boys-reverie
a boy's reveries of fictional characters.
" His tongue is forked and his teeth are sharp ; so watch your back ' cause he ' ll eat your heart . "
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scara is CANONICALLY trans. not a head canon, not fanon, canon. let me explain
so scara is a puppet of the electro archon, who is a woman. puppets are supposed to be exact copies body wise, meaning scara was born with the body of a woman. despite this he solidly identifies as male. making scara 100% a trans man lore wise.
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Got an ad for this game I haven't heard of before. Does anyone play it? Is it interesting? The character in the ad kinda looks :/
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Yandere Couple
Imagine being in a love triangle with a yandere couple...
You had known Julia since you two were in college. Sharing the same major and sitting next to eachother in class. The two of you became fast friends, likely due to her friendly demeanor and affectionate behaviour. Though you never quite realized the longing glances she had whenever she looked at you.
It was at a party late at night that both of you had met Thai drinking with his friends. Him approuching the both of you after chugging some liquid courage. Him and Julia quickly hit it off, the two laughing happily with eachother. It seemed like a match made in Heaven, nobody needed to know who he was really approuching that infamous night.
The two seemed perfect for eachother, their relationship moving fast. Before you knew it the two were getting married, you sitting in the crowd during the ceremony. Though when the priest spoke about anybody objecting the marriage, you couldn't get rid of the faint feeling that somebody was looking at you intensely. But that was impossible, why would anyone think you'd interupt your best friends' wedding?
The two were the perfect couple for the first year, always being with each other. Julia became a stay at home wife while Thai pursued his dream job, all was well. Until their second year, suddenly the two just never seemed able to be alone together. You were invited to everything involving the pair, from simple things like dinners and game night. To things you really had no place being a part of, like vacations and romantic dates. It was starting to get uncomfortable, odd how obsessed the pair seemed to be in including you in every little aspect of their lives. As if you were a part of their marriage.
Yet another one of these nights arrive, the couple inviting you over to their house after work. Begging you to have dinner since you were "so busy" and "barely had anytime for them". So you agreed just to get them off your back. Knocking on the front door, Julia quickly pulled you inside, urging you towards the table so the three of you could have dinner. Giving you a glass of your favorite liquor, talking about how you "just need to loosen up".
Before you knew it one glass became two, which became 3, which became 4. And suddenly you were halfway down the bottle, barely able to stay awake as Thai led you into the guest bedroom. Lying you down on the bed as the pair crawled in as well, sandwhiching you between them both. Thai wrapping his arms around your waist as Julia buries her face in your chest. The pair made eye contact as lovesick smiles spread across their faces, speaking in mushy baby tones.
"It's okay Y/n, just fall asleep. We'll be here when you wake up. We'll always be here..."
"That's right. To think you almost drove us apart, but those days are over. We can all be one now. One happy throuple..."
"We can finally be happy now, Y/n"
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vil would eat levi alive.
#happy birthday leviathan#happy birthday vil schoenheit#obey me leviathan#twst vil shoenheit#obey me#obey me shall we date#omswd#twisted wonderland#twst
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it unlocked cashew for me 😔. i got so excited to not have to spend 200 diamonds on fucking cashew. 20 diamonds are not enough. /hj
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Love casual physical affection, like yes please hold my waist while we walk around town, yes do have your hand on my leg when we sit next to each other and rest on my shoulder
Sfw only pls <3
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the night shift link
im reading a fucking amazing creepypasta fanfic and just ugh. every once in a while i find that shit and it just fucking reinvigors me. i love those characters so much.
not even to mention its currently beig updated!!!!!!! ahhhhhhhh!
ive left comment after basically every chapter to motivate the writer.
its on quotev, "the night shift". ill get a link later.
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lol i immediately abandoned that lol. i got out a chapter or two. but thats it. it sucked. the vibes were off. is this just my life forever? refinding interests and then shortly writing a fic before losing interest and realizing i suck at writing?
i was on a small creepypasta fanfic kick and finally got to writing a small bit of an old fic i'm trying to rewrite! go me!
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im reading a fucking amazing creepypasta fanfic and just ugh. every once in a while i find that shit and it just fucking reinvigors me. i love those characters so much.
not even to mention its currently beig updated!!!!!!! ahhhhhhhh!
ive left comment after basically every chapter to motivate the writer.
its on quotev, "the night shift". ill get a link later.
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Shout out to all the Black ppl that can no longer participate directly in the fandom they love because of the stresses of racism 👍🏾 you contain multitudes of value and I'm sorry that the color of your skin and the power of your voice makes people not want to acknowledge that.
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late night mission
fandom: Obey Me!
character(s)/pairing: Leviathan/Reader (gen)
summary: Leviathan is, self-admittedly, no good at comforting normies; but that won't stop him from trying his best.
warnings: hurt/comfort, implied depressed reader, depressive epidsode
Read on AO3, if you prefer.
The overwhelming desire to collapse face-first onto your bed and curl up beneath the covers in an attempt to disappear had won you over long before even setting foot into your room. Everything feels like too much. It was all you could do to drag through the day, under the constant threat of near shut-downs. A lifetime of having to explain being sad for “no reason” only to be ridiculed and shamed has done too much damage to find the want to try it now, even here in the Devildom. Instead, you’ve found shutting down, shutting yourself away is the best way to avoid being made to feel even worse when faced with scrutiny and accusations for your inability to weather the depressive episodes.
Hopefully napping would give you enough energy to build back up the shield you need to contain the despair storming in your head.
When you open your eyes, your body feels stiff. You suppose you must’ve slept like a rock for a few hours if it aches to even stretch; picking up your phone and foolishly blinding yourself with the screen. After a few blinks, your eyes adjust, and are horrified to find so many missed texts—and to find you’d not only slept all evening and night, but according to the date, the entire next day as well. The unanswered messages and calls are easily explained away by your phone still being set to silent, and with its last sliver of battery, you thumb through the texts to check if there was any emergency, or if it was just the brothers fussing at you for shutting yourself up in your room. Before you can make any concrete determinations, the poor thing dies in your hand, once again plunging you and the room into total darkness.
You don’t bother charging it, letting it fall from your hand to clatter to the floor. It doesn’t matter right now, and if there had been something so pressing that it needed your immediate attention, a simple locked door wouldn’t have stopped seven of the most powerful demons in the Devildom from getting to you.
You want to go back to sleep. To disappear. Just sink right into the mattress and forgo playing up only exhaustion as the factor for your sudden need to hibernate.
Without realizing you’d begun nodding off again, distant shuffling disturbs you. From the tiny crack beneath the locked door, barely visible light betrays a shifting shadow. You watch it, holding your breath, not sure if there is someone there or if one of the demons is just passing by. Lucifer, you figure. If there would be anyone to patrol the halls in the dead of night, the eldest would be your first guess.
The shadow doesn’t move on. In fact, your bedroom door rattles a bit, as if pushed, but the knob doesn’t turn in the slightest. Something slides against the wood, the shadow at the bottom grows larger, almost completely blotting out what miniscule amount of light that was able to peek through. There’s a quiet sigh, and an even quieter voice grumbling to itself.
For a moment you consider just ignoring it. Consider turning over and letting it slip from your mind, but the mumbling is incessant, so you decide to see who the hell is sitting against your door of all places to talk to themselves.
“Stupid normie…” you hear as you approach silently. “Don’t you know I’m the only one who can stay shut in without worrying everyone…” There’s another sigh, followed by a soft thump, as if his head had dropped back against the door. “Do you think working me up like this is funny..? Just wait till you come outta there, I’ll—” Leviathan yelps when he suddenly falls back, lower half of his body in the hallway while his top half is laid out in your room. His mouth works overtime, but nothing coherent makes it out, just gawking dumbly up at you standing over him in the now open doorway, staring back. Even in the dimness of 3 AM, it’s easy to see the flush of color rush across his pale face.
Stepping back in tandem with Levi scrambling up to his feet, he looks about two seconds away from bolting. “What are you doing..?”
“I…I,” Every bit of him is bristled as he clenches his fists at his sides. “I was just…it was my turn to check…so…”
“What—”
“Why are you awake at this hour!?” You follow the motion of his arm as he gestures into the room, towards your bed; all but demanding you return to it. “Wh-what…what were you doing in here, anyway..?” When you look back, Levi has turned his head, staring at some distant spot into the darkness.
“Just…tired…” you say, out of reflex, out of self-preservation. You’re still too raw to come up with anything else believable enough other than the usual go-to response that keeps others a safe distance from the truth.
With your gaze dropped to study his headphones, the once over he gives you goes unnoticed. “What a LVL1 problem,” he mutters, lifting his hands to shoo you backwards, herding you back to bed. You move one step at a time till the backs of your knees touch the mattress before sitting with a bounce, but don’t otherwise move. “Don’t tell me you need me to tuck you in…”
Still staring ahead, not focusing on anything in particular, you shake your head.
“C-cool.” Levi shoves his hands into his pockets and takes his own step back, practically radiating with the urge to run away. “Just regen for now. If you’re that tired, you shouldn’t be up.”
Your head bobs with a nod, eyes absently tracing the curve of the headphone cord that follows the line of his torso till jutting out at his hip and disappears beneath his jacket. Other than that, you don’t move a muscle.
“You, uh…” Levi shifts on his feet. “You sure you’re good..?”
“Just tired…” Your voice is barely a whisper, but the crack that rattles it is quite audible.
Leviathan tenses when you sniffle, hands tightening into unseen fists inside his pockets as you move quickly to wipe at your face. Internally, he’s already panicking. Not only does he not know what the hell to do with an emotional (crying!) human, he also knows that you personally are not the type to just cry over nothing. In fact, he would probably go as far to say that you were too proud to ever let yourself look this vulnerable in front of another living creature. Levi glances back over his shoulder at the open door. It’d be so damn easy to make a mad dash for it, to save your dignity, and save him the awkwardness of just standing there with no clue what to do when you’re this upset. With no clue what about, or how to help. He knows he’s nowhere near the level Asmo—or hell, any of his brothers—when it comes to social cues, so the best thing for him to do is just…leave, right?
Lowering your head to hide your face the best you can since you know Levi has no trouble seeing in the dark, you quickly rub at your eyes, digging your palms against the sockets to try to brute-force the tears back inside. Yelling at him to get the hell out seems almost preferable than letting him see your moment of weakness. You’d much rather have Leviathan mad at you than pity you. Instead, you decide taking it out on him isn’t fair, and resolve to politely ask him to fuck off. “Sorry, but could y—”
You’re silenced when suddenly being blanketed in even more darkness. It’s immediately warm, surrounding you like a hug that, for once in your life, doesn’t make your skin crawl.
Levi stares down at the vague human-like shape you make with his jacket draped over your head. It hangs around you like a curtain, blocking your view of the world, and his view of you.
His palm then gently rests atop your head. You can feel the tremors as he hesitantly moves it, stroking your head with uncertain motions that are, honestly, bafflingly comforting. It’s because it’s him, you think. Because this is Leviathan, and he is going far beyond his own comfort zone in this moment. For you. Putting himself in an equally wretched state in his attempt to help.
“Invisibility Cloak,” you hear him mumble, “Sneak 100. N-no one’ll know anything.”
In any other moment, you would have laughed. Or at least rolled your eyes in the wake of yet another one of his analogies meant to help him bridge the gap between his self-appointed gamer-brain and ‘normie conversation.’ Right now, however, his words mean the world to you.
You slump forward, burying your face into your hands and empty your tears.
Levi’s hand still pets you in shaking intervals, his warmth eventually migrating to your side. Without a thought, you lean against him. His arm moves to brace your shoulders, holding you up, all in silence.
Neither one of you speaks. Even after you have grown quiet again. Even after you eventually pull his coat from over your head and are allowed to wrap yourself in it. Leviathan still sits in total silence, even when you roll back on the bed and curl around his jacket like it was your only lifeline.
With your back to him, and the fabric still clutched between your fingers, you hoarsely whisper, “..thank you…”
He puffs a breath, “F-for what? I didn’t do anything. Didn’t hear anything!”
“Can I…hold onto the cloak a little longer?”
“Stealth mission..?”
Despite knowing he’s facing away as well, you still nod. “Yeah. Big one.”
“Well,” Levi huffs, feigning annoyance about it, “I guess so. B-but…you better share the loot… Since it’s… Since it’s my gear, and all…”
“Promise.”
The mattress shifts with the loss of his weight on its edge. His jacket tugs up around your shoulders, covering what he can with the parts that aren’t trapped in your death grip. “Better not lose it,” he mutters.
“I’ll protect it with my life.”
“Good.” A shadow hovers over your head. In your periphery, you can make out the silhouette of his hand, poised to pet, paused and hesitating. In the end, the shape retreats.
And so too does Leviathan.
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only reason i log onto og obey me is the old events that nb doesnt have.. such a shame they made a whole new app, too. bcs i have so many cards and backgrounds and outfits thewr
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Mammon fiddles with the tip of his pen, all too aware of your lingering gaze focused acutely on him. He stares at the blank sheet of paper in front of him, as he tries to ignore the way his cheeks light on fire. You're only sitting across the table from him, but it feels like you're much closer than that. Mammon tries to copy some of his notes down from seductive speechcraft, but he doesn't get too far before giving up.
Dammit. The one time he tries to study, and you're here distracting him!
Mammon clicks his pen a couple of times. "Stop..." he mumbles through his palm, "...stop starin' at me like that."
Your deep look of concentration dissipates. It's replaced with a small smile. "Ah, sorry, Mammon, it's just that you're very pretty."
He perks up. "I am?" Mammon clears his throat. "I mean, yeah, of course, I am. You're talkin' about the Great Mammon over here." Mammon points to himself with his thumb. That earns a laugh from you, which makes him beam.
"Yeah, you're pretty."
His cocky mask slips off immediately. "Oh, uh, thanks." Mammon scratches the back of his arm. He wants to ask you why pretty? Why not hot or handsome or any of those typical compliments? Not that he minds, of course, but he didn't get it. His mouth suddenly seems dry.
You reach across the length of the table to pinch his cheek. Your smile is enough to stop him from swatting you away.
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this is so fucked up
why can’t they just tell the demons they’re from the future was there ever a given reason or just … drama!!! the way they’d totally help if they knew
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Art summary of the year 😔✨
Template by thejokingjester on DeviantArt
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i dont know where i saw it but there was a specific post that just made it click for me that cater is alloaro. like- boy has vibes. he's more physical than emotional in interaction and by association: attraction. idk if he'd be the kinda aro to date people or not, idk if he has in the past. we'll say he's ambivalent to it. furthermore, i adore that he'd be bisexual. but i think he'd be the kind of bisexual boy who most often just says he's gay.
segue.
he wouldn't tell his family, but he wouldn't hide it. it was kinda obvious he's queer anyway. but one day his sisters were on his magicam account and saw a mention of his bisexuality. when next he came home for break, he recieved a big ol' bi flag for his room. while he absolutely did not care for how excitable they were about it, he did appreciate the gesture.
alloaro cater has my heart.
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