protect his family. He covered up what had happened to protect everyone but that didn't change his emotions. Because of how he behaved in the past, he almost instantly latched on to the boss-employee relationship he had with Diavolo, and to distract himself buried himself in his work. He found that he was discriminated against for being an ex angel, but also that the brothers still viewed him as a guide. So, to regain the little control he had, he faked confidence and tried to control how people viewed him, the quality of work, and his strength. This also, however, caused him to become very anxious of the thoughts around him and as a result his pride took him over.

Then we have Mammon. Escapism seems to be a common trend with these brothers, and Mammon found it through money. He tried to buy happiness, and because of Lilith's death I can imagine that he was scared he wouldn't be able to hold onto something, so he bought more than he needed and got more money than he needed, (even though he still ended up broke,) with the hope that it wouldn't have been taken away from him. He also has mentioned that he likes gambling, which not only supports his money hoarding habits but also gives people a rush of adrenaline, that may have changed his mood and made him feel better for a limited amount of time. Like Lucifer, Mammon wants to protect his family even though they don't always agree with his methods. Greed could play a part in this because if he has a lot of something, people might respect him more and in turn respect his family more.

Leviathan's sin is so similar to Mammon's yet so different. Envy can be caused by Greed and make the same emotions, but they aren't exactly the same. It isn't jealousy either. Envy is when you want something that you don't already have and it makes you feel bad about yourself, while jealousy is towards something you feel like you own. This is important to Leviathan's character because in Nightbringer, he mentions how he felt like he could never fit in anywhere. This is likely because he felt like he was missing what others had, and this feeling probably intensified once he was thrown into a pretty much unknown environment where people weren't as friendly to him. Once he had lost his sibling, he probably also became envious of people with full families, or just the thought of someone having one. He ended up really liking video games and animes to distract himself, but this only intensified his feelings because he felt like these were the only thing he had. And if he couldn't be the best or first at these things, then who was he? Definitely not someone important or deserving of others attention, right?

Satan's is a bit different here because he didn't actually lose a sibling. He was more of an addition than a loss. Because of this, and how he was birthed, he felt alienated from most of society. He also felt a lot of feelings he probably couldn't comprehend. He was shaped into who he was by Lucifer, but started to feel like he was no one but Lucifer himself and grew angry with himself for not being able to do anything about it. Because of these emotions he was feeling, as well as having likely emotionally unavailable siblings due to the time of his birth (even though they tried their best) he ended up becoming angry at himself and everyone around him, even his existence. Because he didn't know how to handle these emotions properly and others began to avoid him, he learned to bottle up these feelings, but that only made it worse. Generally, everything that he did made him angry because he just couldn't understand it.

Asmodeus is a bit of a..uh...case with his, but it definitely makes sense. When he was in Celestia, he was praised for his beauty and purity. Ever since he was little he was celebrating himself and what he was, because he was taught to do so. His image was almost all of who he was, what everyone praised him for. So, once he was thrown down into Devildom, he didn't know how to react. Purity wouldn't be praised anymore, and everyone hated him because of where he came from anyways. His entire self image was ruined, and even though he didn't regret giving Lilith even a chance at survival, was it all for nothing? So he tries to fit in. He makes himself look wanted to the public eye, tries and figures out Devildom's social norms, what they like, and what they want to see, but it doesn't work the way he wants it to. He becomes overly obsessed with his self image to the point of self destruction if he's rejected (Solomon found him sobbing because a woman rejected his advances,) but that's not the only reason he's so lustful. He behaves like this to distract himself, too, to not give himself a chance to think about what happened to him, and we see how he just doesn't comprehend the weight of situations both in the original Obey Me and in Nightbringer.

Beelzebub's is a bit difficult if you don't know how chemicals work and stuff, but I tried my best so here we go. Once Lilith died, Beelzebub carried a lot of guilt over the situation and blamed himself for not being able to protect her. This created a very anxious feeling for him, that could probably be considered very very close to hunger, or like a static feeling in his stomach. Because of this, he tried to fill the void by consuming as much as he can, which must be a lot because lets admit it...he is NOT a small man like wtf, 😭 but it never really worked. The feeling was still there, like something was wrong, and it hurt. But besides that, his gluttony may have also been because of how food affects the brain. A lot of people do binge eat when they're stressed, because it produces chemical reactions in the brain that can stop the discomfort for a little while, especially if you're eating something that you like. This may also be a part of the reason Beelzebub gets so mad when he has nothing to eat, because he has no way (in his mind) to control the stress, and gets overwhelmed.

Okay now I'm sure you're all very tired of me talking about Belphegor BUT PLEASE CHAT JUST LISTEN PLEASE HE'S SO RELATABLE JUST GIVE HIM A CHANCE. Belphegor watched Lilith die, and like Beelzebub very much blames himself for it, and like the other brothers was discriminated against heavily for being an ex angel. But instead of confronting this, Belphegor chose to avoid his thoughts. He slept, hoping that his dreams would be better and that he wouldn't have to feel what he was now. This way, no one could bother him, he didn't have to feel, in fact, he didn't have to experience half the things he does when he's awake. There was nothing for him to look forward to, anyways, so he'd be fine. But once he can't sleep he gets anxious, and we see this once he gets desperate and contacts MC, asking for help to sleep. He thinks that sleep will fix his problems when in reality he's just avoiding them like all the rest of his siblings.

[prideofcelestia]

❝ reincarnation ❞

notes -> this is my piece for leviathan's birthday collaboration 2023. the prompt is 'reincarnation'

i had a lot of fun with this collab. everyone worked really hard and it was a beautiful feeling to work with people who love the game and levi. thank you everyone for the support and effort you put!

happy birthday, levi!!! thank you for being my beacon of hope during bleak times. you are such an amazing otaku. you give me courage to love the things i do ♡

contains tw -> angst, mentions of war, mentions of death, angst with a happy, hopeful ending.

leviathan x gender neutral reader

Levi jumped, a magazine lying at his feet.

“Ivel-chan was reincarnated as a slime in this life and she will have her revenge!”

He remembered crying buckets last week when they had killed her off. So what if she was a side character? In his heart, she was brighter than the protagonist who only gave fan service these days. At least Ivel-chan had character!

The door to his room flung over. Lucifer peeked inside, his eyes glimmering with sadistic enthusiasm. The twins, who were only toddlers, rested in baby clasps, one on his back, one in the front.

“Levi, dinner has been ready for ten minutes now. Do you want to come to the table or be fed right here?”

“Eep! I-I am coming.”

༺☆༻

“Mammon, don’t play with your food. Asmo, put the mirror down. Satan, don’t glare at your food,” Lucifer chided before feeding a happy Beel.

“Levi, remember that you have to show [Name] around the neighbourhood.”

Levi groaned because he liked staying indoors, “Why do I have to do it?”

“Because their family just shifted in yesterday and [Name] is the same age as you. So as good," Lucifer put emphasis, making Levi shudder, "neighbours, we must do our duty.”

༺☆༻

Seeing you for the first time made Levi feel butterflies in his stomach. You seemed someone out of his memory but that somehow made you feel more real than ever. Every word of protest he had been repeating to himself till then disappeared.

He has had crushes before, both reel and real but it felt different this time. It was as if he knew you from somewhere, and not in a I-have-seen-you-before kind of way but in a I-know-you-well kind of way. It made him feel uncomfortable. He felt violated, as if you could see right through him. He might not be too difficult to read, given that he was nothing more than a yucky otaku but he still had some secrets he wanted to keep safe and your vibe was completely off.

“Do I know you?” you asked, feeling a knot in your stomach that you could not justify.

The idea of letting a stranger show you around a new neighbourhood made you anxious, but the feeling that dominated you right now was curiosity, and surprisingly, interest.

༺☆༻

Levi wasn't that bad. He actually did a good job showing you the places that mattered. The arcade, the stores where the best instant ramen was to be found, the aquarium, and… an anime cafe, too. The last one quite surprised you.

You started hanging out together, mostly because you had become acquainted with him a little, and he seemed fun. He held the same opinion about you and made plans together, although all of it was in his room, playing games.

It felt as if you had lived those exact moments several times with him. Every time he leaned against you during an intense gaming session and apologised, or when he offered you new ramen flavours to try, you would be hit with a memory from a time unknown.

Even though your mind was foggy, you knew that the places you pictured him in were more beautiful than your memory could produce. To add colour to mystery, he was in some sort of an angel cosplay. It all felt really bizarre but it made you think about him more than should be considered healthy.

In his turn, Levi felt guilty that he just couldn't get you out of his mind. He was supposed to be a good friend to you. Wasn't it betraying you if he was, what he believed it to be, falling in love with you?!

༺☆༻

The dreams followed soon. You could neither understand the significance nor discuss it with someone to come to a conclusion.

Those felt disconnected and unreal and you kept mixing the details in your head, not to mention the haunted look Levi had the day after you got one of the dreams.

One day, you decided to take him into your confidence. Slowly but firmly.

You said casually, “Levi, why do you look so tired today?”

He blinked and looked frightened, “Huuuu-? Me?? We-Well, there's something on my m-m-mind. I didn't know how to t-tell you this. I've been having strange dreams these days. I got one last night.”

You stopped in your tracks abruptly to turn towards him. He felt hot under your intense gaze.

“Wh-Why are you looking at m-m-me like that?”

“It’s just,” you began, extremely calm and intrigued, “I have been having dreams that I can’t explain for a while too. Maybe we should talk.”

༺☆༻

“Is this the place?” you called out to Levi after reaching the top of the hill.

The poor guy had been running to keep up with you. Presently, he sat down to rest. Once he could breathe well, he looked around.

There were a few trees scattered around. Wild grass and dandelions had spread there for a good while, lending a weathered yellow look to the place.

It was hauntingly beautiful in your eyes.

“Y-Yeah, this is the place I saw in my dr-dreams. I have been too afraid to come here alone,” Levi said, almost breathless.

The place seemed to talk to him too.

You explored the place while Levi was content with glancing around from his spot.

A sense of nostalgia washed over you. When you glanced back at him, you knew that he felt the same.

On walking around, you came across a small pond that seemed to draw you in.

That's when you saw something shining between the rocks.

After nudging the rocks aside, you found a locket there. It must have been a pretty colour once but now it was rusted and impossible to open.

You didn't know why you hid it so quickly when you heard Levi calling out for you.

Maybe you needed time to think and figure it out yourself first.

༺☆༻

You couldn't put the matter aside for later. The object seemed to call out to you so you put the controller down and turned towards Levi.

“Listen, I picked something up from that place.”

You pulled the locket out and showed it to your friend.

His eyes grew as large as saucepans, “Wh-What do you mean you just randomly picked it up? It could be bad, REALLY b-bad! We still don’t know what those dreams mean!”

You sighed and motioned it towards him, “But isn’t this better than to just speculate?”

He croaked, “The dreams make me uncomfortable… the place… I feel like I have been there before.”

You inched closer to him.

“I understand. Don't worry, I am here with you.”

He stared at you before his lips finally curved up in a smile. “Thank you. You are my true friend, my best friend even!”

Then he shrugged his shoulders, “I guess this is what a protagonist would do. Who am I to stop you? Let's see if it does anything.”

When he touched the locket in your hand, everything around grew dark.

༺☆༻

You were transported to a place beautiful beyond expectations. A strong, shaky hand wrapped around your shoulder, surprising you. A quick glance revealed that it was Levi. He was wearing pure white robes and there was a halo floating on his head. You wanted to laugh and tease him but you couldn’t move.

“I love you, [Name],” he said. The pain in his voice and the fire in his eyes took you aback. “I-I promise that I will pr-protect you in the war.”

What war?

Your mouth seemed to have a mind of its own. Your hand intertwined with his and you found yourself smiling while your veins coursed with fear. “I love you too, Levi. I will not let any harm come to you. Forever, remember?”

“Yes, fo-forever,” he spoke shyly but there was a smile on his face.

༺☆༻

The scene shifted. You were in armed combat with an extremely angry looking woman.

Damn! She was skilled. Every time she swung her spear, you thought that you were about to die, but your body moved meticulously to avoid the attacks.

“[Name], are you fine?” Levi screamed from somewhere.

The female angel raised her eyebrows and showed you a nasty smile before pointing her spear in the direction of Levi’s voice. Your eyes widened as you turned around only to find him busy commanding his army.

He would notice the spear too late! You launched yourself in front of him just before the fatal blow.

“[Name]!”

The poison flowed through your body with vigour, making you fall in and out of consciousness. Levi caught you just as you were about to give up.

With his features contorted with rage, he turned towards the female angel. She smiled triumphantly.

"SOLDIERS!" Levi bellowed. "Attack her!"

The woman got her spear ready and took charge while Levi's army flew past Levi at top speed.

The legion of angels he had been fighting looked on with hope.

The leader of the opposition commanded in a muffled tone, “Attack [Name] together while Leviathan is distracted. That way he will lose his intention to fight.”

Someone put a dagger through Levi's back but despite not understanding the source of the pain, he shielded you with his body. He prioritised you over his own life.

"Soldiers! Protect [Name]!"

It was too late. His eyes felt heavy owing to the poison in the dagger. He couldn't even see where his sworn angels were for the last time or who had been his nemesis in the end.

You both fell together. If you couldn't be alive together, then you two would be together in death.

༺☆༻

“I wish we had a normal life together. Then, we wouldn’t have had to live like outcasts,” Levi whispered when he saw you struggling to keep your eyes open. “As long as I had a chance to live with you, I was happy being an outcast. It seems that our time is up now.”

Levi cried, not because of his condition, but to see life draining from your eyes slowly. “I-I am the happiest angel that’s about to die, [Name]. I am sorry I couldn’t protect you in this life.”

A tear ran down your cheek, “I am sorry too for breaking my promise. I couldn't be with you forever. I couldn't protect you in the end either… I hope we meet again, Levi. I will love you in every lifetime.”

Your hands were intertwined, a locket in your grasp. A locket that enclosed your happiest memory together.

༺☆༻

The flashback ended and you both came back to your senses.

“Ouch!” you yelled and tried to pull your hand back. Levi had it in a tight grasp.

On seeing the fear etched on his face, you got quiet and took a deep breath. It had all felt so surreal.

“What just happened?” you murmured, the full burden of the flashback just setting in.

He looked at your entwined hands and noticed the absence of the locket. He felt a pang in his heart. He only knew that it had been important once but he didn't understand how. Surely it was no merch so why did he care so much?!

“I th-think it was the locket," he blurted out. "When we bo-both touched it, we finally saw the… the entire dream.”

A thoughtful silence filled the room.

You whispered, “I don’t think it was a dream.”

You squeezed his hand gently before looking at him with bated breath.

His lower lip quivered, “I don’t think it was a dream either.”

He turned his gaze towards you. His grip tightened, “D-Did I ever tell you that I am glad we met? I'm happy that you're not a dream. I want to keep knowing you, to make more memories with you. Will you let me?”

༺☆༻

Two people, seated in a small room, forgot the game they had been playing and instead glanced at each other at the moment. Their eyes held tenderness and the advent of new love.

The vast world danced with endless possibilities for their future. No moment was wasted as they decided their own future, unsullied by their past but still keeping their spirit alive.

It was a life they wanted and that was good enough.

[violetduchess]

Character Analysis #1

Subject: Mammon [Obey Me]

Welcome to the first installment of my Character Analysis Series. I'll do my best to analyze and explain what makes up a character. (Side Note: I'm only human and I'm probably going to miss something's l, I'm also not completely caught up so there may be info I dont know about. With that said let's start.

At first glance mammon may appear like your classic tsundere, however beneath the surface lies a surprisingly deep character.

I'll begin with some of his relationships with some of his brothers and MC.

Lucifer- Ah, the complicated one. While mammon love all his brothers, it's clear Lucifer holds a special place in his heart.

Before the Celestial War, mammon was an angel under Michael, who couldn't handle him, and pawned him off to lucifer. He was Lucifer's right hand man and watched over Beelzebub, Belphagor and Lilith.

After the fall and subsequently Lilith's "death", Mammon was the one to comfort Lucifer, and despite seeming to be at each other's throats they are probably the closest brothers. Lucifer knows that when it comes down to it, he can rely on mammon. He even assigns Mammon as the guardian of MC, because he trust him.

Satan- It was said that Mammon had a hand in raising satan, though how much is unknown. I personally believe that Mammon was a big influence on Satan. 1. Lucifer most likely wasn't in the right state of mind to raise a child, so Mammon most likely picked up his slack. (This is probably what started Satan's dislike of lucifer.) While they aren't especially close now, Satan still holds a sliver of respect for Mammon.

MC- Originally he is annoyed he has to watch over a "weak human", but very quickly changes his tune after the MC is injured during the TSL Battle. He has trouble expressing his feelings, and when called out, he immediately backtracks. He feels like he constantly has to remind MC (and everyone one else) that he's the first demon they made a pact with.

Personality

People seem to forget that despite his easy-going personality he is still the second most powerful demon. Mammon just has the best control of his power and temper, as noted when he (and Asmodeus) are the only brothers that haven't attacked MC. He's always in control of himself, that's why Lucifer entrusts the exchange student to him, despite his "scummy" behavior, he knows Mammon wouldn't attack them.

Mammon has resigned himself to be the family's punching bag and he takes it all in stride.

Sin

Mammon is the Avatar of Greed, and we have this proven to us over and over again. He owes all his brothers money, and has stolen items from them. He even attempts to steal from the royal treasury.

Despite all the other brothers acting on their sin *cough* Beel *cough*, Mammon gets the most backlash being call all kinds of names including, but not limited to StupidMammon, Idiot, Scumbag, Greedy McGreedyface, etc.

Fun Headcanons

Mammon's Jacket was given to him by by Asmodeus and he treasures it.

Mammon is smarter than he let's on he just doesn't see the point in trying.

Him and Leviathan have anime marathon nights

The few times Mammon has gotten truly angry, actually unsettles Lucifer.

He taught Satan to read.

After a big Fangal game, Mammon treats Beel to a large dinner.

All rights reserved @violetduchess. All works of fanfiction belong to me, please do not copy, translate or repost any works without my express permission. Thank you.~☆

[ohpossuhm]

i started playing dredge on Nov27 and finished yesterday Dec3. I also got the new DLC before did the final quest and did all of that. i love catching fish i love Dredge, I think I ended up with almost 28 hours played over the past 6 days

A pattern in some of the games i enjoy the most:

1wholesome at the surface, ie gameplay, with some darker undertones

2collecting creatures to fill out a compendium/encyclopedia of sorts

3somewhat “simple” graphics, clean or stylized may be a better word, when the visuals are too complex it makes it harder for me to process

My favorite games I feel this pattern(major spoilers btw)

Bugsnax, Subnautica, even Breathe of the Wild, and now Dredge

in Bugsnax you collect bugsnax to fill out your bugapedia, The surface gameplay being catching bugsnax, solving puzzles, exploring, giving your new friends bugsnax they want and being able to make funny looking characters with them, you also get your won hut to upgrade and decorate with trinkets from your friends. The darker undertone is you learn these snax are actually parasites, and the more you have fed your friends, the more vulnerable they are in the last battle to being overcome by bugsnax- your friends are troubled you have the option to help resolve their inner (and outer) conflicts but it is an option, and they can die without ever confronting their shortcomings.

In Subnautica you collect data on creatures by scanning them, sometimes while being actively attacked. On the surface/gameplay, you catch fish and explore the ocean/planet collecting resources to build your base and you can do some decorating, hatch eggs in an aquarium. The darker undertone is of course you crash landed, all your crewmates are dead, the rescue ship tried to save you and got shot down and died, youre infected with a bacteria and can not leave until you are cured, you discover this is actually a planet that has really suffered from this bacteria, the leviathan that could cure it is much too old and her eggs struggle to hatch.

In BoTW: i will admit, it fits a little less on multiple accounts but i can still fit it here so its staying- the compendium does not play as center stage as the other games, however you can still find and take pictures of all the creatures in the game. the surface gameplay is solving puzzles, helping strangers and old friends, taking in beautiful scenery. its dark undertone is ofc calamity ganon, not exaactly an undertone more of a looming overtone that you can ignore but its close enough.

In Dredge you’re a fisherman and you catch fish and fill out the encyclopedia, you also can catch all the aberrations of the fish. on the surface, you catch fish and do sidequests for all sorts of people, theres a dog to rescue too! the music and the water sounds are so calming(during the day) and you can upgrade your boat and unlock all sorts of rods, nets, engines and crab pots. The dark undertones are partially unknown ie how did the aberrations come to be this way? what the fuck IS that in the “bad” ending? and partially known, our playable character seems to have experienced some memory loss, on purpose. hes separated himself into fisherman and collector (and also old fisherman iirc?) to bring back his dead wife using dark magic, the lighthouse keeper is the only one who knows him and she is very old compared to our character, presumably also kept alive by dark magic. Our character apparently also had major cognitive dissonance about himself and the collector, he tells the lighthouse keeper he has the book, and she says hes had it the whole time. throughout the entire game the character is plagued by perils of the sea and his own hallucinations, the line between them is often hard to draw clearly. It is definitely true the perils are made worse if we are also hallucinating.

[anghraine]

The best friend and I played a bunch of Mass Effect 3 over the last few weeks! The things I remember most clearly are Thessia, Leviathan, Sanctuary, Horizon, the Citadel DLC, and the initial return to [redacted].

Long ramble about all of it:

My best friend had me choose the companions for the run to the temple on Thessia, and naturally I chose our beloved Liara and problematic fave Javik. I wasn't glad to see it fall (quite the contrary), but it seemed a bit apropos that the asari leadership's various choices wrt the war came back to bite them. Still, it was really sad, esp since it's the only time we really saw it and Liara was really upset.

...all the more because we brought Javik and he kept interrupting her explanations to be like "all your religious beliefs are gifts we gave to your people's ancestors before they figured out writing." It was a lot for her, but I did feel a touch of annoyance at what seemed a bit of an unspoken assumption that this might happen to other people's homes, but not hers. Very asari, to be sure. And I like it as a subtle aspect of her character—not a criticism of the game there, just a sidenote, I guess.

Kai Leng showing up was just ... /sigh. I don't really get what his deal is beyond being Cerberus and hating Shepard a lot for some unknown reason. Eventually we do see the past!Illusive Man comparing him to Shepard (in a positive way!), so maybe it's something to do with that, idk. He feels pretty underwritten to me compared to the rest of the major cast, who are generally super vivid (I mean, I love background characters like Westmoreland!). So I'm just irritated when he shows up and disrupts interesting things.

The Leviathan DLC was a really good horror episode taken in its own right, but as part of the wider game, I'm not sure. I kind of ... didn't want to know more about the Reapers? The sequence was fantastic (especially down in the bottom of the sea!), yet the less mysterious the Reapers get, the less engaged I am by them. Whatever the hell is going on with Cerberus and the Illusive Man is a lot more compelling to me at this point.

Speaking of whom, Sanctuary was just what the fuck?! from beginning to end. I've always been suspicious of the whispers about it, but I didn't guess that they were transforming refugees into husks to experiment on, you know? Damn. Miranda was not exaggerating about her father's callousness even a little.

Speaking of Miranda, she is probably at the top of my problematic ME characters list, and ... look. Okay. I know the mechanics of the game suggest she's straight. To me she has the most intense bi energy of just about any human in the game. I love (female) Shepard/Liara, a lot, but I just feel like there's a ton of UST between our Shepard and Miranda, all the more by the end of the Citadel DLC. I'll just leave that there.

After that, it was extremely cathartic to wreck the Cerberus base on Horizon with EDI. No gods no masters <3

And then we got to finally kill Kai Leng for good. Asshole. Blahblah, more villain monologues from the younger-looking Illusive Man (/suspicion). I suspect he's in cahoots with Harbinger or something and thinks he's actually the one in control.

Then there was the Citadel DLC, which I've heard a lot of great things about. Early on, I wasn't actually sure I'd like it as much as other people do—self-referential humor and stakes-lowering banter are not to my taste in general, and there were several times in the earlier parts that it didn't quite work for me (not because it was bad, but I just don't like that kind of thing by and large). I did laugh at the "I should go" jokes, though!

We did it with Wrex-Liara and then Garrus-Liara, which felt very apropos to the storyline, since the whole deal with the clone is that she has all of Shepard's technical skills but overlooks the importance of Shepard as team player and friend. And Wrex, Garrus, and Liara specifically go way back with Shepard.

When the clone was going on her villain rants about how she has everything Shepard did, she can do everything Shepard can, I was like "but she can't do everything Liara and Garrus can ... oh. This is about the power of friendship!" And it was, in a really charming way.

I did think Brooks was suspect as hell the whole time, so that was validating.

The clone's obsession with being The Real Shepard and having the grand mystique and galactic stature and all of that did highlight something interesting to me. I'd read an argument that ME1 is actually the best ME game, and one of the reasons in that argument is that ME1 Shepard is ... cool, but not nearly the superstar legend she becomes later on.

And Shepard's super special awesome greatness is hammered in a lot through ME2&3. I'm not sure that's actually worse than being scrappier, in terms of some artistic merit kind of thing, but the DLC is so reliant on Shepard's mystique that it got me thinking again about how easily this could become really annoying.

Like, I've loved many special or chosen male characters, but the idea of male badass Shepard seems just incredibly tedious to me. I'm not sure I could buy into this except with the pretty specific scenario we have of a lesbian Shepard who came up through a hard childhood on the streets of Earth.

Anyway, I absolutely adored the end of the clone arc (Garrus and Liara pulling the real Shepard up ;_;) and then the entire rest of the DLC, except the pull-up thing with James (very tiresome mechanically and he's my least fave of the ME3 squad). Miranda and Jack semi-reconciling was really adorable and I loved all the bizarre inter-character dynamics at the party. Also, Traynor winning against an asari named Polgara made me cackle. And my absolute most hated from ME2, Zaeed, was kind of delightful. Zaeed vs The Claw was just ... jafdkk;jadfjk;a

And Glyph's little bowtie! Incredible all around.

Oh, and the little date with Liara was super sweet. I loved that it stopped where it did, just that image of them embracing. It's great.

It was nice to see them seriously together even later, of course. And we got back to Earth! I was incredibly tired at that point, so my main thought was that the imagery of the united galactic fleet was essentially what The Rise of Skywalker tried and failed to do, but it was fantastic here, especially after everything we've done to get (almost) everyone together. (We did basically tell the salarians to go fuck themselves wrt the genophage.)

London looks suitably dreadful and we'd just gone around and talked to Anderson and then essentially everyone. Pretty much everyone continually brought up how awesome Shepard is, again, which reinforced my sense that this could be really annoying but is very nice for lesbian Shepard, and in any case, it feels like it's going somewhere now. We'll see where exactly that is!

[weakforskz]

Sounds Of Someday- Chapter 1: The First Meeting

Summary: Sam and Dean first meet Dejah when Bobby unexpectedly falls into a coma. They discover they weren’t the only people Bobby cared for. They meet her again later, right before Bobby passes away. After his passing, she wants to help them take down the leviathans and becomes forever entangled in their lives.

2008

Dejah

As I glance at my phone, an unknown number appears on the screen. I hesitate to answer it and allow it to go to voicemail. However, my curiosity is piqued when I listen to the message: "This is UPMC Mercy Hospital in Pittsburgh, Philadelphia. We hope to contact Ms. Dejah Kiligan regarding Robert Singer's well-being. This name and number were listed as one of two emergency contacts. If this is you, please call us back at your earliest convenience. Thank you."

I immediately call the number back, "Hi, this is Dejah Kiligan. I was just informed about Robert Singer." There's a brief pause on the other end before the lady who called me answers, "Yes, that was me who made the call. I'm glad you were able to get back to us.” 

I don't waste any time and ask, "He's like a father to me. What happened to him?" "He unexpectedly fell into a coma with no other complications," she replies. I'm puzzled and say, "Really? That's quite strange." "Yes, ma'am, that's the case," she confirms.

I nod and ask, "Alright, could I please get his room number so I can visit him?" I grab a pen and paper quickly. "Yes, ma'am. He's in room 314," she says. I jot down the number and say, "Alright, 314. Thank you so much. Bye-bye." "Bye-bye," she responds.

I hang up the phone and immediately email my bosses, informing them I'll be out most of the week. I then pack my belongings and prepare to leave.

I rush to the hospital, still feeling puzzled about Bobby's sudden coma. As I walk through the hospital corridors, I can't help but feel a sense of dread. I take a deep breath and steadies myself before entering Bobby's room. 

I see him lying there, hooked up to machines, and my heart sinks. I pull up a chair next to him and take his hand. I whisper, "Hey, Bobby. It's me, it’s Dejah. I'm here." 

As I sit there, two men enter the room. “Can we help you?” One of the two asks, weary about my presence in the room. “Yes, I’m Dejah. Bobby is a dear friend of mine.” Both men look at me confused, “I wonder why he never told either of us about you.” The other man wonders aloud. I nod in agreement, “Yeah, me too,” The man who spoke first sticks his hand out, “I’m Dean, and this is my brother Sam. Nice to meet you. I’m glad Bobby has at least one other person in his life.” I shake his hand and then Sam’s, “Nice to meet both of y’all. And likewise, I’m thrilled Bobby has other people in his life.”

As we talk, there's something different about these two men. They're not like anyone I've ever met. However, I don't dwell on it too much, as my focus is on Bobby and his recovery. 

After spending a few hours with Bobby, I return to my hotel. Before I leave, Dean gives me his number, “Here. Call me if you need anything, okay? We’ll also keep you updated on Bobby as needed.” I graciously take the piece of paper, “Thanks. I will. Here’s mine in case you need to contact me first.” I hand him a slip of paper back.

Dean sits with a conscience and sits up Bobby as I return to the hospital. “Bobby! Thank God you’re okay!” I run over and hug him tightly. “I ain’t dead yet, child.” He retorts, and I giggle. “And you weren’t worried about me, were ‘ya?” My head shakes, “Na, ‘course not. I know you’re tough and whatnot.” Bobby rolls his eyes, and Dean scoffs. My eyes sharpen, and my gaze shifts towards Dean with a hint of warning. His scoff quickly turns into a nervous chuckle as he realizes he has overstepped. 

I turn back towards Bobby, "What happened?" I ask, concern lacing my voice. “Work,” Bobby responds. I nod, “So, a case gone wrong.” I muse, and Bobby nods. “She knows?”Dean voices his confusion. “Yeah.”

 Sam enters the room before more can be said, “So, uh, stoner boy wasn’t in his dorm. My guess is he’s long gone by now.” He glances over to Bobby, still in disbelief that he’s awake. “He ain’t much of a stoner.” Dean looks confused yet again, “No?” “No.” Bobby responds, “His name is Jeremy Frost, full-on genius, 160 I.Q. Which is saying something, considering his dad took a baseball bat to his head.” He continues, and Sam looks miffed. 

Bobby grabs one of many pieces of paper off the tray before him and hands it to Sam. “Here’s father of the year. He died before Jeremy was 10.” “Looks like a real sweetheart,” Sam responds sarcastically before handing the paper back to Bobby. “Injury gave him Charcot-Wilbrand. He hasn’t dreamt since.” “Till he started dosing the dream drug.” Dean deduces from the conversation, yet I’m still confused, not fully aware of what’s going on. “Yep.” Bobby responds, nodding his head. “How did he know how to dig up your worst nightmare and throw it at you?” Dean questions. “Hey, he was rooting around in my skull. God knows what he saw in there.” Bobby deflects, but Sam sees through it, “Yeah, how’d he get in there in the first place? Isn’t he supposed to have some of your hair, your DNA, or something?”

“Yeah,” Dean agrees. “Yeah,” Bobby agrees, “Before I knew it was him, he offered me a beer. I drank it. Dumbest friggin’ thing.” I roll my eyes at Bobby. “Of course, ya did,” I mutter. Dean looks down and does not make eye contact. “Oh, I don’t know. It wasn’t that dumb.” He laughs nervously and looks up at Sam and Bobby, whose eyes are on him now. “Dean, you didn’t.” Sam glares at him. “I was thirsty.” Dean rationalizes his dumb mistake. “That’s great! Now, he can come after either one of you.” Sam scolds, his voice growing slightly louder. “Well, now we just have to find him first,” Dean states, staying calm. “We better work fast and coffee up. ‘Cause the one thing we cannot do is fall asleep.” Bobby reveals.

I stay with Bobby until he is released from the hospital. “I should head back. I didn’t tell my boss exactly how long I planned to be gone, and I have work to do. Plus, I know you, Sam, and Dean can handle what’s going on here.” Bobby nods, “I understand. Hey, thanks for coming and checkin’ on me.” I smile at him. “Of course, Bobby. I mean, you’re really the only family I have, so of course I had to be here for you.” We hug before I turn to walk away. “Bye, Bobby!” “See ya kid.”

[risingoflights]

The old blood

(Cleaning my comp and found this fic outline from years ago. Won’t ever finish it so putting it up in its current form.)

"This single materia,” Aerith says to Yuffie, “is more important than all the mastered ones you stole combined."

"Is it that powerful?"

"Goodness no. It's completely useless."

"I don't think that's true,” Yuffie muses. “When I was up on the Da Chao... I felt it humming. I never knew materia could hum."

That's why she kept this one on her person when all the others were stashed safely with her horde of cats.

"Humming."

"Like it was... happy? That sounds really dumb, but it's true."

"Hmm. On the Da Chao, was it? Can you take me up there?"

---

Off the trails from the shrines available to tourists is a small waterfall and lake - the deepest point of which rises only to the chest. It's beautiful, and Aerith is enthralled.

Off to one side stands a worn statue of Leviathan atop a stone set with a plaque.

"What does it say?" Aerith runs her fingers into the grooves and traces the words.

Yuffie hesitates. "Clear tranquil." And rethinks. "The literal translation is something like - tranquil as still water. or, tranquil enough to still water. something like that."

Yuffie adds - "You could say this is a sacred place, though the idea of sacred is different in Wutai than the religions in the east. When we say sacred, we mean... more connected to the earth, to the past, to the unknown life forces of nature and the spirits that affect our daily lives."

"A land abundant in spirit energy…" Aerith is lost in thought.

"This is a shrine dedicated to one of my ancestors - the great Lady Kisaragi of like two thousand years ago. The legend goes that a great plague swept through the nation and a large portion of the population became sick. The Lady Kisaragi meditated at this spot for many days and nights... then waded into the water to call upon Leviathan for guidance. Heeding her call, Leviathan rose from the lake and into the heavens, bringing a gentle rain across the continent, which healed all the people it touched."

"Interesting..."

"They're just stories." Yuffie rocks back on her heels. "Dad says that, for generations, our family had a special connection with Leviathan and could summon him without materia. But if that were still the case, we wouldn't have lost the war so badly..."

"Yuffie," Aerith looks serious. "Have you ever tried it?"

"Tried what?"

"Summoning Leviathan without materia."

"...No."

"Then give it a go now."

---

Yuffie, standing waist-deep in the still water, makes herself feel better by reminding herself that Aerith once talked Cloud into crossdressing.

"This is dumb."

Aerith had taken off her materia ribbon, and is standing thoughtfully with it from the shore.

"You're right," she says. "Oh, not about this being dumb. About the materia humming. That's funny - it hardly ever does that."

"What's the deal with that thing anyway? I've never seen materia like it."

"Not now. Now, you concentrate on summoning Leviathan."

"How the heck am I supposed to do that?"

"I don't know. Close your eyes. Feel the energy around you. This place is sacred, right? Tap into the spirit world."

Yuffie closes her eyes and tries not to feel the cool water soaking into her shorts.

"It's not working," she moans after a while. "Aerith, I'm cold and this is stupid."

Aerith thinks for a bit and wades into the lake with Yuffie.

"Stop complaining. Come on. Just try a little harder." She takes both of Yuffie's hands, and the materia buzzes under their fingers. "Come on. Tranquil as still water. Listen - this place is trying to tell you something. Can't you hear it?"

Yuffie can't hear a thing. But Aerith is the most convincing person she's ever met. So Yuffie closes her eyes, feeling Aerith's hands, and tries again to talk to Leviathan.

The surface of the lake ripples outwards with the cascading waterfall. The sound of water fills Yuffie's ears. There's laughter in there, and sadness. There's a song, and loneliness. Yuffie feels like her soul is rising from her body.

And then, the surface of the lake swirls. She feels something brush against her thighs and almost falls over. Aerith laughs, still holding onto her hands. Yuffie opens her eyes, looks down, and finds the two of them standing in the middle of a whirlpool of small colourful fish all circling in the same direction, scales catching in the sun.

"What the heck?" Yuffie's laughing too, she can't believe her eyes. "They're not Leviathan!"

"No, they're not," Aerith is almost breathless with giggles. "But this is even better."

"How is this better? Have you ever heard of a great warlord winning by throwing an army of fish at the enemy?"

"Alright, not practical for war. But they obviously heard your call."

"This is amazing," Yuffie has to admit. "I never knew... I mean, yeah, the cats follow me around town but I just figured I must smell like fish or something. I mean I will definitely smell like fish now but. What exactly is happening here?"

"I think," Aerith says, "you've got some of the old blood in you."

The fish start losing interest and slipping away.

"Old blood?"

"Cetran blood." Aerith looks lonely. "In your ancestry. Have you ever thought about it?"

---

"This materia belonged to my mom. It's supposed to be very important, but I haven't figured out why, or how to use it."

They're sitting on the shore, surrounded by grass, drying out. Aerith has the materia in her hand, and holds it up to the light.

"So why do you keep it around?"

"It reminds me of mom. There's this old story... that the longer a person holds on to something, the more of that person that object holds. And since mom held on to this for more than two thousand years, it really makes me feel close to her still."

"Two thousand years?!"

"That's how old mom was. At least. She lost count herself by the end."

A pause.

"So your mom... was definitely a Cetra."

"The last one, so she said. Shinra wanted to use her as a divining rod for mako reserves, among other things... but I think they were a bit disappointed by her lack of ability. Or maybe her lack of interest. Personally I think she was busy using all her energy on something more important... but she never shared what."

Aerith looks a bit sad again. Yuffie decides to change the subject.

"So the Cetran powers... have you got them too?"

"A bit. Nothing dramatic." Aerith shrugs. "If I listen... I can sometimes hear a chorus of voices. But I can only decipher their tone, not their meaning. It's like... a whole group of people desperately trying to tell you something in a language you never learned. It's can feel pretty frustrating a lot of the time. Like this materia... I know mom gave it to me for a purpose, but I don't know what. It's like a jigsaw... except I've only got one piece, and the rest of the puzzle is missing."

Yuffie can't imagine what that's like

"But there are perks," Aerith says. "Little bits of magic, like you with the fish and the cats. Plants and flowers grow better when I'm around. I can make them grow faster, too... but that wears them out, so I don't do it."

"Wow. Too bad we can't beat Sephiroth with 'little bits of magic', like animals or flowers."

"If somebody had shown Sephiroth more insignificant magic when he was younger... maybe we wouldn't need to worry about beating him now."

---

The afternoon light is golden when they start descending the Da Chao. They pauses to admire the view.

"Hey, is your materia still... humming?"

"Yep" Aerith answers cheerfully. "But it was most vocal at the shrine, and it's getting quieter the further we go. I wish I knew what it meant."

"Maybe it's trying to say something." Yuffie suggests. "Maybe you just need to find a way to talk back."

"Talk back..." Aerith ponders. "With the materia..." She frowns lightly. "That sounds almost familiar. I wish I'd paid more attention to mom... or mom paid more attention to me. I feel completely useless."

"Don't beat yourself up. For the last of your species, you're doing pretty well."

"Thanks. But I feel less alone today than I have for a long time. Thank you, Yuffie."

"Aw, shucks."

"No matter what though, I think we can safely agree that this place is special. No matter what the reason is, the materia responded to the shine. It's a beautiful, special place. When this is all over, can we come back?"

"Of course. Maybe by then I could actually summon Leviathan instead of a bunch of fish."

Aerith laughs. Yuffie is getting really attached to the sound.

---

"I think I figured it out."

Standing at the edge of the crater, Aerith looks so, so small. Yuffie supposes she must look the same.

The airship floats above them, and the dusk is settling into the dust.

"What?"

"The materia. It's like... a PHS."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Except most places have really bad reception, or too many people try to use the line at the same time and you get a jammed line and no effective communication."

"Huh."

"But certain areas on the planet allow the phone to work properly. That's where the materia hums. It's just a matter of learning how to pick up, and what to say afterward."

"So... should we go back to Wutai?"

"No... I think there's one more place that might work better."

"Where?"

Aerith shakes her head. "Who knows?"

"You're making no sense, Aer."

"Really? I thought my PHS analogy was quite clever, actually."

"Aer... are you alright?"

Silence. Aerith sits down, and sighs into the gaping hole in the ground.

"Not really. So much has happened. Sephiroth... Tseng... and Cloud. It feels like everything's spiraling out of control, and somebody is trying to send me a very clear message on how to save everybody, but I just can't decipher it. You know those magic eye pictures? This feels like that. If I could just... see everything for what it is..."

"Hey, it's not all on your shoulders. I'm part Cetra too, right? I can help. You're not alone in this."

Another long silence.

"Thanks Yuffie. I mean it."

Yuffie smiles tiredly

Eventually, Aerith continues - "There's a church in Midgar, where I spent most of my time. The soil's all wrong and half the time it rains weak acid, but the flowers thrive there. The contrast is quite beautiful, actually. I'd love to show you one day."

"I'm not a big fan of Midgar." Yuffie scrunches her nose. "But I suppose I could tolerate it with you around. Only after we visit Wutai again, though. There are more places like the shrine I think you'd really like."

"It's a deal."

And when Yuffie wakes up the next morning, Aerith is gone.

[eggsmuses-a]

Eris taps the rocky wall of the cavern, humming a familiar tune that since the demise of the Hive goddess, she can't seem to recollect as well. The smoothness of her tone, it scratches the halls &. echoes as she feels for hollowness. The homeliness of her voice crackles like a record player, nostalgia so easy to be lost in.

She runs her thumb circular over her orb, looking to Khalom with a nod. Whenever she stopped the song is unknown, unforeseeable as it still seems to rattle around the room like it still plays. But it is absent, a hollow melody, a harmony killed with it's creator. There is only silence, aside from Eris' speech,

#ﾞ ᴇ ——— ❝ This, this is the reside, Guardian. ❞ &. perhaps it is a more welcoming change to hear communication rather than the Witch Queen's imitations. ❝ If you would do the honours to remove it. ❞ She gestures to the wall. The one that reverberated her knock, hollow.

When the wall does crumble, Eris holds her orb to light the path of cobwebs. She slowly blinks, relaxed as if a loving cat were testing the waters of safety around it's owner.

❝ I must thank you again for venturing to the deep with me once more. ❞ She is content to just talk to herself while still addressing Khalom. The way Eris communicates is a series of thinking aloud as if she were the only presence, &. addressing others around her. ❝ Though, Guardians are walls to be leaned on. We are the inmost heart, a resolve so strong to power in despair, &. kindness with unshakable loyalty. We will sacrifice for our own &. beyond. We are all in the same vein. Is that not the oath the City swore ? ❞

Her prose is something she adopted in her solitude. Her fortress, where she needed such vivid descriptors to plant her roots &. survive. It may be hard to hear her words past what they are shown, but beneath is heartfelt.

❝ Following our severances on the Leviathan, &. the gathering of Nezarec's relics ... I wished to revisit the Lunar pyramid with new eyes. We both see the pyramid more clearly for what it is now that the vile plague of Nightmares has shifted to Calus' turmoil &. woes. They may rest there ... curiosity has taken myself for the better, however. ❞ The tunnel is eerie in a discomforting but reassuring way. Eris recognises this, &. she directs her point of interest to the still-Hunter.

❝ Having faced the Darkness for what it is ... I must ask how clearly you see ahead, Guardian. You of all people must envision a road. What path do you plan to take; how do you feel ? ❞

@fireteam-silent filled the interest tracker !

[foxingpeculiar]

FF16 blogging: heavy spoilers for up through the events at Caer Norvent. (The beginning of the chapter “Wings of Change”).

Okay, some larger scale observations first.

A larger plot begins to emerge. In Benedikta’s flashback (and what a set of cartwheels to avoid showing nipple that was), Barnabas (I think was his name—the king of Waloed) said he wanted to unite the Eikons to fight the blight. And hey, like right after that, Clive absorbs the power of a second Eikon. So… that seems like where this is headed, generally. Collect ‘em all, go fight BBEG. Am curious to see how that plays out.

Even more curious about… erm… I don’t remember his name (it started with M), but The Dominant of Fire and his Attendant (“not his missus, but his pet coeurl, waitin’ to strike” per that lady in Lostwing, which was delightful). First we learn that he shouldn’t exist, then we learn he’s playing some kind of long game… shit is shady, but I’m not 100% convinced he’s a villain, despite the whole Joshua thing. Something weird be going on there, says I.

Lol at Clive basically stumbling into the world’s worst (and most magically-charged) love triangle (quadrangle? I dunno, get it girl). I will say for the game’s overall presentation, the absolute second Cid and Benedikta were in the same place, even before they really started alluding to it, the whole “these guys used to bone and it went badly” vibe was absolutely palpable.

Speaking of Benedikta, her boss fight threw me. Cos I got through the first phase like “huh, that was a little too easy” and then died and had to redo the second one (I ran out of potions). So she’s killed me and I think one other previous boss did as well, but so far that’s it. I’m getting the hang of the combat, to the point that I’m dealing with the ganking better (including the 2-on-2 fight with Garuda’s sisters and that one room in the Caer that’s just kiting like 9 guys around a table), and I’m excited to see what having a second Eikon opens up.

Okay, so Eikons. I think somebody said at some point there were eight? Which means nine, cos the second fire one. So, so far I know about: 1) Phoenix (Fire, formerly Joshua), 2) Ifrit (Fire, that mysterious guy), 3) Shiva (Ice, Jill), 4) Titan (Earth, that guy B’s apparently two-timing the King with), 5) Garuda (Wind, B), 6) Ramuh (Lightning, Cid), 7) Bahamut (element and dominant unknown). That leaves two more. I’m guessing Leviathan (Water) is one. Bahamut might be Holy, but I can’t think of what the other element would be at the moment.

A couple stray thoughts:

Enjoying the mini-boss enemies—the ones that don’t get a boss health bar but are a lot spicier than the randos you’ve been dealing with.

Lostwing is cool, but confusing, both in its layout and why everyone defers to that dude. Even the footnotes call him “inscrutable.” So like, pin in that for now.

Can we get some daytime scenes? This whole last bit was all very visually dark and IRL sunlight is a thing.

I still feel like the game hasn’t opened up yet. I know it’s not open world, but I mean like—access to the hunting board, more side quests, that kind of thing.

I’ll probably play more later, I just need a break for a bit.

[ruksahiroku]

A little about Ruksa, my OC for Obey Me!

I was looking for good charts to use for my Obey Me! MC Ruksa, in case anyone wanted to know about my MC. I found one during unrelated browsing on @lorkai 's page, and then followed their link to @fandom-scatteredthoughtsonpaper 's page. They created this amazing template, so to them, thank you soooo much! (Sorry for tagging you without permission, I'll remove it if you prefer.)

And to you reading this, Thanks for taking an interest!

Personal - Basics

[Name] Ruksa Hiroku

[Race/Species]

Demon [] Angel [] Human [X] Other: []

[Age] 23

[Birthday] April 5

[Height] 68 inches / 5'8” /173cm

[Fingernail Polish Color(s)] None. VERY occasionally brown or grey.

[Hair color/description] Magenta hair, darker than Mephistopheles'. Waist length, usually in a high ponytail.

[Identifying Features] Scar that runs through the right eye. A small explosion caused shrapnel to fly everywhere, and a piece of the tank got embedded in my eye. I am 90% blind in that eye, but I heard people dig scars... (;

Personal - In-depth

[Gender | Pronoun(s)] Female, she/her

[Sexual/Romantic Orientation] Bisexual, leans toward straight.

[Occupation Before Devildom Life] Mechanic.

[Favorite Color(s)] Brown, Red, Grey, and Black

[Personality]

MBTI: ESTJ-A (Calm and collected instead of emotional responses.)

Zodiac: Aries

Personal - Other

[Likes] Cooking, Drinking, Hiking, Travel, fixing things, delicate work (think painting miniatures or making circuit boards).

[Dislikes] Her human family, Bland food, Hangovers, Children and Fighting.

[Positive Traits] Will help someone out if they need it, comforting friends/family, Taking the lead in groups.

[Negative Traits] Taking the lead in groups (you know some people hate it), Stubborn independence, Turning into a rage tornado when someone pisses her off or messes with her work (So mad Satan is Proud. Hence why shes hates fighting. Not because she dislikes Satan, just that she gets so angry).

Relationships

• Fears | Dislikes | Acquaintances | Friends | Close Friends | Crush | Loves | Indifferent | Tolerates | Respects | Suspicious

[With Demons]

Lucifer – Friends / Respects.

Mammon – Close Friends / Tolerates.(Sometimes he can be a bit much).

Leviathan – Friends / Tolerates.(just because I pass out on you doesn't mean you have to SCREAM about it. My ears, Levi.).

Satan – Close Friends.

Asmodeus – Dislikes / Tolerates.[Sometimes I want to punch his pretty-boy face].

Beelzebub – Close Friends / Respects He always gives honest feedback on my food. It's improved a lot since I first came to the Devildom, but he still eats too much...

Belphegor – Acquaintances / Suspicious. He DID try to kill me... He does feel bad... But I'm not ready to forgive him yet. I'm still bitter.

Diavolo – Acquaintances / Respects. I suppose I wouldn't mind becoming friends, but his immature plans are almost worse than the brothers'. He's the future king, and he's getting on the right path by tying to make peace with the realms, even if that meant disappearing suddenly.

Barbatos – Loves / Respects / Secret Observer. Yeah, I watch him in class. I still pay attention and get good grades, so I'm allowed to indulge. I wouldn't want to make his life and his work harder though, so I'll just watch.

[With Angels]

Simeon – Acquaintances / Suspicious. He's hiding something. He is probably the evil angel of the Celestial Realm, or something. He hides things and is cunning and suave. He's good, but I'll be there when he slips up.

Luke – Dislikes/ Tolerates. I don't like kids. I put up with him because he is an angel, and occasionally does profound things... I don't like children.

Michael – Unknown. He's a shiny voice I think I heard once..

[With Humans]

Solomon – Dislikes / Respects / Suspicious. He's powerful and stuff, sure, and can be fun to hang around with in small doses, but he's also shady and hides things. If I had one guess as to how he nearly died and became immortal, it was that a reaper took pity on his dumb ass for the “food” he “cooked”, but cursed him to only like the food that killed him. Eventually his brain cells rotted and he forgotit killed him...

Favorite Things About the Devildom

[Favorite Job(s)] Ristorante Six & The Royal Library

[Favorite Place(s) to Hang at] Mammon's Car – I barely have anywhere to even LOOK at cars, let alone touch them! Demon Lord's Castle – There are just so many rooms to explore, and I do love coming for tea..

[Favorite Food(s)] Lava Fruit pie, and Pasta with Shadow Hog meat.

[Favorite Class Subject(s)] Potions & Poisons (Learned a food poisoning antidote, it's a life-saver!!), Devildom Food & Drink, and Math.

[Favorite Devildom Version of Something from the Human World] The Devildom Symphony Orchestra, those Blue Crystal flowers (Forget what they're called, sure I have the demonet [internet?], but, I don't wanna look it up).

Least Favorite Things About the Devildom

[Least Favorite Job(s)] The Fall & Akuzon Delivery Center

[Least Favorite Places to Go] None that I can think of off the top of my head. Maybe that snowy mountain? Reminds me too much of home, I suppose..

[Least Favorite Foods] Solomon's cooking, but I think that's a given..? Any of the three Realm's instant noodles... Oh, and Bufo Egg Milk Tea. I know it's just bubble tea, but when they throw that it's a creature's eggs into the mix.. No.

[Disliked Class Subject(s)] Human History. It's just history of what demons did to influence our history... Devildom Law (Yawn), and Drama.

[Stuff that Can be Considered a Negative About the Devildom] They don't accept my driver's license here! I have to start from scratch, and it's a two year program! I'm furious! ...Ugh, I'll just work on engines to cool off..

Personality Chart

Thanks again! I'll be adding some art I made myself, as well as some Picrew avatars I liked.

This might be for a fic that is totally self-serving if I ever get around to posting it.

[izthepup]

If You Came Back as an Einherjar

This is gonna be somewhat of a continuation of "If you almost died"

AGAIN, SPOILER ALERT! ILL TRY TO ADD SPACES IF I REMEMBER. SORRY FOR YALL WHO'VE SEEN WHAT HAPPENED TO HIM... after TYR's plan. ALSO SORRY, I MIGHT BE MAKING EINHERJAR NOT WORK HOW THEY ARE MEANT TO BE WORKING.

———Kratos———

- He was just walking in Vanaheim, still grieving

- There were a lot of Einherjar that went down to attack him

- he all of them

- except for one?

- it looked like you... 

- except with skin that was tinted blue

- "Brother, isn't that Y/N? Oh god, what has that Odin done? He got a Valkyrie to bring Y/N back to life.. to fight you..."

- Kratos froze for a moment, unsure of what to do

- He decided to freeze your feet using one of the runic arrows and the Leviathan Axe.

- he remembered what Atreus had said about Einherjar.

- "Y/N. Come on. Snap out of it. You can over come this, you just have to remember."

- Somehow, he got you to remember him. Somehow.

- "...Kratos..?"

- (Freya/Atreus) was going to shoot you, until they heard you say his name

- "(Kratos / Father)... is that.. Y/N?"

- "Yes. It appears to-"

- "We just need to figure out how get the rest of Y/N's memory back. (Sister/Brother), you have any ideas?"

- Mimir interrupted Kratos- like everyone does

- "Maybe something to remind them of Kratos? Or something they like?"

- They managed to get you to be friendly enough 

- They brought you to Sindri's

- "Oh, welcome back Krato- IS THAT AN EINHERJAR?"

- He began panicking

- Kratos and Mimir explained the situation

- He warily let you stay, saying

- "Oh well uh... that's great! Just, please don't let them break anything."

- Almost everyone was trying to get you your memory back

———Freya———

- She was in Vanaheim, taking her anger out on enemies

- She was fighting Einherjar, and then saw one that looked like you..

- wait, it was you. With blue tinted skin.

- She quickly defeated the other Einherjar with a spell

- "Y/N? Are my eyes fooling me, or is it really..."

- She trailed off. 

- She put a sort of barrier around you

- "... Freya?"

- She gasped

- "It is you!"

- She noticed though, that you didn't seem to have your full memory

- She did remember Odin saying something about Einherjar once

- She worked hard to get your full memory back

- She got the others to help too

———Atreus———

- He was grieving, walking in Vanaheim with Kratos, trying to find sort of treasure and materials.

- Kratos and Mimir were trying their best to make him happy again

- two Einherjar came out of the sky 

- When he saw them, he froze 

- One was someone he didn't know

- ...

- the other was Y/N...

- Kratos dispatched of the unknown one

- He was going to do the same for you, but he saw that you two were staring at each other

- well I mean

- he was staring, you were in a fighting position

- but you didn't come close quickly 

- "...Y/N? Y/N, is it really you? C'mon, it has to be.. snap out of your trance.."

- Mimir seemed to feel bad

- "Oh, little brother... that isn't Y/N, it can't be.. even if it was, (gender) would be attacking you anywa-"

- He quieted when he heard you though

- you had frozen after hearing your name

- "...Atreus?"

- "Y/N! It is  really you!"

- He quickly came up to you and hugged him before you could even try to attack him

- "Bloody... it is Y/N! Odin must have known that Y/N was a weakness of ours..."

- Mimir was absolutely flabbergasted 

- Atreus was doing his best to get your memory back

- He got the others to help, too

———Mimir———

- He was with Kratos and (Atreus or Freya) in Vanaheim, they were sort of trying to find a way to take his mind off your death. 

- they both lost someone before, so they knew how it felt

- "Mimir... would you care to tell a story?"

- "...I'm afraid I'm not in the mood, (Little Brother / Sister). But maybe- Wait a bloody minute! Is that..?"

- His voice trailed off to a whisper

- He whispered 

- "Y/N? No.. no, it can't be.. but, it has to be.."

- (Atreus/Freya) looked at Mimir pitifully 

- Then they actually did see you

- For some reason you were poking around in some bushes-

- You saw them and got in a battle stance

- "Wait, Y/N! Is it really you (Sister/Brother/Sibling)?"

- This made you freeze

- "...Mimir..?"

- His voice immediately went cheerful, but his voice did crack when he spoke again

- He worked very hard to get your memory back

- He made the others help too

- They probably would've helped anyways

———Sindri———

- (Before Brok's death)

- He was at his house, when Einherjar started coming out of the sky

- Luckily, Kratos and Atreus were there, fighting them

- Sindri was trying to help...

- While staying kinda far from them

- He saw one that looked like you and immediately stopped attacking

- "....Y/N? Y/N! Is it.. can it be..?"

- the Einherjar froze

- He held his hands out, keeping you far for the moment

- He wasn't sure if it was you

- it was, but he didn't know

- "...Sindri?"

- This made him stop completely

- he probably burst into tears

- Or almost burst into them

- He actually ran up to you and gave you a big ol' hug 

- The others helped him to get your memory back

- For the first few days, he would cry tears of joy 

- Mainly whenever he saw you

- It made him so happy that you were alive

- Even brok was nicer to sindri for a while

- 'letting him savor the moment' as brok said

- (After Brok's death)

- He was watching from his window (from his room)

- He was sipping on mead

- he saw Einherjar outside, Kratos and (Freya/Atreus) were fighting them

- He saw one that looked like you

- he choked on his mead 

-(gurgling choking sounds)

- He quickly stepped between realms, for some reason he still had the bottle of mead with him

- He saw it was you

- He stepped from between realms again

- But he dropped the bottle from shock

- it broke ofc 

- Kratos and (freya / Atreus) then noticed him

- He ignored them

- Then he went right up to you

- "Y/N? I- is that really you?"

- He was holding his arms out, as though trying to decide between hugging you and keeping you away, since he wasn't sure if it was you

- "...Sindri..?"

- He gasped

- He ran up and hugged you

- Might've even began crying

- He didn't care too much that Kratos and (Atreus/Freya) were helping him try to get your memory back

- He did a lot of the trying-to-bring-memory-back thing

- He didn't care if you made a mess

- probably cleaned up the mess later

- He cared a little tho if you hurt him

———Brok———

- He had some mead with him

- Einherjar started coming out of the sky, attacking 

- Brok just watched from the inside, staring out the door

- He was about to take a big drink of mead when he saw an Einherjar that looked like you

- "HOL' UP JUST A MINUTE, DON'T KILL THAT ONE."

- He came out, seeing you with your feet frozen to the ground

-rip Kratos got you with the runic attack and his axe—

- "Is this mead playing tricks on mys eyes... or is it actually ya? Y/N?"

- then the Einherjar stopped trying to struggle and attack

- "...Brok?"

- "It is ya! So this mead isn't getting to me.."

- Everyone around him was confused

- After some... explaining of sorts, everyone was trying to help you

- By 'help' they are trying to get your memory back

Sorry that some parts were short, I got tired

This took me like a few days 

I promise, I’m going to try at the very least to put the Brok catch-up tomorrow, since have some parts of brok right now,, we don’t want him to be left behind :]

[cinderedrose]

Ahhahshshshhs I'm planning out animatics again

1. Bastila going nuts over Revan (song: Hellfire covered by Annapantsu)

Set over the course of Kotor

🎶 Beata Maria

You know I am a righteous man

Of my virtue I am justly proud

(Bastila is found walking around the ebon hawk, seeking guidance from the force)

🎶Beata Maria

You know I'm so much purer than

The common, vulgar, weak, licentious crowd

(She exits the hawk and frowns at couples found nearby)

🎶Then tell me, Maria

Why I see her dancing there

Why her smoldering eyes still scorch my soul

(The screen cuts to Revan fighting and being badass, then green eyes locking and they smile)

🎶I feel her, I see her

The sun caught in raven hair

Is blazing in me out of all control

(Bastila glances at the tatooine sun glittering in revans hair quite literally. She gets upset)

🎶Like fire, hellfire

This fire in my skin

This burning desire

Is turning me to sin

(She starts feeling conflicted, her eyes flash yellow as there's a quick flash of a fantasy)

🎶It's not my fault

I'm not to blame

It is the gypsy girl

The witch who sent this flame

(Bastila panics and runs into the dunes, sith figures loom over her)

🎶It's not my fault

If in God's plan

He made the devil so much

Stronger than a man

(Bastila claims its the force willing her to revan as their silhouette shows in the distance) 

🎶Protect me, Maria

Don't let this siren cast her spell

Don't let her fire sear my flesh and bone

(Bastila is being tortured by malak thinking about Revan, Malak pretend upon this)

🎶Destroy Esmeralda

And let her taste the fires of Hell

(Bastila has fallen, resenting revan after seeing malaks side of things)

🎶Or else let her be mine and mine alone

(Bastila still lusts towards revan, she rubs some kind of cloth that belonged to revan on her face)

(A dark jedi and bastila converse)

🎶Hellfire, dark fire

Now gypsy, it's your turn

Choose me or

Your pyre

(Bastila and revan are dueling at the temple of the ancients)

🎶Be mine or you will burn

(She screams in rage and runs off)

🎶God have mercy on her

God have mercy on me

(Bastila feels guilty back in the star forge)

🎶But she will be mine

Or she will burn

(Revans sabers ignite onscreen and bastila lunges an attack)

2: revan trying to remember things but failing (song: Once upon a December cover by Caleb Hyles)

Set after the leviathan when my revan had their edgy mind controlling cybernetics destroyed

🎶Dancing bears, painted wings

Things I almost remember

(Revan is dreaming and unclear paintings of basilisk war droids and republic shuttles show as Revan walked towards them)

🎶And a song someone sings

Once upon a December

(Music notes surround revan like snow, some are drawn friendly and others are crooked and cracked)

🎶Someone holds me safe and warm

(Revan hugs themselves as the backdrop is the same shade of blue Aleks tattoos are)

🎶Horses prance through a silver storm

(Past Revan and Malak are speeding through tatooine on speeders and they pass modern revan)

🎶Figures dancing gracefully

Across my memory

(Modern revan is dueling an unknown figure while singing)

*instrumental*

(Revan is awake in the main hold and they hold their lightsaber with uncertainty

They ignite it and the color envelops the screen when the instrumental ends)

🎶Someone holds me safe and warm

(Revan hugs someone roughly Malak shaped)

🎶Horses prance through a silver storm

(Three children are recklessly riding a speeder across dantooine and this time modern Revan is driving)

🎶Figures dancing gracefully

(Revan and malak sized silhouette are sparring)

🎶Across my memory

(Revan snaps out of the trance and holds their head, frustrated)

🎶Far away, long ago

Glowing dim as an ember

(Revan lashes out with the force and ignites their sabers))

🎶Things my heart used to know

Things it yearns to remember

(They deactivate the blades and fall to their knees)

🎶And a song someone sings

Once upon a December

(Revan falls over crying)