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CHEEK KISSES HI MY LOVES!!
You've been MIA it's been odd not seeing you :(( HOPING STUDIES ARE GOING WELL!
mirage anon <3
mirage anon!! hi :D sorry I didn’t answer this earlier!
studies are STILL kicking my ass, literally every month I have to do a whole new final piece (art school core).
the ex owner also passed his exams just before we broke up and I hope he’s doing well with them :3
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bbg where are you
LOLOL I’ve been GONE but I’m working on some new pieces now
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welcome back!! sorry to hear about the breakup tho :(( hope there's no bad blood!
- mirage anon
there is ALOT of bad blood mirage anon but that is all on the other owner and his new boyfriend, not me :3
how have you been?
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Due to a breakup of the two owners, I’ve waited for some time to see if the other owner would change the account, not sure if they would want it, but it’s been a couple months so I’ve changed everything to be my own, I’ll continue writing on this account. :)
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Do you still write?
Occasionally, I’ve been taking a small break to focus on studies
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okay so like, the demon bros with a short reader who picks fights with pretty much everyone. like, when mammon is complaining about "babysitting" them when they first arrive the readers first impulse is to give him a rude response. i just think it would be very funny. gn reader please. -⭐
#’ DEMON BROS WITH A SHORT CONFRONTATIONAL GN!READER
🫐’ CONTENT AND WARNINGS
\\ synopsis: hcs of the demon brothers with a short confrontational reader
‘+ genre: fluff
*# warnings: lucifer tries to punish you, suggestive content for asmo
// authors note: sorry it took so long! life got in the way!
‘LUCIFER
When you first meet him, he isn’t shocked by your height, after all, it was on your medical files.
What he wasn’t expecting however, was for you to be so… confrontational, to put it simply.
As soon as Mammon whined about quote on quote ‘babysitting you’ you snapped back.
Oh. Okay!
He instantly knew you either 1. Were not going to take any insults from Mammon or 2. Were going to be the biggest headache for him.
It was the latter.
He tries to punish you?
Not on your watch.
You start yelling at him, not giving you excuses, just fully telling him how his methods and reasonings for punishments are unfair.
For a moment he’s shocked, nobody ever really speaks back to him like this.
You make him age it’s that bad.
When a lower level demon starts talking down on you, to your FACE.
You lose your goddamn (ha god) mind at them.
It’s kinda wild to see.
You’re now the new chihuahua congratulations.
‘MAMMON
Mammon however is extremely shocked by your height.
Obviously you were going to be shorter than he was, he was a demon.
But short by human standards? You’re never hearing the end of this.
He’d come up with the most inventive nicknames you’ve ever heard.
“Hey ankle biter!”
“How are you knee-high?”
The list goes on.
At some points it just gets… annoying?
And you finally snap.
You tell him commenting on your appearance isn’t funny, that you don’t like it, that you’re sick of it.
You tell him exactly how you feel, not sparing any rude comments or gestures as you do.
Huh.
He’s definitely shocked by this.
He’s the great mammon and all that!
He doesn’t make fun of you for your height again.
It clearly made you upset enough for you to call him out on it and he gets it in a way, always getting the punishments from lucifer etc.
If you’re dating him he does call you nicknames RELATING to your height.
Like doll or such, but it’s endearing.
He also appreciates the way you stand up for him, confronting people (lucifer) when he can’t.
He really likes your confrontational nature (and your height)
‘LEVIATHAN
I imagine he teases you at first, mostly about your height.
You yell at him, telling him he isn’t funny.
“A worthless otaku like me isn’t funny.. I know.” Or something like that.
It would probably take both of you off guard.
?? Worthless otaku?
He likes how you stand up to people for him though, even though he’s more than capable of doing it himself.
Mammon is trying to steal a limited edition Ruri-Chan figure from his room?
Nah. You call him out!
Lucifer tries to punish him?
You start yelling, kicking up a fuss, yelling.
Lucifer then tried to punish you.
Yeah that doesn’t work either.
He gives up after that.
Levi would also make you cosplay with him, but you only as the short characters.
OHOH he finds it so funny!
Calls you gorgeous though, so I guess there’s that?
He finds your height quite nice, makes him feel less ‘jealous’ in a way.
“Yeah! MC is mine! See how I can lean?” Does that cute lil shoulder height lean thing that people do.
He also definitely crouches down to speak to you, which obviously gets on your nerves.
‘SATAN
For me this is very fifty fifty, depending on night bringer or shall we date right?
In night bringer, if you call him out, if you’re confrontational, you’re only going to make his anger fits worse.
In shall we date? Sure, he’ll get a little upset, but after literal centuries, he’s calmer, he knows how to handle it.
He finds your height aesthetically appeasing.
Recommends books with a main character or love interest whos shorter than average, just to make you feel less ‘weird’ about it. (If you do)
Satan likes the way you don’t let anyone treat you like shit.
Lucifer trying to punish you?
Oh boy do you have a mouth on you!
You call him out, letting him know how unfair, how unjust his punishments are etc. etc.
Satan thinks he’s found his soulmate, his perfect match.
And now another person for the anti-lucifer club.
Constantly trying to recruit you.
“Hey so you know how you don’t like Lu-“
“Satan. Seriously?”
“…”
If you say no though, he won’t hold it against you.
You’re quite upfront about your feelings, that’s just in your nature.
He won’t get angry, or upset, you have the right to say yes or no.
‘ASMODEUS
Okay this is oddly specific, but I imagine that in the devildom, the demons are weirdly tall.
Almost freakishly tall.
(Biblically accurate demons)
And so because of your height, you find it quite hard to get clothes that actually fit you!
He understands the important of fashion and feeling confident in clothes that actually fit you don’t worry <3
Gets your clothes custom made if he can’t find any that fit you.
“Ooh? You like that style? Okay!”
Just know you’ll never have any issues finding clothes in your style, perfectly fitting to you, with him around.
As for your temper?
He likes your no nonsense attitude.
Infact, he finds it quite hot.
You don’t take shit, especially not from lower level demons.
They comment on your height?
You’re going off.
Fuck scary dog privileges, you are the scary dog.
People underestimate you, expect you to be relaxed, or shy, but in reality you’re the most confrontation human they’ve ever met.
There’s definitely been times where he’s had to pull you away from a demon before because you started confronting them about something they’d said about asmodeus. (Especially following night bringer lore!!)
However, if when you meet, he comments on you in a negative way, at all.
You go off on him too.
He’s shocked!? Nobody ever talks to him like that?!
That’s when he knows he wants you in his bed.
‘BEELZEBUB
Okay, so with your height, and my whole head canon about the demons being taller than average, they’d need to eat a lot more.
He’d be concerned about you, to be completely honest.
Why are you not eating as much as him?
Are you sick, whats happening?
He’s constantly hovering over about you.
Talking to others about you.
He’s so interested in the new human living in the house with him.
To be honest, it makes you a little bit unnerved.
Like ?? Why is this buff fucking demon asking about me??
You confront him about it!
Asking him why he’s basically stalking you.
Why won’t he leave you alone?
He soon explains that he’s worried because you don’t eat as much as him (even though that’s normal) or his brothers.
To which you explain because you’re shorter, your stomach isn’t as big, you don’t need as much food as him to maintain your body and keep yourself healthy with nutrition.
Oh!
Well that makes sense.
He still checks on you though, you’re short, some lower level demon is going to try and eat you alive.
He’s the scary dog now.
Can you imagine the height difference though?
Like… What?!
You’re tiny, that man is huge.
He uses your head as an armrest sorry not sorry.
‘BELPHEGOR
Okay, so this one for me is a little complicated.
I don’t think you’d be as naive to let him out the attic.
But if you do, you hold that shit against him.
He complains about how you’re not a good enough pillow because of your height?
Bringing it up!
It’s like your humour, your inside joke.
And if anyone tries to wake him up from his nap (or his many naps)
You don’t let them.
You tell them, albeit very not politely, to go away.
That he’s sleeping, why do they want to bother him!?
You’re a lil aggressive, he never really knows, after all he’s in a super deep sleep (as per usual).
But the one time he catches you doing it, he was just dozing off when he heard you talking to someone, telling them to leave him to sleep, that he’s tired etc.
He feels a little smile twitch on his lips.
He’s so… happy?
It’s an odd feeling for him.
It feels nice to be protected by you.
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To be loved | Asmodeus x GN!Reader
🫐’ CONTENT AND WARNINGS
// synopsis: Asmodeus breaks up with you and you have to learn to live without ‘love.’
‘+ genre: Angst/Comfort
*# warnings: Breakups, Asmo is kinda an ass. Some Satan x reader if you squint.
\\ authors note: This is so self indulgent and is me coping
You fell in love in the most unexpected place, hell. To a demon he holds you ever so gently, places face masks and traces your skin.
Who looks at you with love you never expected to receive, who kisses you like there’s nobody else in the world. They love you, and you can’t help but love them too.
You love their silky hair and love their eccentric personality. They love how you love them.
You hadn’t figured that out until three months in, or five months into your exchange program.
You kept quiet, this way you could have them, even if your heart sink when they traced your skin and kissed you, you knew they were aware of the other people around you two. You knew that they did it for a reaction out of the other demons. The scandals and rumours when they got even the slightest bit close to someone else. They thrives off of it. You lived with it.
Secretly you wanted to be loved too.
It wasn’t until another two months later, five months in or seven months into your exchange program when they pulled you aside, hand running up your upper arm, just as usual, such a meaningless touch, but something felt wrong.
“Honey…” Asmodeus began, a pout forming on the underside of their lips. Voice drawling, eyes filled with fake sympathy.
At that point you knew.
“You’re leaving, aren’t you?” Was all you could ask, taking a shuddering breath as they responded with silence. That’s all you needed to know.
Just as you turned on your heel, head held high, or as high as it could be considering your chin was wobbling, body shaking and eyes beginning to prick the corners of your eyes, they spoke.
“Listen, you’re just… Not giving me what I want.” Asmodeus had clearly skipped past the whole ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ cliche. But why would they follow that? This wasn’t a fairytale, wasn’t a dream, this was hell, and they were a personified sin.
At one point they had to leave; or you would first, you were going to go home in another five months, and that would be it. You had sworn to yourself you’d make it work, you’d still have your phone, and they would have theirs. You could visit all the time and vice versa, but deep down you knew this was coming.
They had been pulling away for some time, stopping your self care nights, stopping eating lunch with you, walking you to and from school. Warning signs perfectly laid out in-front of you, but you pretended not to see them, for if you didn’t see them, you could pretend it was a shock when they left, pretend not to understand why and to not admit to yourself you should’ve left the moment you realised they didn’t love you.
Your response came simple, bland and dry, refusing to cry in the middle of the RAD halls. “Okay.”
Ofcourse they’d be offended by that, your nonchalant attitude paired with the lack of an ‘adequate’ response almost set them off, but instead they turned and walked the other way, leaving you in the hall.
You weren’t sure how long you stood there, either in shock or because you were focused on willing yourself not to cry, but it was enough time for Mammon to come find you, you could hear him from a mile away with those clicking shoes and the cologne he wore.
“Oi! Human!” He yelled on sight, slipping his hands into his pockets and making his way to the still unmoving you.
His voice was raised as he took the place in-front of you, attempting to stare you in the eyes, you still didn’t move. “How long were ya’ gonna keep me waiting for?!”
Your voice came out in a mere whisper, tucking your chin to your chest as you did so. “Sorry Mammon.” You had never apologised to him for your own actions, not so sincerely.
If clearly took him off guard, raising an eyebrow at your statue like figure.
“Eh? Y/N? You alright?” That was all it took, all it took for you to start crying, those tears you had been both proudly and carefully holding in behind that stone cold expression.
Your bottom lip wobbled for the last time before you wailed, finally meeting his eyes, clasping your hand against your mouth, legs feeling weak and body trembling.
“Y/N!?” Concern etched his voice, grabbing onto your upper arm just as Asmodeus had moments prior. “Lemme find Asmo!” Ofcourse. Ofcourse they had to be brought up,
Them and their stupid silky hair, their stupidly good fashion sense, them and their stupid eccentric personality and their fucking stupid gorgeous smile that you couldn’t help but to fall in love with.
“They.. They.. Broke up with me!” You choked out between sobs, you didn’t expect to become such a mess all of a sudden, to start wailing in public about someone who most likely doesn’t even care, who most likely checked out of the relationship before it even happened.
For a mere moment Mammon seemed shocked, before his gaze relaxed. He knew this was going to happen too, knew that they were going to end it, everyone had clearly saw the warning sides, the same ones you pretended to be blind to, pretended not to see because you were terrified if you saw them that would be an opening. And maybe you were a little selfish, thinking that if you pretended not to see, they wouldn’t see either, that everything would go back to the way it was, or worse, you’d get to hold them for a minute longer.
That’s not the way it worked out. Why would it? Just because you’re blind to something, doesn’t mean everyone else is, doesn’t mean everyone else wasn’t talking about it, placing bets on how long it would take for them to discard you, just like the one before, and the one before that. You just hoped you were different, that they would stay and love you.
They didn’t love you. You realise that now, watching as Mammon sighs, not sure what to say, clearly having had this conversation many times before, clearly seen the line of people crying over the same person you were crying over now.
I’m sorry wouldn’t cut it, nor would any touch or gift, because the only gift you wanted was love. Love that you don’t have, that had been given to someone who doesn’t care.
Numbness swallowed you whole.
This was your third day of not going to school, not leaving your room spare for going to the bathroom and not talking to anyone.
Lucifers patience was growing thin, if he knew you were going to be this heartbroken, he would’ve never let you date them in the first place, he thought you knew what you were getting into. He was wrong.
A soft knock on your door. You’d had a revolving door of visitors over the past couple days, all trying to coax you to come down to eat, or go to school, you doubted tonight would be any different.
“Hey.. Y/N?” Satan this time. A soft sigh and you could hear shuffling as you assumed he sat against the door.
“Listen, I’m not going to beg you to come downstairs.” You chuckled at the admission, poking your head out of the blankets wrapped firmly around you.
“But uh. I know how much it hurts, to be heartbroken like that.” Another pause. “Shocking, I know. But nonetheless, it’s okay… to take your time. Healing takes longer than anyone expects.”
Satan had once been in love? Satan was sympathising with you? Odd.
“I’m not going to say I’m here if you need to cry, because I hope that’s a given. But also, if you need anything, I’m only one text away.” Sitting up, you ran your fingers through your hair, biting your nails as you opened your door, watching as he fell through onto your wooden floor.
The first time you’d laughed in three days. Satan shuffled up, rising to his feet and dusting off his sweater before glancing around your room, the empty breakfast bar wrappers and random trash was definitely an eyesore.
He chose not to comment, you appreciated that.
“I can accompany you if you’re coming down.” While your attire wasn’t at all appropriate, still in pyjamas, you were seriously considering it, after all you know Lucifer wouldn’t scold you for it, or at least you hoped so.
Asmodeus got practically banished from the tables with stares the moment you appeared at the top of the stairs, they rolled their eyes and pushed past you, the awkward situation making you want to run and retreat back to your room, not to the human world like you’d been thinking the previous night, after all, you still have friends here.
Taking your seat, everyone’s eyes bored into you before Satan spoke up.
“Y/N isn’t a novelty to gawk over, have some respect, they just needed time.” He tutted, beginning to eat. That seemed to snap everyone out of their trances, averting their gazes and digging into their food.
That night you didn’t end up holed in your room, you ended up in Satans. It wasn’t anything sexual, not by any means, instead you were reading, a fantasy book that Asmodeus would’ve made fun of. No longer secretly, you were enjoying it and Satan was listening you nitpick the characters and get annoyed at their choices.
He was listening to you with a smile and you couldn’t help but smile back, for once you felt loved, perhaps not in the romantic sense, but having even one person who cared, who understood and who loved you for you, for your niche interests and hobbies other people find weird. That’s true love.
You were happy to love Satan.
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FROTHING AT THE MOUTH OMG
be the hero :: gn!reader x elliott "mirage" witt
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ contents: mirage was supposed to be the hero in the games. he was supposed to be your hero. what happens when you see him die live?
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: mirage gets shot in the head (NOT DETAILED), typical apex violence, angst with a fluffy ending, elliott being a little shit, no "y/n"
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ author's note: this was not requested, and also written in my notes app when arenas was new. that being said, my requests are open! make sure to read my rules before requesting!
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Being the new Legend in the Apex Games, you weren't allowed to do certain things. To have certain privileges like new in-combat outfits and to be able to play certain types of combats was exclusive for veteran legends. Which is why you ended up sitting on the side, watching a match of Arenas on a flat-screen TV in the dropship.
Arenas. A brutal 3v3. whoever wins three rounds win; or, it goes overtime, until one team is winning by two points. Kill or be killed. Often, the gamemakers will throw in a commoner. They're usually convicts of major crimes, like murder or accessory to it; or insane enough to try to go into the Games without prior training. This time, it was a woman that you didn't know the name of. She had killed her ex-husband after a dispute of property, so if she wasn't killed she'd be hauled back to jail.
You were watching one of the cameras on the large panel, admiring one of the older Legends-- Mirage. Better known to everyone as Elliott Witt. Well-- he enjoyed it when you called him Mr. Witt. Stroked his ego. You smile every time you said it.
You're newer to the Games-- not untrained, just inexperienced. You didn't like the idea of killing anyone, so you just downed enemies in Trios or Duos and hoped your teammates would deal with the rest. The fans didn't particularly care that you didn't have any kills to your name-- they know how skilled you are with guns and combat, and most understand your inability to kill someone in cold blood. Especially someone who's not a Legend, and is really dead after they're shot.
You quietly sit alone, watching the trickster run around the crashed Mirage Voyage, which he looks over before slightly wincing. You understand-- it was one of his prized things, and now he's hiding in it. Elliott shrugs his shoulders back, getting back into his game mode. Your eyes widen as you hear gunshots, and bullets whiz by Mirage's head.
You squeal. "Turn around, turn around--!" As if he hears you, the Legend swung on his heel, firing at the commoner. The woman shouted out in pain, running around the corner and disappearing from sight. Mirage looked at the camera, winking and giving it his classic finger guns. He had his signature smirk on. You shivered, shaking your head. He worried you too much.
Just as the Legend was recharging his shields, the commoner whirled around the corner. She shot at him, Mirage too panicked to send out any sort of decoy. He couldn't use his ultimate-- it was locked. You stared, jumping to your feet and watching the screen desperately. "Move, Mr. Witt, move!" you pleaded.
But the commoner was far more brutal than Elliott expected. She kicked at him, ripping his knockdown shield off his arm and crushing it under her boot. Elliott stared up at the woman, eyes pleading with her. The woman laughed. "Don't you know the first rule about battle? Show no mercy to the enemy." She slammed her boot into his jaw. You screamed.
"NO!"
You ripped yourself away from the screen, running around the dropship. "Where the hell are the Arenas managers?" You grabbed Horizon's arm, staring at her desperately. Dr. Somers gazed at you, softly shaking her head.
"Dearie, there's nothing you can do. The games are all but fair." She gently patted your shoulder. You look back to stare at the screen. The commoner rammed her boot again into Mirage's jaw. His face was scrunched in agony. She finally put the Alternator's barrel against his head, pressing it into his temple.
"Night night." You squeeze your eyes shut, looking away. There was a loud bang, then silence. You sink to your knees, grip slipping off of Horizon as you burst into sobs.
"No, no, no no no--" you cried, hugging your knees to your chest and gripping at your calves as tight as you can. Your nails dig into your shins. "He was supposed to be the hero--" you sobbed.
Horizon crouched down next to you, gently rubbing your back. "Darling, he'll be as good as new once he's up here. Promise ya."
His team ended up losing the match. Wraith, Mirage, and Rampart stumbled onto the dropship, a bit dirty but not hurt in the slightest. Elliott rubbed his eye, wincing at the major headache he had. Thankfully, Wraith had put that commoner out of business-- but damn that thing hurt. He looked around the ship, hearing Dr. Somers and Ajay's soft voices trying to console a crying voice. He froze.
You.
He immediately moved towards the sound, the newest Legend sitting on the floor with Ajay's D.O.C in her arms and the two older Legends at her side.
"He's okay, he's okay."
"But she shot him! She shot him in the head and-- that's f-fatal!" you wailed, shaking violently. "She killed him! He was-- he said-- he said he'd come back.." You break off, melting into a wrack of sobs.
Mirage took off his goggles, rushing over and sitting in front of you. "You can't get rid of me that fast." He tried to give you a reassuring grin, but his heart sunk at the sight of you crying so hard.
You cried out, letting go of the D.O.C and diving onto Elliott. He inhaled, quickly hugging you back.
"Hey, hey, sweetcakes. Breathe. I'm okay, just a headache--"
"I'll kill her!" you interrupted. Elliott froze, and he blinked a bit. "I'll kill her! I'll give her all I've got so she can never--"
"She's dead. She's-- she's dead." His voice was gentle, and you hiccupped, curling into him. He slowly began rubbing your back. "I'm still here. I'm back. I may not have won but I'm still a hero." He chuckled, and you inhaled shakily. You hid into his chest, shaking slowing to a stop. You sniffle.
"Your gear is so uncomfy."
Elliott grinned before laughing. "You wanna come help me change?" he teased.
You genuinely consider it for a moment before tightening your arms around his torso. "Just-- don't let go'a me, Mr. Witt."
The older Legend froze. "I.. We're well versed enough for first names. Elliott."
You sniffled. "Don't let go, Elliott. Just don't." Your voice is weak from crying, and it breaks Elliott's heart. He held you closer, jokingly humming in your ear.
"Your heeerooo is heeere--" he coos softly, a smile turning your lips up. You giggle, relaxing your shoulders and simply leaning onto him. Elliott hesitated for a moment before picking you up. You squeaked, hugging his neck as he fumbled his balance. Elliott chuckles and gains his footing. He walked you over to his futon, laying you down on it. It's plush, but you stared up at him nervously. You didn't let go of his neck.
"Don't go," you whisper. "Please."
Elliott pauses before pulling you up, maneuvering under you and pulling you on top of him.
"Alright."
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just checking in on yall <3 everything okay?
The last months have been kinda difficult + exam season for both of us but I (Apollo) have more free time now, so I’m going to continue writing
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in such scary and challenging times with trans rights, especially in America, just know that I understand as a trans man, my heart goes out to you and I wish I could do more. Stay safe everyone
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Heeyyy
Ok so I saw the post u made abt an affectionate mc with the bros and I assume that mc was already in a relationship with each brother that u wrote for (I hope that made sense)
So I was wondering if u could do a similar one (mc is still affectionate) were mc isn't in a relationship with either of the brothers and they all have a crush on her. And so they all have to watch in jealousy every time mc goes to kiss or hug another brother. And they can't do anything but glare at the brother receiving the attention (they're smirking at them the whole time)
And mc is too innocent to see any of it going down so they're always trying to make sure that you don't see just to keep your innocence
Hey, kindly, read our pinned. We are male and gn!reader only blog for both our own comfort and for the lack of content surrounding that community, so no, I won’t be doing this request.
And before you come at me for not writing f!reader, you can read the gn!reader stuff, I’m just not comfortable writing f!reader considering I myself am a gay man.
Please and Thankyou actually read our rules.
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Heeyyy
Ok so I saw the post u made abt an affectionate mc with the bros and I assume that mc was already in a relationship with each brother that u wrote for (I hope that made sense)
So I was wondering if u could do a similar one (mc is still affectionate) were mc isn't in a relationship with either of the brothers and they all have a crush on her. And so they all have to watch in jealousy every time mc goes to kiss or hug another brother. And they can't do anything but glare at the brother receiving the attention (they're smirking at them the whole time)
And mc is too innocent to see any of it going down so they're always trying to make sure that you don't see just to keep your innocence
Hey, kindly, read our pinned. We are male and gn!reader only blog for both our own comfort and for the lack of content surrounding that community, so no, I won’t be doing this request.
And before you come at me for not writing f!reader, you can read the gn!reader stuff, I’m just not comfortable writing f!reader considering I myself am a gay man.
Please and Thankyou actually read our rules.
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no i get the friends talking about anything and everything bro
I am that friend LMFAO
BUT OKAY GOOD DON'T OVERWORK YOURSELF WITH HIM P L S
but oh you CARE? YAY TIME TO RAMBLE
The book is really fascinating when it comes to explaining everything-- there are 8 chapters, each about something different connecting to psychology, including sleep and romantic relationships and all that jazz, but the first chapter is about how the senses connect to our behavior. for example people who experience phantom limb pain ('pain' in an area where there is nothing there; i.e a hand, leg, etc) and this doctor named Dr. Ramachandran built a box where the patient put their remaining hand into the box and uncurled their fingers, causing the phantom pain to go away-- it also talked about synesthesia, which is our senses essentially mixing together-- people with words have a taste, people see colors when hearing something, etc etc, and it all draws back to our senses relying on each other to function. also our brains naturally predict things, like if you saw an image of a man falling, you'd naturally see him farther down than he actually is. Also our eyes have natural blind spots, but our brain makes up for the missing information!!
THATS RIDICULOUSLY COOL??
Is the nose by chance one? Because I know I should be able to see my nose but I can’t, maybe because I’m so accustomed to it? Or is that a myth?
Either way mirage anon, I love psychology; I wanted to be a psychologist at one point (now on the architect career path) so that was super interesting omg
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NOOO I GET EXAM SEASON
OUR TESTING ISN'T FOR ANOTHER MONTH THO I'M SENDING YOU SO MUCH LUCK
yeahhhh that Mirage hyperfixation from me can be to blame for the Mirage fics LMAOOOO
BUT OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH INTERESTING INTERESTING
I finished a chapter in a new book I got about psychology!!
NO I LOVE IT!! Mirage is my personal favourite so I sit there and giggle while writing each time.
Right now I’m listening to three friends on call talk about anything and everything, from one of them having epilepsy to them planning a party at my place (for some reason)
BUT OH?? WHAT WAS THE CHAPTER ABOUT
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TYSMMM
ANYWAYS
How've you been? I saw your post with the demon bros and I really liked it! (while I haven't seen the show)
you writing anything else atm even outside of fic??
OOHH!! I’m working on writing for a visual novel game I’m coding, I also have 4?? Mirage fics I’m writing + some monster prom stuff I have planned.
But I’ve just been super busy because it’s exam season and I have tests in less than two months 😰
Other than that, my hyperfixation on young royals has returned and I will NOT shut up about it so I channeled that into writing a 200k (right now) fic about wilmon and it’s super canon divergence (I didn’t like it when Erik died it made me too sad) where it’s hella angsty but fluff and it has a crossover bc I’m brain rotting so hard with other shows and books about other queer monarchs 🫡
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I AM MALFUNCTIONING SCREAMING KICKING MYSELF OMG OMG OMG
Also on Friday I (semi) walked him to the car while it was raining
AND I JUST WANT IT TO BE FUCKING POURING THE NEXT TIME WE HAVE REHEARSAL TOGETHER SO IT CAN BE ALL THE WAY AND UUUUUUUUUUUUGH
That is.. SO CUTE?? I wish you well with him!!!
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