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yes-im-your-mom · 2 years
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Imagine somebody wrote the most unhinged fanfic and decide to put the maximum they could on Blaze so everybody would see it. I would have so much respect for that person🫡
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astaroth1357 · 3 years
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Demigod MC Series: Poseidon
Fishy fishy fishy… I honestly could write 100 more things for Poseidon MC and Levi. I just love the dynamic between an insecure, otaku shut-in and a chill California surfer dead set on becoming his friend.
Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2, Poseidon 
For anyone unaware, Poseidon is also the god of horses. I know it's a weird combo, but I didn't write the mythos.
Lucifer
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They came out of the portal….
On a horse….
They brought the mortal down to the Devildom…
On a goddamn horse….
There's a demigod on a live horse brandishing a weapon and doing laps around the Student Council Room…
Congratulations, he already wants to pull his hair out!!
Honestly, it would have been preferable to pluck them out of the sea. At least then they'd just need a towel! What the hell were they going to do with an entire horse!?
And his nightmare didn't stop there. Poseidon is a notoriously mercurial god, prone to bouts of anger and spitefulness for reasons far less grievous than kidnapping his children… 
Their apology was swift and (seemingly) effective, though the tide waters around the Devildom did rise by several feet for some time…
As for the MC… uh… Well, they're an energetic one to say the least…
Lucifer hasn't met a more active individual since Mammon. They horseback ride, swim, surf, skateboard, and probably do ten other things - the point is, they Hardly. Keep. Still! 
They're also annoyingly easygoing… He can't count the number of times they've told him to, "Just chill out," or, "Hang loose…" What does that even mean??
Between having to order a stable made for their horse and just trying to keep up with them, Lucifer already thinks this mortal has caused him more trouble than they're worth… At least they keep Mammon busy...
Mammon
Upon first meeting them atop their horse, Sunset, his first thought was of course:
"I wonder if I sell that...?"
After that, they nearly fed him to sharks for trying to take their beloved steed on same night. Safe to say, he never touched a hair on its head again…
These two had a rocky start, but their relationship mended fairly quickly. As it turns out, the MC is literally one of those "go with the flow" types. You can say it was water under the bridge soon enough.
Mammon actually thinks the MC is a hell of a lot of fun, even if they're super laid-back. Most of the time, they won’t take his drive for money (or fear of his bills) all that seriously and tell him that he’s worrying too much, but they’ll still lend a hand if its on their way.
He finds their ability to control water pretty cool as well. Levi has it to some extent, but the MC can make a whole-ass whirlpool or use water like a whip! 
He once begged them to call up some rare fish for him to sell, but they got all pseudo-philosophical on him about how “trading life for material wealth” is “not cool, dude...”
He also made the mistake of challenging them to a splash fight only once…. They managed to drench the whole family with a single wave….
The only thing that bothers him is their weird insistence on being Levi's "Best Buddy…" Why would someone like them even bother with a shut in??
Is it the water? … Probably water. Levi, that lucky bastard…
Leviathan 
Thinks they're a big normie, no scratch that, a HUGE normie! The biggest normie he's ever met!! They skateboard and horseback ride for Devil's sake!!
...But they’re also, undoubtedly, the best friend he could've ever asked for.
To be fair to Levi, their friendship was sort of forced upon him. The MC took one look at him, his aquatic-themed room, and his pet goldfish then declared their new friendship status at that moment. 
Unfortunately for him, though, they're energetic, extroverted, and generally have little understanding of personal space… aka, an introvert's worst nightmare…
The next month could accurately be described as the MC doing everything in their power to make their stubborn "senpai" like them.
They would drag him out to the aquarium, beach, or pool; they befriended Henry so he could put in a good word for them; and they'd even bring him little gifts or trinkets they'd find on the ocean floor. Pretty shells and stuff like a cat bringing its master a dead mouse.
After he finally began to accept them as a persistent fixture in his life, he introduced them to gaming and anime and started accepting them little by little...
By the end of their stay, these two were practically inseparable. Not just because they like spending time together, but because they figured out they could have a telepathic link due to Levi being part sea serpent. 
No matter how far they are, they can always have a chat! (That no one else can hear so people think they’re just crazy...)
Satan
Satan honestly isn't the MC's biggest fan, he generally finds them too loud and gregarious for his liking. But their horse…?
He never really thought that he'd be a horse man... Yet it didn’t really take long for Satan to adore Sunset, their beautiful golden-maned mare. Apparently she's not their only horse, but by far their favorite traveling companion.
Sunset is a wonderful horse - brave, strong, and well-trained. It only took a few weeks before he was regularly sneaking out to the stables to brush her fur or feed her apples...
After the MC taught him how to ride, that was it. All other forms of transportation were inferior to him now.
Satan would ride Sunset everywhere and he looked damn good doing it! It takes all that fairytale Prince Charming thing he has going on and puts it through the roof.
It's a good thing too, because when I say everywhere, I do mean everywhere. Lucifer had to put seals on the House doors to keep Satan from riding Sunset through the hallways...
Of course, he’ll always let the MC have Sunset back when they need her!... with a little complaining but nothing terrible.
The MC doesn't mind much because Sunset likes him and they know he takes good care of her, but the rest of the House is slightly unnerved at how quickly he went horse crazy… What if they brought a giant crab instead?? No one wants to deal with crab-Satan...
Asmodeus 
Their body is just scrumptious. Oh, how he could look at their swimsuit-clad figure all day!! 😩
Between the swimming and the fighting, their form is toned to all hell and he can't get enough of it! Yes baby, yes!! Take those clothes off again!!! He'll help~! 😘
When he's not staring at them “totally respectfully,” then he's inviting them out to pool parties or begging them to take him riding...
There are parts of horseback riding he doesn’t like, the smell and the jostling specifically, but there is a kind of… romance to it, no?
He loves having the chance to snuggle up to the MC as they trot around the Devildom! It's so romantic, like they’re his knight in shining armor! (Or his demigod in a damp swimsuit, either works. 😏)
His Devilgram is just full of selfies of him and MC riding on the back of Sunset or sitting by the edge of the pool or them in the middle of a swim meet…
Yeah his Devilgram is now a one part him and one part MC-Appreciation account.
After the pact he'll eventually cool down some and stop staring at them like a sex-object, but even then he'll be at every swim meet. Don't you worry~
Beelzebub 
He actually really likes them! It's great to finally have another athlete in the House. 😊
The MC joined the RAD swim team just as soon the coach was able to convince Diavolo that having the child of a water god wasn't completely cheating... 
Since swim and fangol practice ends at about the same time, they walk home together a lot and complain about... sports things... (Forgive me, I don’t know sports. Uhm... Rival teams? Coaches? That one drill everyone hates? Stuff like that.)
Beel also can surf, skate, and snowboard so the two have a healthy competition going. They're about on equal footing so they tie often (except in surfing but Beel doesn't think that should count cause they’re probably cheating).
The only thing that he has to watch out for is Sunset… As in, he has to watch himself around Sunset because he absolutely could eat her on accident… 
Look, he doesn't want to and he doesn't even like horse meat that much, but even he has to admit there are times he gets hungry enough to consider it…
Of course, he knows that if he ever did Satan would rip him limb from limb then the MC would drown the rest so he really, really tries to control himself… but still… She’s a very healthy horse...
At least he didn’t try to sell her like Mammon. The MC hung him over a shark tank for that stunt… He’d feel bad, but Mammon kind of had it coming.
Belphegor 
The first time they met, the MC smelled like beach water and called him "dude-bro…" He didn't like his prospects.
For a while, he genuinely thought that they had a lump of sand where their brain was. They were just too chill!! Here he was saying that he's being held captive and they were like, "Well that sucks, man… I'll help ya, but I've got practice tomorrow. You can wait, right?"
It's not like he expected them to jump on top of it, but some urgency would have been nice…
When they eventually got around to helping him, he was actually looking forward to choking the life out of them for the extra wait. Unfortunately, they apparently had a horse…
Yeah, Belphie found out just a bit too late that the MC could summon their steed to them whenever they wanted and ended up with Sunset's hooves firmly bucking into his back for his trouble…
What followed was Belphegor running circles around the attic from the weapon-totting MC riding their terrifying murder horse until Lucifer finally intervened....
Thank the gods he wasn’t near any water….
As it would turn out later, as long as he's not being held captive in an attic Belphie kind of vibes with their laid-backness… They say they approach life "one wave at a time" or something.
He could care less about what that actually means, but what it translates to is "Stop stressing out and just keep chill" which he's all about.
Everybody should just chill out!... dude…. Nah, he'll let them stick to the “dude”-thing, it feels weird...
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yukiobeyme · 4 years
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I LOVE your work. Could you write a scene with all the boys, where MC asks if she can touch one of them's horns. Someone (probably asmo?) starts a conversation about how the human knows nothing about demon bodies and they let her take a closer look at their demon features haha. Things like feeling how one's wing feels like leather, MC asking if demons bones are black (their horns are), why their nails have natural colors or if levi's tail is warm or cold-bloodied. just fun/fluff! Thank you!
So Asmodeus’ is a little suggestive, I apologize for that. But it isn’t NSFW. This request made my google search history really weird, imma be honest. I hope you enjoy! I went through all the brothers, though it’s out of order. So, in short I read the prompt and my writing skills took it elsewhere. I hope this is somewhat close to your expectations and I hope you enjoy! Thank you for the request!
It was after one of the student council meetings, but the brothers weren’t in a rush to leave and decided to continue to sit and talk. You simply watched them interact with one another, it was always interesting to see how their relationship works, they can be at each other’s throats or they were truly acted like brothers. You then started to think of how different the brothers were from each other and then how all their demon forms were unique.
“What are you staring at Normie?” Levi’s question made you realized you were staring intensively at him. You blinked in surprise before blurting out, “Is your tail warm or cold-blooded?” Your question captured the attention of the entire room. The facial expressions were a range of confusion and amusement. It was Satan who broke the silence with a laugh, dropping his head to hide it. You nervously glanced around the room, not knowing if you crossed any unsaid lines.
After a few more moments of silences Asmodeus decided to speak up, “Oh yea, I guess humans know nothing about demon’s body,” he gave you an amused look. You felt your face heat up and tried to hide your face.
“Once we get back to the house, I’ll let you get a close look,” Asmodeus winked at you and you felt like you were going to die of embarrassment.
Walking back to the House of Lamination was quiet and you felt awkward. You couldn’t look at any of the brothers and kept your eyes glued to the ground. Once you were back to the house, Asmodeus whisked you away to his room, where he transformed into his demon form.
You gave Asmodeus a once over, taking in his four bat-like wing and his horns with pink-tinted tips. You continued to stare, trying to build the confidence to move around him.
“You can touch, I don’t mind,” Asmodeus purred at you, trying to be as enticing as possible. You slowly raised your hand to feel one of his wings. It was warm and stretchy, much to your surprised his wings felt like the skin on your arm, though you could feel tiny hair that was soft like a kitten. Asmodeus reacted immediately to your touch, arching his back and shivering.
“Careful they are sensitive,” Asmodeus said breathlessly. When you walked to face him, you saw his pupils were blown up. You took a step back giving Asmodeus a moment to catch his breath and relax.
“Sorry,” you muttered, avoiding Asmodeus’ eyes.
“It’s fine you didn’t know,” he shrugged, “anything else you want to touch?” you looked up to catch Asmodeus giving you a suggestive look.
“Can I touch your horns?” you asked shyly, Asmodeus grinned at you, “Of course you can, sweetheart,”.
“Are they sensitive too?” You asked, stopping your hand short of touching his horn.
“Why don’t you touch them and find out? This is your learning experience,” Asmodeus said cheekily, flashing you a grin.
You slowly moved your hand again, once your hand was close to his horn, you took a single finger from the base of the horn all the way to the tip. Asmodeus shiver once again but was quick to reassure you that it was fine. You focused on the tip of the horn and found out it was rounded instead of pointy. You finally decided to wrap your hand around his horn and starting from the tip you moved your hand downwards. The ridges his horns had were round as well when you reached the base of his horn, Asmodeus eyes flutter shut and let out a soft sign, leaning into your touch.
Your eyes widen in surprise, “So they are sensitive,” instead of pulling your hand away you continued to touch the base of his horn, seeing it where it is the most sensitive. When you pressed where the horn came out of his head, Asmodeus let out a gasp tipping his head and pressing up into your touch. Asmodeus was breathing heavy and his pupils were huge and looking at you attentively.
“I think that is enough,” Asmodeus said gritting his teeth, trying to calm himself down. “I think Beelz and Belphie are next. But feel free to come back if you want to continue,” Asmodeus forced himself to take a step away from you. You gave him a sharp nod before heading out his door.
You knocked on their door before Beelz opens the door letting you in. They were both already in their demon form. You were a little anxious about seeing Belphegor in his demon form, flashing back to the last time you saw him like this; it didn’t end well for you.
You took in Beelz first, his horns were black, ridged horns that curled around his head and he had insect wings. Then you looked over at Belphie, his horns were twisted downwards and instead of wings, he had a long cow-like tail.
“May I?” you asked shyly gesturing if you could touch and poke at them. They both nodded at you, they both went a little tense. You walked behind Beelz to touch his wings, but before you did you asked “Are they fragile? Can I touch them without hurting you?” Beelz turns his head and looked at you, “Yea you can touch them, it won’t hurt or break them,” he gave you a reassuring smile. When you touched his wings, you were surprised that why were smooth and didn’t instantly bend to your touch. Beelz didn’t seem to react to your touch either, “Are they sensitive? You also moving to look at Beelz.
“No, I can feel it a little but not much. I only really feel it when they get really damaged,” Beelz answered shrugging as if it was no big deal, he knew that. You went back behind him and touched his wings again, noticing how thin they were. You also notice that while his wings are black up close, they were translucent and had a similar design that you would see on the average housefly.
You walked back around so you could face Beelz as you reach out to his horns, unlike Asmodeus they seem more porous and they seemed to be hollow but still felt tough. You gasped and pulled your hand back quickly when you touched the tip of his horn, it was a lot sharper than Asmodeus. You looked down at your finger seeing that you had a pin size hole, you looked wide eye at Beelz.
“Sorry, I should have warned you,” Beelz looked at you sheepishly.
“It’s fine, I shouldn’t have pressed on them like that. Are they hollow?” You asked, changing topics so Beelz didn’t feel too bad about it.
He gave you a curt nod, “Yea, it’s something to do with aerodynamics,”.
“Can you fly?” you asked shocked, you began to wonder why they even bothered walking around.
“Kinda,” he paused and looked thoughtful before continuing, “It’s if I end up falling or end up in the air they can help me glide and they can help me re-catch my balance,”.
“Thank you,” you said quietly before focusing on Belphie. Belphie demon form was much like the pillow he carried, a cow.
Belphie was watching you very intensively as you moved towards him, “May I touch your tail?” you asked to be polite and giving him the option to not partake in this. Belphie sighed but nodded his head. You moved towards his tail, slowly reaching out to touch it. Much like you suspected it felt like a cow’s tail. When you stroked his tail in the direction of the hair grown it was smooth but against the hair growth, it was rough and coarse. The end of his tail, where he had longer hair, the hair was almost human-like, but you could tell that the fair shaft was larger, and it felt thick and coarse. Once you let go of his tail, he swished his tail. You jump when you felt his tail contacted your skin, you yelp more out of surprise than pain and looked at him. You relaxed once you saw Belphie smiling at you and let out a chuckle.
“What to touch my horns next?” Belphie asked, lowering his head down, so you could easily touch his horns. Belphie’s horns were more ridged than Beelz and Asmodeus, and the tip was rounded. When you were at the base of the horn, he leaned into the touch, “Does it feel nice?” you asked looking at him confused.
“Yea,” he muttered, his face turning red and he looked away.
“Thank you,” you whispered, looking at the twins.
“I think Mammon and Levi are up next,” Beelz said without you having to ask.
Not needing to be told twice, you made your way to Mammon’s room and knocked on his door.
“Took you long enough, time is money,” Mammon answered the door and step aside to let you in. When you entered the room, you were surprised to see Levi in there too.
“Two birds one stone,” Levi shrugged standing up and making his way towards you.
Before stepping forward, you took in both demons before you. Much like Asmodeus, it seemed that Mammon’s wings were also bat-like. Though his wings were longer and show the intrigue fingers that are present in bat wings. Mammon’s horns were the slimmest out of all the brothers, with his messy hair they seemed smaller too. You noticed how they had a slightly twisted to them. You turned your attention to Levi; he was looking at the ground seeming shy with the attention on him. Out of all the brothers, Levi’s horn was the most unique. They were coral-like branching out and hugged the shape of his head. He had three black diamonds on his neck, something you hadn’t seen on any other brother, but remember that Lucifer has a single black diamond on his forehead. Levi’s tail was the longest out of all the brothers and was a serpentine tail.
You nervously walked toward Levi first, stopping right in front of him. His head snapped up looking at you with wide eyes. Your eyes fell towards the diamonds that were on his neck. Levi noticed and slowly angled his head so you could see them more clearly.
“Can I touch them?” you asked quietly unsure if it was okay. This moment felt fragile and something that should be sacred. Levi nodded and closed his eyes letting shut. You slowly reach out towards his neck; you traced a single finger on the diamond. You were surprised to see that the diamonds weren’t flushed with his neck but actually stuck out. Levi let out a heavy shake breath, trying to straighten himself out. When you traced the next one, he jumped, and you jerked your hand back looking at him wide-eyed.
“Sorry, it tickles,” Levi muttered, looking down but you caught the blush that was painted on his face. You gently nodded and moved your attention elsewhere hoping it would help him relax. You focused next on his tail, you reached out and touched it. You were surprised it was cool and slick to the touch, “It really is snake-like,” you muttered mostly to yourself.
“Ugh yeah,” Levi shifted embarrassed with all the attention, “to answer your question, I’m cold-blooded or when I’m in my demon form,”. You immediately brighten and flashed him a grin when he told you this. You were happy that he was comfortable enough to tell you that.
“Thanks, Levi,” you gently reach out to his face and stroked his cheek. Levi flushed, “It’s nothing, you were curious. I’m going back to my room,” Levi scrambled to leave, leaving Mammon and you alone.
Mammon’s demon form has always been interesting to you, he had the least amount of clothes out of all the brothers; you always expected it to be Asmodeus. Much like Asmodeus, Mammon’s wings were bat-like. His horns were on the thin side and slightly twirled, without asking you were drawn to touch his horns. You were careful with the tips, worried you would get pricked again, you were glad about your precaution because his horns were the sharpest you felt. He was the only brother that appeared to have tattoos, you were drawn towards them, because they were on his exposed chest you asked him softly if you could trace them. Mammon become flushed but gave your permission, you traced some of the tattoos with your finger being mindful of the location. He squirmed a little and you immediately stopped.
“Sorry, I’m ticklish,” Mammon looked away from you, with his cheek’s cherry red.
You couldn’t help but giggle and offer an apology, storing that information for later. When you went to thank him he interrupted you, “Don’t you want to see my tail?”
You froze and gave him a bizarre look, “You have a tail?” you never knew that but you can’t say you have ever been behind him when he was in his demon form. A little giddy to see his tail, you turned him around and saw his small tail. It was bat-like and while you were tempted to touch it you didn’t, simply because how small it was and where it stops, feeling like it would invade his personal space.
“That’s adorable,” you could help but tell him, turning him back around giving him a huge smile. The comment made him blush and stutter when he told you that Satan was up next and was in the common room.
You thanked him and headed towards the common room, when you entered you saw Satan lounging on the couch reading.
“Hey,” you softly called to him, letting him know you were here. He lazily looked up and bookmarked his page before meeting you halfway.
You took the time to take in his demon form, noticing how his scaly tail wrapped around his leg, his horns were scaly S-shaped, and the piece of clothing that stuck out the most to you was the black boa.
“You are welcome to touch and ask any questions,” he said giving you a rare reassuring smile. You took that as permission to step forward and touched his horns first. Unlike the other brothers his horns to be layered on top of each other. The edges were sharp as well as the tip of the horns. You squatted down to look closer at his tail, taking in how it faded to green. Much like his horns, his tail was sharp and hard. You could only imagine how much it would hurt if he was to wipe his tail.
“I think I only have one question, Why the boa?” It had been a question you had since you first saw his demon form. Satan gave you a curious look before it turned thoughtful. He finally shrugged and sighed, “Well black represents power, fear, authority, and rebellion,” he started monitoring your reaction. You nodded to encourage to continue, “The boa is made from split turkey feathers, known as chandelle. They represent things like abundance and pride,” you gave him an amused look, “What’s that look for?” Satan sounded a little guarded about your reaction.
“It sounds like a tribute to Lucifer or at least reference to him,” You saw Satan nose flare a little at that comment, “I mean think about it a rebellion against pride,” you tried to recover from your previous statement. While it didn’t seem to relax all the tension, “yea, I guess your not wrong with that,” Satan sighed.
“Any other questions?” he asked looking intently at you, you shook your head and thanked him. Without being told you knew you were headed to Lucifer’s room. You stopped outside the door and knocked on the door.
“Come in,” He called to you. You cracked the door to peer in before entering the room. Lucifer was at his desk but rose as you entered. Lucifer’s demon form always intimated you, whether it was because of the amount of power he held in his posture or the number of times he got angry and transformed into his demon form. Though Lucifer also had the most elegant looking clothes, you would have been able to tell he was the avatar of pride by this outfit alone.
Before you even stepped towards him, you asked if it was okay to invade his personal space and touch him.
“Because we are in private, I will allow it this time,” he watched you like a hawk as you stepped towards him. You stopped in front of him taking in his two curled bull horns, four black wings, the symbol of a fallen angel, and the diamond on his forehead. You recalled that Lucifer was the highest order of the celestial hierarchy, a seraph. You recalled that it was most likely he kept that diamond on his forehead from his angel form, though it turned black to represent that he lost his purity and light.
Much like the other brothers you started with his horns, his horns were like Satan, but the ridges weren’t as raised. You figured that it did make sense because Satan was created by Lucifer. You traced the whole horn down and you noticed the tension that took over Lucifer figure. His posture straightened and his eyes were wide with shock
“Can you feel that? Is it uncomfortable?” you asked raising your hand off his horn.
“I can feel it, and it’s unfamiliar, no one has ever traced them before,” his voice was tight but forced his posture to relax.
You decided to touch the tip of his horn before moving on, but you immediately regretted it as you felt the horn pierce through your skin. It burned like fire and you were quick to yank your hand away and held it to your chest, looking terrified.
Lucifer said nothing, just simply waited for you to collect yourself and continue. After a moment the fire died down and decided that was enough of exploring his horns. You left your hand touch his diamond and was surprised when your wrist was caught by his hand and Lucifer flinched away.
“Don’t touch that,” he snarled at you, his body was back to rigid and you felt your body go ice cold. An angry Lucifer wasn’t a pleasant sight and it made your unease. You stepped back, to give him space and calm down. You decided to look at his clothing more from afar. You noticed how he was decorated with peacock feathers.
Thinking that it would be a good distraction you asked, “Don’t peacock feathers mean a healthy ego or in Christianity, it’s a symbol of vanity?”
“Yes, why do you ask? It seems like you knew that,” Lucifer was back to looking at you intensively though he didn’t look as murderous when you touched his diamond.
“Just making sure, it seems… well-fitting,” you were hesitant to say that, but you knew the story of the fall of Lucifer. Lucifer let his pride and ego grow too much, he felt angry against God and craved the honor and glory that belong to him.
“I guess it does, are we finished here.” Lucifer’s eyes narrowed at you, you nodded your head and led you out of his room and back towards the common room. The room now had all the brothers lounging around and talking among themselves. You joined the group and conversation, Lucifer excused himself because he was responsible for dinner.
“So, did you learn a lot about us?” Asmodeus asked cheekily, flashing you a smile.
“Um, yea I think so. It was definitely a unique experience,” you replied shyly, “Thank you for letting me do that,”.
“I just have one more question,” you said hesitantly and got even more nervous as six pairs of eyes looked at you. “What color are your bones?” It felt like a silly question, but they were so different than humans, that you couldn’t help but wonder.
Satan was the first one to speak, “Well we have been lucky to never see any of our bones. But they are black and strong. They are also linked to power and status, so the more powerful the demon, the stronger their bones are,” he maintained eye contact with you the whole time he asked your question. You nodded at his answer, “That makes sense, thank you,” you then let the conversation die and hoped someone would be willing to change it.
All the brothers gave nods and reassurance it wasn’t a big deal. You proceed to fall into a comfortable conversation, that was more about their history. You couldn’t help but feel happy and closer to the brothers than ever before.
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maddiethebull · 4 years
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May I request a scrnario with leviathan with an s/o who's a closet otaku (like she rlly tries hard to hide it from him lmao) and how would he react when he manages to discover her otome/male idol merch (like enstars, tsukiuta or a Idolish7 lololol) hidden in some part of her room/closet
Levi (Obey Me!) - Prompt - Being with a secret otaku MC
Sorry that this took fucking forever, I had my Mid terms which was a ride and a half, but heres the story. I used the power of my own weeb knowledge to write this, hope you love it!! Thank you for making a request
You, Satan, and Asmo were sitting in the living room watching The Real Housewives of Devildom when you all heard an ear shattering seemingly female scream. Asmo jumped like a baby into your arms while Satan, who was off in his own world reading a detective novel since you got so caught up in the show that you weren’t even looking at your Spells notes anymore, looked up and straight to the source. It came from your room. The biggest problem was that you guys had no idea where Lucifer fucked off to so you couldn’t ask him to go check it out. 
Asmo quivered in your arms, saying, “M-MC, go check it out.”
“WHAT? Me? You want me to check it out?” You? The weakest of the bunch??
Satan spoke up, “why don’t we all go check it out, that way we’ll have MC with us to make sure she’s okay and have two demons to protect her.”
Reluctantly, you and Asmo got up to follow Satan’s lead.
-Five hours ago-
Levi was so far ahead of you in Mario Kart : Journey into Devildom ™ that he passed the finish line nearly a minute before you. 
“Hah, normie!!” he said. 
You had been not only defeated, but defeated so badly that you silently declared Mario your arch enemy. You looked to Levi, 
“Hey, that level was really hard, okay?” you said with puppy dog eyes, hoping to avoid his taunts about your gaming abilities. 
“Nahhhh it wasn’t you’re just such a normie that you couldn’t finish it in first place like me.” He said it with a taunting smile and a sly look in those orange eyes. 
You decided to repay his taunts; you stood up and then kneeled, your hand on your heart, 
“Forgive me, your weeb highness.”
You grabbed his hand, you were going to kiss it to really drive the whole weeb highness joke in but he tugged away immediately. He was blushing the color of a fuji apple. He put his wrist over his mouth and avoided eye contact, he was slightly embarrassed from your joke, but it was you grabbing his hand that sent the flush to his cheeks. Of course, he would never admit that to you, so he said, 
“H-hey, you don’t have to make fun of me.”
“You just called me a normie, Levi,” you said, looking up at him with a beaming smile. 
He blushed more, “G-get up MC, it’s w-weird l-looking at you like that.” In a desperate attempt to hide his blushing cheeks, he wasn’t even looking at you now. This is why you loved teasing him back, he would always become so flustered when you teased him back and seeing him blush was the cutest thing you could ever imagine.  No matter how much Levi called you a normie or made fun of you for being bad with the video game controller, you never turned down a chance to give him a taste of his own medicine. He didn’t even know the best part. You were totally an otaku! Just like him – well, maybe not just like him, you left your room much more than him and another tiny detail is that you had gone to the ends of the earth to hide your otaku side from everyone you came into contact with. 
“Hah,” Levi laughed, “when you were being all butthurt about being a normie, you sounded like Suki from My Heartless Father Threw Me Out At Birth But It’s Fine Because He Died and Left Me With A Fortune But My Angry Mother Tried To Kill Me But I Killed Someone, Who Is It? When her heartless father threw-”
“I understand Levi.”
Realizing that maybe the name was a little too forth-giving to the plot, he tried a different reference just so he could see you not understand it. 
“Okay what about this one, you sound like SHEba at the final battle when she gave a speech to the dog-humanoid overlord.”
“Pfft, no I didn’t, she was way more worked up okay. And that was the same day that she found out her father was the villain so that’s two people betraying poor SHEba. Also, what was with the ending, was that a set up for a sequel or something? I think that a sequel would be dragging it on too much just like when ‘Did She Do It?’ came out after ‘Do What I Say! : Should We Have A Courtship?’”
Levi was looking at you, mouth hanging open, “Uhhh MC, you’ve seen ‘Bone Catcher: The Planet of the Dogs’? AND ‘Do What I Say!’????”
“Oh, uh, no, not really, only a little bit of it. Just some snippets because you were talking about it so I watched like five minutes, not really my thing………”
“ASDFGHJKL only this meme can describe how I’m feeling.” It was a deep fried meme written in ancient devildom language over the picture of what seemed to be a demonic pikachu with its mouth open. 
You sigh, “Levi I can’t read that.”
“Hm, maybe a NORMIE (lolololol)  like you shouldn’t read it!”
You laughed, “okay, Levi.” 
To this he smiled, you didn’t know why but he smiled nonetheless. In truth, he was just happy that he could have a conversation with you like this. You were the only person he’d ever met that went to such lengths to hang out with him, I mean Satan sometimes came around to watch dramas and Mammon came around to ask for money, but you didn’t want that. You wanted to hole up with him, hear his voice, see his smile, play the games you weren’t accustomed to. You just wanted to be with him and that was the most profound realization that came upon Levi after you two first began hanging out like this. You were his first best friend and his first romantic interest that wasn’t 2D, so it was a big deal when you came to hang out in his room.
He didn’t want you to leave so he spoke,
“So, wanna play another game so you can lose?”
“Very funny,” you said, giving him a smirk.
“For reals though, I have this new game and it’s a two player.”
You stretched your arms out as you stood up from where you were sitting on the ground, “maybe tomorrow, I have a big test coming up in Spells class and I really need to study for it.”
He looked down to the controller that was still in one of his hands, “oh, okay, just do your normie studying but tomorrow you have to be here to play it with me, like blood oath promise me.”
“I feel like a blood oath is a little too serious for this situation, pinky promise,” you said holding out your pinky.
He couldn’t help but blush at the thought of touching your hand again. 
“Pffft, w-what a lame normie thing to do, l-let’s do a pinky promise t-then.” 
“Okay,” you linked your pinkies together and looked into his eyes that were surrounded by a rose color that crept up to his entire face, “I pinky promise you that I will be here tomorrow so I can be your player two.” 
He blushed even harder, “okay, w-whatever.” And you were on your way out, but just before you opened the door, “oh, by the way, I lost my headphones at R.A.D., can I borrow some earbuds for tonight?”
“Hmph, okay but JUST for tonight, the premiere of Generic Anime Name is gonna be on Devflix tomorrow morning and I can’t miss watching that.”
And with that, you were off to study in your room until Asmo yanked the headphones from your ears,
“Hey MC, guess what show is on?”
“Asmo I’m trying to study,” you put Levi’s headphones in your pocket as to avoid further ear pulling. 
“But it’s ‘The Real Housewives of Devildom!’ Remember how you promised me last week that you would watch the new episode with me?”
“Asmo, not now, I need to study for this test
“MCCCC, you SAID you woulddddd you prommmisssed”
“Ugh fine but only if we bring Satan along to help me study during commercials.”
“Yayyyy!” 
Meanwhile notification beeped on Levi’s D.D.D.,
“As a present we’ll be releasing the premiere of Generic Anime Name a little early for our loving fans
Levi rushed to your room and walked right in, not bothering to knock. It was a good thing you weren’t there because you would’ve punched him in the face if another person had come in while you were studying. He wondered for a second where you had gone, but that wasn’t the issue at hand, he HAD to find his headphones. He rummaged through almost your entire room. ‘Where would they be?’ ‘Maybe she dropped them and kicked them under the bed?’ So, he went looking under your bed and found tons upon tons of anime and otome merch. He saw a body pillow of Gavyn from Mr. Passion: Monarch’s Decision and that’s when he lost all composure and let out a scream. About five minutes of digging through your stacks of posters and T-shirts and yet another body pillow, the door was nearly busted open by you, Asmo, and Satan. 
“Why didn’t you tell me?” He was hurt, really hurt you could tell because he didn’t even have the strength to call you a normie. He figured you didn’t tell him because you didn’t think he was cool enough or hot enough like Gavyn. Maybe you even didn’t like him at all. 
“Uhhhhh, I’m going to leave now, bye,”Asmo said, sprinting out of the awkward situation and Satan soon followed seeing that there wasn’t some ghost wandering about in your room. 
“Levi-”
“Are we friends?” This caught you off guard, why the hell would he think you weren’t friends? He was your best friend and at the same time your biggest crush. 
“Of course, Levi, we’re friends,” your head hung low, you felt slightly ashamed of hiding this side of you from him. 
“Then why did you hide all of this from me?”
“Because I was scared of how you would react. In the human world, there was a guy I used to really like, he was my only friend at the time, but when I showed him these things, he stopped talking to me; he wouldn’t even look at me in the hallways. I felt so alone. He thought it was weird and childish and- and he said I was creepy. I just-” tears began rolling from your eyes from remembering this and realizing that Levi was nothing like that guy. Levi, even though he didn’t show it much, actually cared about you and he was even into some of the same things you were but you were just too damn scared of something like that happening again.
You choked back your tears, “I just didn’t want to lose you.” 
He stood up and walked over to you, “MC, you don’t need to hide from me… I would never stop talking to you, even if you were into stuff I didn’t like. I just like being around you and having a friend to play video games with and watch anime with and you listen to me talk about Ruri-chan and- and,” his voice shook. Now both of you were crying as he pulled you in for a hug, you were both such softies that you couldn’t help but get worked up over your emotions. Neither of you wanted to lose the other, and Levi didn’t want you to feel like you needed to hide any part of you from him because, after all, you were his player two. 
“Y-you should never leave your player two behind,” he said with his face buried in the crook of your neck. Lucifer gave a passing look in your room when he got back to see that you were alright but saw two emotional weebs crying and hugging instead. 
“MC, Levi, I beg of you, whatever it is that you’re doing, just finish and go to sleep.”
You and Levi separated but instead of going to his room, Levi stayed with you to watch that new anime premiere episode. You shared the headphones even after you nodded off to bed and Levi was just sat next to you, listening to whatever was on his computer while smiling gently at you, studying your features as you lay peacefully asleep. Finally around five in the morning you were both asleep as Levi unconsciously held you close, in his arms, never wanting to let go of his Player Two.
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This matchup is for @sevensfantasia
Let me know if you want me to include the request you sent in! (I don't automatically include them bc most of you put a lot of information in it and I'm not sure if you want that to be visible for everyone) - - - Here's what the boys think of you:
Belphegor loves the way you think, look and act. He just generally loves you for you. Over-sized T-Shirts & lazy days? YES. You're warm and comfy = the perfect cuddle buddy. Likes how easy-going you are. You don't try too hard to impress anyone and it's something he cherishes about you. After all he spends a lot of time around Lucifer (who likes to hide any sign of weakness or negative traits due to his pride), Asmo (who always puts a LOT of effort into his looks) and Mammon (who also likes to keep his true thoughts & feelings to himself. I mean there has to be a reason why his bond with Beelzebub seems to be the strongest out of all his brothers, and I think that's partly because Beel doesn't try to alter the way he appears to others. Belphie admires and respects both of you for that reason. The fact that you two are just so true and honest with yourselves and others.
Asmodeus would spoil you without even fully realizing it. Like the moment he learns that you're into jewellery and shopping he'll just naturally drag you along? I don't think money is a problem for him either so he just buys everything he likes for the both of you. He'll probably be a bit hurt if you don't wear the very revealing outfits he chose for you because he just knows you'd look so good in them!? Though when he sees you wearing some of the jewellery he's gotten you he gets all giddy again. Also loves to pull your cheek because you're so CUTE ~
Guide - How to befriend Satan: Step 1: Have 11 cats living with you. Srsly that fact alone will catch his interest and he absolutely doesn't mind if your pets are the main subject of all your conversations. Send him those cat photos at 3 am in the morning, he's awake and ready. Also, if you ever decide to create a social media account for your furballs Satan will be their number one follower! He already remembers every single one of their names the first time you mention them.
Mammon: Big girls make Mammon go creamies ok? I'm just gonna leave it at that -
Beelzebub definitely had his experience with self-doubt and insecurieties considering he had to choose between the two most important people in his life and counts himself responsible for not being able to safe both of them. It scarred him for sure and his gluttony surely doesn't make things easier for him. His brothers are accustomed to his appetite but Beel's aware of the weird looks others often give him. He knows how suffocating it feels to doubt yourself so if you're having one of those days where your self-esteem isn't up to snuff, he wants you to know you aren't alone and isn't afraid to let you know that you're awesome just the way you are.
Also: Beel noticing you liking one of his shirts will mostly result in said shirt ending up in your wardrobe. "I don't need it, you can have it if you want." *big happy smile* You're his lil panda now and he's gonna protect you ok?
Just like Beel I feel like Lucifer is just as aware of your feelings and therefore admires your emotional strenght a lot. He also likes that you're usually quiet and don't cause a lot of ruckus.
Simeon: With this guy around you'll never feel left out. He'll always try to include you in conversations and shows genuine interest in your opinions. Half of the reason he does so is because wants to get to know humans better, the other half is because he's good at making feel people important and it doesn't sit right with him to see you being left out. He won't force you into conversation of course, but if he feels like you're being left out too much Simeon is very good at directing the right amount of attention towards you.
Luke: If you like sweets, cakes or any other kind of pastries Luke will be over the moon! He's been into baking for 300+ years but getting positive feedback from an actual human would definitely mean a lot to him. Don't compliment him too much on it or the amount of baked goods he'll shove your way will increase continuously.
Barbatos is quick to notice your attempt to get along with everyone, including people that are very different from you. Being Diavolo's right-hand man he definitely knows how to appreciate your efforts, since he's in a similar position where he has to get along with certain people, no matter how much disdain he may hold against them.
Last but not least I ship you the most with
Levi
Being an INFP you're naturally good at listening to others and this shut-in Otaku really needs someone to pay attention to him. He's very touch starved as well so if you can provide him with cuddles and affection that'd be much appreciated. Kudos if you don't mind staying inside his room all day long. It would definitely help a lot with his jealousy, since hanging around the others more than him will surely put him in a sour mood. He's quite the pessimist when it comes to himself so if you make him feel enough or even loved then that's already a huge achievement. After all Asmo also seems to enjoy being around you very much and the fact that you'd rather spend your time with some yucky Otaku instead of going outside to have fun with the others really takes him aback, in a good way though.
It also doesn't really matter how you want to spend your time with him, you don't even have to interact with him at all as long as you're both in the same room he's already happy. Feel free to watch TV when he's playing videogames or sleep in his bedtube. He's totally fine with you doing your own thing as long as you're near him.
All in all it would be such a chill and sweet relationship. Help I'm jealous
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Instead of writing a scenario I decided to think of some conversations you two could have during one of your gaming sessions (I especially had Far Cry 4 in mind since you stated it as one of your favorite games! )
Levi: "Oi Normie, stop throwing stones at me." You: "Sry, I wasn't aiming for you!" You: *Throws another stone at him*
"Levi?" "Hnn?" "I think you pissed off the elephant." "I didn't, they're friendly." *One (1) very angry Elephant comes running towards you* "Levi I think I pissed off the elephant!!"
You: "Levi HELP! The skunk's trying to kill me!" Levi: "It's not a skunk, it's a honeybadger. You: "It's still trying to kill me though!" Levi (unimpressed): Kill it first then?" You: "I don't want to :( " Levi: *watches your character getting chased and killed by the feral animal* You: "Leviiiiiii !" Levi: *snickers*
Levi: *places landmines all over the enemies base strategically* You: *accidently steps one one, panics and sets off even more* Levi: *screams internally*
You: *gasps in awe* You: "Look Levi, there's a monkey!" Levi: *walks closer to your current location* Levi: "Kristen ...that's a person.
Bonus: You: *gets randomly attacked by an eagle and screams* Mammon: *walking past Levi's room* " ?! " You: *makes inaudible noises while trying to get rid of the bird * Mammon: "Oii Levi waddya doin' in there huh??" Levi: Q///Q
You're probably 80% of the reason you both die in this game but Levi wouldn't trade your company for anything else tbh. Playing any kind of singleplayer game just doesn't hold the same appeal after he gets used to your company and he also loves how invested you can get into videogames, no matter how good or bad you're at them. (In fact he probably prefers if your a little bit less skilled in videogames than he is cuz ya know jealous boi)
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I hope you like your matchup! I really had a lot of fun doing it ~
I currently have 13 more matchups to do the next ones will be for: jinxed-rose bishie-haven daughter--of--bellona
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Dimension Wave   Prologue
—Live another life in an alternate universe. Phase II of Project Second Life is live! Now accepting new participants, but hurry—offer ends soon!
“Whaddya think?”
The characters and background art were so realistic, they almost had me fooled. This feature took up seven pages in this gaming magazine, so it’s gotta be quite popular.
“I don’t know what to say…”
Two girls—actually, my older and younger sister—showed up out of nowhere with grins on their faces. They stuck this video game magazine in my face and hounded me over the article. Honestly, I have no clue as to what they’re trying to do. Well, I’d be lying if I said I had no interest in games. But the write-up seems to be about an MMORPG. I’m more of a fan of games like Harvest M○○n and Animal Cr○ssing. I like that comfy, casual pace.
“Ugh, you’re suuuch a bummer!” “I know, right?!” “…”
What’s with them? They’re so hyper. Even if it’s me saying, I think we get along well. We game together since both of my sisters are very into it. Well, it’s probably because of my influence on them, considering that I’m the only guy of us three.
“So? So? Whaddya think?” my younger sister asks me in a cutesy voice.
Her excitement is almost annoying, but since she’s my sister, I hold my tongue and continue reading the magazine pushed up against my face.
Dimension Wave
Looks like it’s an online multiplayer. Skimming through the pages, it looks like players get to work together with allies to fight off enemies. All their weapons, magic, and monsters are pretty typical too. Oh, you can also go fishing. I like stuff like that. It’s nice and relaxing. There are various races to choose from too. Oh? The description seems kinda odd. What’s this?
—Continuing with the well-acclaimed playstyle of the first phase, Phase II of the game will also not allow players to log out until the session has been completed. This further encourages players to fully experience a second life in the game. However, in-game time differs from real-life time. Though each session will require years of in-game time to be completed, it will translate to 24 hours of real-life time. This means that even players who are in full-time employment will be able to enjoy all of the content. We are now accepting new applicants, so don’t hesitate to sign up! Please visit the address below for details.
So it says. Oh, that’s right. I remember now. It was about a year ago when they caused a big stir. It was the guy who planned to create a whole “second life” thing in a VRMMO world.
And as it says in the magazine, months and years in the game will only be just a few hours in the real world. The game targets young professional. For the sake of giving them the chance to live a second life, players also can’t simply logout until the game is done. Content is released monthly to pretty high praise, save for a vocal minority. Or so I’ve read on a gaming news website. Even my buddies were raving about it after trying it out. Is it really that good though?
The problem is that people’s demeanors change after playing. I mean, if you spend seemingly years in the game, it’s bound to affect your personality. There’s even this disgraceful bastard who not only got a girlfriend in the game but is still going out with her IRL.
Fuckin’ normies!
… I should mention that cost of entry is rather high. Not only do you need special equipment, but the game itself costs a lot. After all, the developers and retailers need to make money. In short, it’s not spare change for a student at the very least.
“So? How are you going to pay for it?”
Honestly, even if you begged Mom and Dad for it, they’ll tell you off…
“Heh heh!”
My older sister remains reasonably excited and brings out an envelope. The Second Life Project is written as the sender’s address.
“No, you didn’t…” “I sure did! Here’s the acceptance letter.” “How did you get this? Who did you have to—” “Remember that tournament I won a while ago? This was the prize!”
She spoiled the answer but also my joke. The license was a prize for winning a tournament for this fighting game, which was made by another company of the same conglomerate. I’ve read that they’re making a lot of money lately. My sister definitely signed up the tournament just so she could get her hands on the license. It’s almost weird being related with these girls.
“Three people can sign up with one of these licenses, ya know!”
Here is my older sister who’s grinning from ear to ear and my younger sister who’s almost physically buzzing with excitement.
“Three people? That’s an odd number, eh?”
Isn’t it normally two or four? I’ve heard stories of couples who played together and came out with a stronger bond than ever. But I’ve heard that the game made things worse for some people too. In any case, it looks like I’m invited too. … wait, hold on.
“Hey, why don’t we put these up on an aucti—boof!”
Before I could finish my sentence, my right cheek encountered my younger sister’s fist.
“No way, you dummy!” “No, hear me out. Selling just one of these would give us enough money for a family vaca—boof!”
This time, it was left cheek, older sister.
“I believe I can leave the whole taking care of Mom and Dad thing until after I become a productive member of society.”
They sure are loyal to their desires. Well, it’s not the license is mine anyway, so I don’t really have the right to tell her what do with it.
“So, who’s player three?” “Huh?” they simultaneously interjected. “Hmm?”
The two girls stare at me as if I were speaking alien.
“Don’t you want to play too?” “Uhh, not really?”
It does sound interesting, but I’m iffy about VR games.
“And plus, I get kinda woozy from VR setups.”
VR machines and these fully-immersive online games have been sweeping through the gaming industry. Just before, the sci-fi subgenre of cyberpunk was very popular. Fully-immersive online games made a big splash when they first came out as it was almost as if cyberpunk has become reality. A large portion of gamers were very positive about it too.
Firstly—and I think a lot of Japanese gamers can sympathize—is that a lot of these physically-stimulating virtual reality games rub people the wrong way. For example, like how retro-styled games with pixel art are still really popular, people are used to gaming through a big TV screen. It’s hard to transition away from that concept. Even though I was born into a world where beautiful 3D games were the norm, I’m sure there were people who rejected the transition from pixel art to low-poly graphics.
Well, if that’s the case, I shouldn’t be opposed to these fully-immersive games.
Secondly, the games are very affected by the player’s brainwaves. It’s been recently proven that mental output and processing power vary greatly from person to person. In other words, a person’s ability to judge and reason have been proven, which is why fully-immersive VR games—games that depend on those functions—are heavily dependent on the player’s abilities.
To sum it up, there were gamers who were dissatisfied with the apparent unequal starting lines started cropping up. And excluding the small portion of people who physically and mentally fared well, the sales number weren’t so hot. Well, I guess it’s kinda like when touchscreens first hit the market. Those resistive ones weren’t so good and people didn’t love them. But as technology gets better, so will the performance of VR machines, and I’m sure it’ll then be a big hit.
Hmm, I swear I’ve heard someone tell me this before.
“Y’know, big bro, vat-type VR games have built-in brainwave normalizers so that anybody would be fine, right?” “Oh, is that right? I guess that’s why they’re so expensive then.”
Vat-types could be described as high-performance VR machines. They’re different than regular head-mounted display units hooked up to a computer. Vat-types connect the player by immersing them in a vat full of liquid in which humans can breathe. It’s really something straight out of a mad scientist’s lab. And to speak frankly, the reason why vat-types are invitation-only being because this is tech from the near future—it must cost a whole lot of money to operate.
“Well, I get that even I can play, but don’t you two have anyone else you could invite?” “It’s a ticket for three people! It’d be a lot more fun to go as siblings, don’t you think?” “Yup, she’s right!”
It seems like the three of us are closer than I thought. That makes me rather happy, to be honest. And so, that’s why I’ll be participating in Dimension Wave too.
The day has finally arrived. The three of us go to the venue by train.
Even though my sisters rushed me out of the door, a lot of people had arrived already at the event site. We brought a few things with us, including the license and a USB flash drive that was distributed to all the players. Stored in the flash drive was the data of our created characters. It takes quite a bit of time to customize a character, so they got us to do that ahead of time.
I made my macho mountain of muscles about three days ago. Swole characters aren’t ordinarily popular, but I think they’re cool.
Humans, Lycanthropes, Elves, Jewels, and Spirits were available choices for your character’s race and I chose to make a Spirit. Spirits don’t have levels, HP, or MP, so it makes them pretty special among MMOs. They had a bit of information on their official site, but I had to figure most of that out by myself. Jewels seem interesting too, but I ultimately decided on a Spirit.
I like the unique races.
As for my sisters, the older one picked Human and the younger Lycanthrope. I didn’t ask them, but they told me anyway.
“Oh, looks like they’re starting to let people in.”
Even before I had said that, those two were already restless and had begun heading inside. And why am I at the end of the line anyway? Eventually, I handed one of the three passes to a staff member and got in return a key with a blue plastic number tag attached to it. Then, we were split into two lanes—one for men, one for women.
“See you later.” “See ya!”
I waved them a simple goodbye before heading into the men’s changing room. It’s pretty big in here. I opened the locker with my number on it and found a set of clothes inside. Before the event, we were told to send in our measurements along with our authorization codes so that they can get it tailored to us.
I put my valuables inside, though that consists of only my phone and wallet, and put on the special clothes. It looks like a plugsuit straight out of an anime or something. It’s really elastic. The guys beside me are being awkwardly silent changing into their suits. But even without saying, I can tell they’re thinking of the same thing. I think they used to submerge you in the nude, but after some criticism, they came out with these tailored plugsuits. They even contain emergency life-saving measures. That’s probably one of the reasons why it’s so expensive as well. After changing, I double-checked to make sure my locker was locked and then hurried out the door.
“Whoa…”
The vats lined up row by row was really a spectacle seemingly taken out of a mad scientist’s lab. They’re actually pretty big, even though it’s just for one person. It’s as big as my bed at home.
“Let’s see, let’s see.”
There’s a large sticker placed instructing which way to stick the USB flash drive in and how to shut the door. It’s so simple, anyone can get it right with a quick glance. I plug in my flash drive into the port, hopped in the vat, made sure the door was closed, then slowly lied down. There’s still 10 minutes left until it starts. I take the time to think through what I’ll do in the game.
The two of them mentioned that they were picking a combat class, but I had other plans. I’d think I’d like to try the fishing activity that was in the magazine the other day. I know it might be a bit weird to just fish in an MMORPG, but the whole point of this game is to live a second life, right? I’ll live it leisurely. I haven’t thought much about what’s after though. I’m sure I’ll find a goal while I play. Just as I was thinking about that, I suddenly remember that they had an event called Dimension Wave going on, just like the title. I totally forgot about it up until now. I still have to decide on whether or not to participate, but I’m sure my sisters will. I’d like to at least play support for them.
“Oh?”
Time snuck up on me while I was lost in thought. An announcement played as they started to pump the liquid in. It’s green, I thought… but it was just the reflection of a light inside the vat. On second inspection, it’s actually colorless. The vat filled up in a flash. I’ve subconsciously held my breath, but I can naturally breathe in the liquid. What a shock. I really can breathe. Honestly, I wasn’t actually sure until now.
—Reading data 0%・・・100%. —Data import complete. Beginning brainwave normalizer load test.
I can see it. Rather, it’s being projected straight into my brain. A scene prettier than reality appears before my eyes. Lots of people are walking in the streets of this fantasy town. The sound is coming through too. I hear everything from the male voice of the shopkeeper to the noise of shuffling feet and footsteps. In normal VR systems, you get the tiniest hint of lag, even if it’s not much. But in here, not only is it running without so much a hitch, the fidelity is extremely high. That’s specialized equipment for ya.
—Test complete. Game will begin after all processes complete.
It’s a weird feeling. The voice goes directly into your head without me needing to use my ears. I was thinking that I’ve totally entered a sci-fi world, but tech in the real world is more advanced than I thought. I guess you could call it being excited, but oddly, I couldn’t calm down and stop looking around everywhere. But right as I do so, everything disappeared.
“That can’t be good.”
I’m not just talking about vat-type machines, but when any piece of electronic suddenly goes black like if you yanked the plug out, it kinda makes me feel weird. It’s like as if the world that I’ve been living it just suddenly disappeared.
And then—
—Best wishes to your new life!
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Day 253—Mar. 23, 2021
Okay, so the numbers for my previous consecutive posts were off by a day (like a day ahead) and February 7′s math was way off, but I googled this! so from here on out, we will be accurate! let’s go bois!
BIG UPDATE BOIS! Essentially? I’VE GOTTEN BETTER! Mental health is better, habits are better, outlook on life is better, productivity... isn’t as high as it was when I first started the blog, but it’s doing MUCH better than November and even January.
coping with minecraft:
So, I’m still addicted to the dream smp minecraft fandom. my friend got me a dream hoodie, bucket hat, and a georgenotfound hoodie for my birthday. but! I’m coping better. I’m behind on streams, and am now catching up during Spring Break. For a while, I was pushing back school work to watch and catch up on streams. I promised myself that during free periods I would work since I was catching up on streams at home, and then... yeah. ANYWAY! I’ve gotten a lot better at that recently by noticing that even fanart accounts (accounts dedicated to mcyt-ers) were talking about how they didn’t watch a phasmaphobia stream because they weren’t interested in it, or talking about how they were behind on streams... it really helped me accept the fact that I can be a real fan and not watch every single stream.
cultural convention:
My international school does events with other international schools but because of covid, we can’t travel. I act and made varsity drama (we call it a different name, but yeah!) and we had virtual conferences. I was incredibly friendly and loud and there were tons of zoom calls. Our schools kinda known for being... uh, stuck up? and kinda elitist. Not like I was being fake, but I was making an effort to talk during calls and be active on group chats made. I joke-flirt a lot and focused my attention on one person. A whole thing ensued, but some of the other actors in my school (there were only 11 of us) were joking abut sending me to “horny jail” and one girl kept apologizing for me. During “lounge sessions” I would interject with what I thought were funny comments and she’d say “again, I’d like to apologize for her behavior” and... uh... I cried at school. Cuz I’ve heard way too many times from too many different people about how I’m embarrassing... BUT.
What really helped was the fact that there were late night zoom calls and I was one of only three kids from my school the first night on a call with around 25 people. Other people said I helped give them a really good first impression of our school, especially considering all the things they’d heard previously. The guy I joke-flirted with (I previously dmed him asking if he was okay with it and he said he was) said on a call that I was one of the funniest people he’d met in a while. It was a huge confidence booster in knowing that the efforts I was making were paying off :)
confidence:
Since starting this blog, I’ve been trying to be nicer to myself. I’ve been practicing more positive self speak and have recently realized the difference between the way I speak about and to myself and how some other people do. Being nicer to myself out loud has helped a lot in feeling better and more comfortable.
I wanted to try wearing black masks, but my mom bought the wrong kind. They had patterns and I was really nervous because I didn’t really want to stand out. I used to not care, but... I dunno. Teenagehood and whatnot. We wear uniforms too, so the only differences are in accessories, hair, etc. I’m not sure why, but I was really nervous to wear the new mask patterns to school. But I told myself it was an experiment, to force me to be more confident. I actually forgot I was wearing it until I saw myself. And since I’d posted on my private story saying I was doing this to try and be more comfortable, some of my friends came up to me and told me it was actually cute. Shows that I really had nothing to stress for. Not that it was really self-expression, but for me, and anyone else who needs to hear this, no one cares. Maybe they even wish they had the courage to wear different things as well.
mcyt mantra:
I have a mantra now! adapted from something drunk Wilbur Soot said during Quackity’s livestream, I think. I repeat it when I’m happy and when I’m nervous or scared and I guess... I dunno, I’m like classically conditioning myself? Except not really since I’m doing it out of order. But yeah! get yourself a mantra!!!
character day:
more with confidence! spirit week is just an excuse for kids to not wear their uniforms, but I put a lot of effort into an Ace Ventura outfit I put together. I only saw around two or three other people actually dressed up as characters, but I had so much fun and thought I looked amazing. I was proud that I wasn’t a normie ;]
Also... it’s so humid in this country and the rubber bottoms of my boots actually stuck to the pavement and fell off. I spent the day without the bottoms of my shoes and it was so funny. Even my mom laughed after (she laughed for so long, it was adorable) and she said only I could pull it off and that the friend I walk to school with everyday is lucky to have me as a friend. My mom was telling me about how she never had a friend like me growing up, just so weird and goofy. And it made me happy to think that I can bring so much... zaniness to people’s lives
ao3:
been writing a lot more recently! haven’t been posting on my writing blog since it’s all fanfiction, but it’s helping me write! I update one of my stories every two weeks. When I feel like I’m not doing enough, it’s a nice reminder that I actually can be consistent. I may be getting better... who knows :)
nehs:
been editing lots of papers even though I don’t need to anymore since I made vp of my school’s nehs chapter. but it’s helping me learn too! I’m very instinctual when writing, but obviously when I’m editing I can’t just ask them to change something because “it doesn’t sound right”. So I google explanations and then tell the people who’s papers I’m editing. It helps both them and me!
ipad/drawing:
got a new ipad for my birthday. been messing around with procreate. been doodling in class (only dream team characters so far lol). might be getting better... hopefully I am!
also have a sticky notes app on my ipad and been creating to-do lists! yay!
teaching:
been teaching students in cambodia! last year I had a teaching partner who guided lessons mostly. this year I’m the leading teacher. It’s helping with my fear of leadership and responsibility.
social:
still not the most social, but more active on snapchat now with keeping in contact with some of the cultural convention kids. covids made it harder to keep in contact, and I’ve been trying to reach out more to my closest friend who I’ve not hung out with in a while. not that we don’t see each other at lunch every other day, but I walk to school with, share a class and after school study hall with another friend. so comparably, I’ve spent less time with my closest friend.
recently had a spa day with my small neighborhood gang! my friend painted my other guy friend’s nails! yes! we used face masks as well :)
general update:
- went to the pool the other day and now I’m hecka burnt
- yesterday I wrote letters for honor society points, caught up on math hw, wrote a reflection and plan for a class, reviewed chinese with my mom, met up with my “mentor” for a class
- have been helping a lot of people! am currently a part of two people’s pieces for their theater class and I have a rehearsal later today!
- was doing a lot of work as an officer of thespian honor society—I’m likely going to be on the officer team again next year and, until a few weeks ago, I hadn’t felt like I’d been doing much and was feeling unworthy. but then I was proactive about something and updated our sponser (school’s drama director) on what we as officers decided. felt... prettyyy goooodddd :)
- !!! yesterday I went on a walk and brought money and my student ID, ready to buy bubble tea, but then... I mustered up what little willpower I had and then didn’t buy it. Instead, I bought surprise lilies for my mom (and some groceries she asked me to get)   - been trying to cut out unnecessary sugars and foods. if I’m not hungry, I shouldn’t eat, but also... I listen to my body and if I’m feeling really snacky, I’ll indulge   - recently been craving ice cream, but not the flavors in my fridge so instead I’m just not eating ice cream at all and ate an apple once as a substitute :D
- not sure if I’ve been sleeping more, but it kinda feels like I have been?
- started taking pictures of the world when I think it’s pretty one sunny afternoon when I was laughing lots with a friend... especially right after cul con, I was taking a lot more pictures...
- just been more active (not physically... though occasionally, when bored, I’ll stretch some... but I should try and get more active (I mean... the walk yesterday?))... creatively speaking (ao3, with art), socially online (cul con kids), in person (making plans over spring break!)...
- I just feel like I’ve been putting more effort into life
of course, there are the down bits, like for one project based class where the end product is due in May-ish and it focuses on the “process”... I’m just... not... process-ing. I chose a writing project (why). I’m focusing a lot on my side projects, but not my class writing one :/ as well as that, when assignments pick up, I do too, but when I get down time I feel like I deserve it (which I do!) but I don’t work ahead. I’ve been really busy though. Teaching got cancelled because the school in Cambodia shut down unfortunately due to covid. But before spring break, I was teaching, editing papers, writing my own for lang, doing cul con and then catching up on work I missed because of cul con, studying for tests, attending rehearsals... there’s a lot going on and I need to recognize that I am doing so well, especially compared with a few months prior when I was in a much darker place.
mostly stress has been my plague, but yeah! also in the span of one week, two classes bumped up a grade (or half a grade... we have letters and + system (no -)) so my previously low gpa became slightly less low! It gave me confidence that I can end the semester strong!
procrastination: another plague. I keep delaying setting up college counseling meetings and have delayed this update for a while now... and the project-class...
also have babysitting jobs again so we gon get some monnaayyyyy! (job is not from people we met at the pool, but we did meet people at the pool and their kids liked me so much they asked me mom to get me to babysit them... another boost to confidence! yay :) I’m a likeable person :] )
thanks for sticking around! I’m glad I’m getting this update in because I’m doing... really well :D hope you guys are also doing well or that it gets better!
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I feel like I am giving my own brain a noogie a lot of the time. Or, maybe, putting it in a headlock. Squeezing it from the inside. I feel like I am pinching my own brain, trying to get it to do different things, constantly. Does that make sense? 
Is that normal? Do you feel the same way, other person reading this? For the sake of your comfort, and potentially entertainment, I want to be completely candid—I feel like this a fucking LOT. I don’t usually realize it, either. And look. I have this deep-seated knowledge that the average person on Earth is having a really shitty time. I think that’s the norm. We’re all gonna die, we’re all gonna suffer. If you aren’t dying, and you aren’t life-sucking, then what you’re in is very cool, very unusual, and very temporary. Some of us end up lucky enough to be dicking around on a Tumblr blog with loads of benefactors all around them. So I don’t like to complain. Or, fuck that. I should complain. Complaining is good. But I don’t like to be disappointed when life is not perfect, because it rarely is. So there’s that. I just notice it sometimes, like having tense shoulders (which I also have). I’ll be hanging out putting up a shirt in the closet, and realize I’ve been keeping my shoulders... more up? More up than they need to be. That’s the thing. It’s a subconscious tenseness that comes back again and again. That’s what’s going on in my brain. New paragraph.
So what do I care about this? It’s just a thing that happens. Big deal. Move on. Well, that’s the thing. I don’t know if it is a thing that happens. If it is, and it’s totally fine, then I’d love to just get on with my life. If it’s bad I want to stop, because it’s uncomfy and I think there’s a better life out there for me. I’m doing it now, even.
I think i thas something to do with this words part of my brain. This hyper-analytical, mostly-useless part of my brain that sucks at doing anything. The same part of my brain that, when I used to play baseball, would absolutely micromanage the fuck out of every aspect of my form in everything I did. It’s criticism. It’s toxic. God, do people criticize their kids and siblings. What a cycle of suckage. I would be thinking to myself, in the batter’s box, “think of the ball like a thing you need to hit DOWN with the bat.” That would work for a while, and then it would stop, and I’d come up with a new thing. That shit doesn’t work. That’s when the verbal, limited part of your brain tryies to use it’s own verbage to move you forward as a being. You know what I’m saying? That’s you words-brain, which isn’t good for much, actually. Silence is gold. You know what I’m saying?
Your words-brain is the best conduit we have of information from person to person (asterisk), but that information is ridiculously low-quality. Low res. It’s like... not that many pixels? I guess I don’t need more analogies. It’s fucking weak. Language is weak. It weakly approximates things, and we need a whole lot of other shit to adequately communicate anything (like gestures, context, etc.). When I talk, a lot of the time, I’m fixated on the words. I’m thinking about the language we’re using. it’s why, why I text someone, I automatically absorb their texting style and throw it right back at them. It’s probably also why, when I listen to a song, I am often thinking about it in abstract terms, subconsciously reverse-engineering the song to the writer. Unsuccessfully and inaccurately much of the time, for sure. I don’t want to seem like some dude who thinks he is just reverse engineering songs as he goes through life. That would be pretty cringey. But that’s the spirit. It’s there. It’s the sizing up of life experiences, thinking of things in the absolute most transactional, bit-by-bit ways. It’s seeing someone throw a ball well and thinking, “I should make sure my arm goes up like his when I throw,” or seeing a happy couple and thinking, “I should hold myself like this person to optimize life enjoyment.” It’s honestly pretty weird, but also interesting. Why would I look at things that way? This fixation on the mechanics of things is what makes a great builder of things, which I certainly aspire to be. I want to build great relationships, music, videos, animations, whatever. I don’t want to be guarded anymore, how I am. I want to just put myself out there. 
And that brings us back to the beginning, somehow. I’m so used to being so hard on myself. So hard on everything around me. There’s this feeling, and it feels like pinching my brain. I am working really hard just to be good enough. For who? For what? Good questions, for sure. I don’t know. I do know that I have the urge to throw this blog away again. I just want to start fresh. I don’t want this stupid shit plaguing my memory. I don’t want to have this shitty blog where I just puked my thoughts out and made little puke piles that were shaped OK enough for me to feel smart. I want to have a cool blog. A smart person blog. Maybe I can talk a little about what I want. Maybe this is too negative. There’s some relation between this head-pinching feeling, this inward-spiraling of writing, and this hyperanalyticality. Man, seeing Phoebe Bridgers on Instagram and Twitter makes me dislike myself. I feel like I’m not cool enough to hang out with her. God. I wanna be cool.
I’m remembering writing in a journal when I was 17. I felt so similarly. I remember I was writing about feeling jealous of my brothers, and how it felt like everything came easily to them, and they always got better treatment, and yadda yadda yadda, and I was just full spiraling into a non-spiral-bound notebook. Comp book. If it were spiral bound, it’d maybe make a kinda beautiful song lyric. Maybe it’s better that it wasn’t. I got bitter. I’m just realizing I got bitter. I think I’ve known, but damn! I was really the not-bitter guy and it was awesome. I wonder why. Anyway. We’ll come back around to it. Maybe.
I was writing about my brothers, and I wrote out “I JUST WANT TO BE BEAUTIFUL.” At the time it felt so bad! I felt like it was the craziest thing I ever did. Writing that. Isn’t that funny? I felt like i was being a huge weirdo, and it’s because I had oppressed myself into semi-normalcy (which is also just regular socialization I guess?) and wasn’t thinking about my feelings at all. Now I’m 23 going on 24, and guess what? The feelings are still there. Basically all the same ones. The difference is that I have the tools to deal with them now. It’s cool to relate to yourself. Damn. That is a hilarious thing to say that I didn’t think I would find funny or novel. It feels good to relate to one’s self. It feels like my dragon to slay. 
This relates back to the main point. Brain pinch. Getting out of this stupid brain-words mode. words-brain. Whatever. Left brain. Heady stuff. The dragon to slay here is this overwhelming issue of me being weird. I think that’s the fundamental question. It’s ok. I’ll say it. I’m weird. I don’t think it’s a bad thing. I think some people genuinely reach that self-aware age, look in a mirror, and go, “score. I’m normal.” Some people just think the right thoughts. I’ve definitely played on both teams in the weird vs. normal wars. I tend to side with normies, because, let’s face it, those other guys aren’t always the people you wanna get down with. The oppressive monolith of normalcy that presses ever forward, bullying that which gets in its way, is pretty reliable. A fear of being weird is healthy, I think. Being too weird is bad. Lol. I’m so far off point. I’m really distracted, worried, bored, and somehow procrastinating all at once. I thought life would be different. That’s part of it. I thought by now I’d know what I wanted to do. I thought I’d have more mature relationships with the people in my family. I thought I’d have more friends, not less. I thought that I’d finally be one of those people you see at the airport and think, “that person looks cool. Instead, I feel like I have less of an idea of what I want to do with my life than ever. I also feel like the kind of person I would avoid. I feel like my relationships with my family members have gotten to a better place, but I’m worried that it only got here because of pity they have for me. I thought I would have an army of cool friends rn, but I don’t. I thought I’d have money, but I don’t. I thought I’d have my shit together, and look at me now, I most certainly do not. 
I may not be writing something good right now. I don’t think that’s what this blog is about. I think it’s about me shitting my brain out, but with words. It’s important for me to take big brain shits! I have to take brain shits! Or else I have a bunch of shit in my brain! Is that what an artist is? I don’t think so. I think artists, like, care about art.
Well that’s a relief. So these posts don’t have to be good. They SHOULD be shitty. They are literally shit. I’m gonna have a beer.
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but the problem is that they're ALL connected. There's no ONE starting point to narrow in on and build a case from the ground up. NXIUM is connected to Fiji water which is connected to the Bromfmans which are connected to the DNC which is connected to Libya and Syria which is connected to CEMEX which is connected to the Trilateral Commission and CERN, which is of course connected to the US Government and its private sector investors like First Principles Inc which financed NXIVM and so on and so forth. Then other MKULTRA shit like Tavistock, Manson, Hubbard popped up and they had a relationship with Jet Propulsion Laboratories which was connected to Steve Paddock and then my bells really started ringing.  My thesis is that the totality of their connections IS the one thing that is worth narrowing in on. Once the broad relationships are established then it will be much easier to explain the smaller details of who does what and where they fit in the hierarchy. Before we found Comet Ping Pong we needed the Wikileaks to break pizzagate, and once the connections were in place regarding David Brock, John Podesta and James Alefantis, Comet Ping Pong was an inevitable discovery. I will, one day. It's just truthfully too much to do at once, and people will ignore the information overload. And inevitably I'll get a couple minor details wrong, I'm already finding out so much today that I didn't know before, I'm by no means an expert. But I think the other thread does a good job of connecting them but you have to do the work yourself to see it. I get that normies won't, so that's why I'm trying to build to that point but I don't know if we're there yet.  For example, I had no idea Manson's lawyer had any affiliation with Tavistock or any of this shit. I just briefly mentioned Manson because I was talking about the occult methods of mind control and I knew he was connected to Jack Parsons. That triggered another anon to dump a bunch of information on Manson's background that I never knew about. And that process has repeated itself over and over through the past two threads so I have faith that the connections will become more and more apparent the more we dig into it
mkultra programs never ended
now they have super ultra advanced tech which can literally fuck up our brains
Finally some people who will appreciate this information. Check out this patent that was filed by Keith Rainere
http://bit.ly/2FtCMxQ
http://bit.ly/2ZJkdgU
>Determination of whether a luciferian can be rehabilitated
This goes so much deeper than sex. Do you really think the satanic elites need a cult to acquire underage sex slaves? Absolutely not, they can get whatever they desire on demand. They don't need Keith or his cult for sex slaves. What they need from Keith is the information from his Mind Control experiments. 
Due to the restrictions placed on the State after the Freedom of Information act, secret government programs like MK Ultra and Monarch Programming had to be transferred to the private sector where citizens can't legally sue for declassified information. I believe that NXIVM is sponsored by the CIA's private sector affiliates and is a front for running experiments on using sex to brainwash people and turn them into compliant citizens. This would help explain any connection between Rainere, Alefantis, Podesta and the Clintons. NXIVM is a government mind control program, not just a simple sex cult. Keith Rainere is a Crowley-like magician who uses physical and mental stimuli to reprogram people according to his desires. This manifests right now as "Have sex with Keith" but it could easily spiral into "Kill this person for me" the way Manson did (who was also a chaos magician likely affiliated with the government and L Ron Hubbard and Jack Parsons, but that's a different story).
Thomas Petersen Co-Founder at First Principle worked on a project called Ghostnote: "Already one of the most talked about productivity apps. Featured on ProductHunt. Ghostnote adds contextual notes to almost anything on your mac. Add notes & todos to folders, applications, open documents, even websites. Think about it as post-it-notes for your OS."
Website: http://bit.ly/1F4PIk1 (visually very similar to First principle LLC website)
I am not really tech litterate but I wonder if it could have been used as a backdoor/spy app.
wo concurrent conversations, I know, but here's another doozy. David Attenborough and Cemex own a nature reserve together. Are you telling me that one of the world's worst polluters and the Bono of nature shows have a private patch of land where the elite can party away from the prying eye of plebs? Not bad for a Mexican cement company.
https://thedevilman666.blogspot.com/https://www.facebook.com/groups/qanonreports https://twitter.com/CIACLOWN1 https://www.bitchute.com/channel/ciaclown16661 It doesn't matter what you call it, manipulation of mental realities through language, glyphs and rituals is a real science that is being employed to make us feel powerless, anxious, and dependent on the stimuli that the elite feed us to control our personalities.  Chaos Magic has a uniquely Crowleyan focus on ritual, but it's based on the same Hermetic principles of the Mind that Gnostics and alchemists study. The author of the Secret describes it as "Mental Alchemy". Magic is the manipulation of perceived reality through your Will. Hermeticists believe that the All is Mental in nature, so if you can change a person's mind then you can change their physical reality as well. It's more complicated then that, but you know the basics. Funny enough, The All is Mental is the FIRST PRINCIPLE of the Hermetic Kyballion. It's neither a good or bad thing, no more than "technology" can be considered an evil thing. The principles exist and can be manipulated. Meme magic is right hand path white magic, that seeks to use these principles defensively in order to protect our fragile sense of personhood from psychic warfare. The elites, gnostics, Masons, Jews, satanists, whatever you want to call them, want to use these principles to apply left hand path BLACK MAGIC to control OTHER people. Right = Defensive, Left = Offensive. The government has cozied up with occultists in the past, but they've demystified the process by applying the scientific method. What we are now witnessing is black magic on the grandest scale ever seen - Collective Mass Hypnosis thanks to the likes of Rainere and the other DOD experiments Rainere connects to.  There's also ritual sacrifice, Goetia, and Theurgy but I wouldn't describe that as much as magic as I would Summoning. If you play D&D, it's the difference between a Wizard and a Warlock.  Speaking of the Secret, it was first popularized by Oprah who we now know was in deep with John of God
rst Principle LLC is located at: 1012 Pennsylvania Avenue Southeast Washington, DC 20003 United States https://www.bloomberg.com/profile/company/0854192D:US When you type this address in a serach engine you end up with AMC Hawk & Associates ,Business Management Advisor in Washington. The weird thing is it seems they dissapear suddenly 3 years ago from a review (pic related) >Magic is the manipulation of perceived reality through your Will Yeah, that's not magic. That's Crowley. The whole will thing he stole from Nietzsche. Nietzsche said the will to mach...later translated after WW2 as "will to power". But German "Mach" is where we get our word machine, to craft. Nietzsche was saying all things that exist have a will to self creation or self preservation as forms, atoms, stars, life, planets... so on. NOW FOLLOW CLOSELY: The ORIGINAL meaning for "magic", it's etymology, was "craft". It came out of the pre-Persian medes culture. They were light worshipers who use to burn sorcerers alive. Zarathustra created Zoroastrianism and said all the gods were fake or more like angels/demons and there is only one god, the Lord of Wisdom (Ahura Mazda) and his symbol is light/fire. But real magic is creative works or craft. This can include: >art >masonry >metallurgy >science/tech of any kind >music >creating religions >story telling  And so on... In ancient times someone who could pull metal out of the ground and make a sword was seen as doing the work of the gods, "magical" and as it became more widespread if became 'common' or not "high magic". So "black magic" = deception, illusion, cult indoctrination... in modern times it's know as black propaganda. Christianity is black magic.  And "white magic" = creativity, technology, arts and crafts, building society, philosophy. In fact philosophy came out of a rejection of the corrupted Zoroastrian magi priesthood of the Greek's enemy Persia. 
 Nobody saw this video the last two threads, but you guys need to see it. If you do really care about this thread, then don't scroll past this video. Back it up and keep it some where. Somebody posted the interior image of this building before but it was empty. Now we see it with scantily clad children retrieving water (?) from separate sinks and pouring it onto the flat circle in the center. I know this video had big significance, but I don't know to what yet since I never saved the image of this room when I saw it, and I should have.
"Will power symbolism" is straight up gnostic escapism bullshit that came out of Christian mysticism (aka Alexandria Egypt and the gay christian-judeans who were fighting with the NeoPlatonists elite because they feared Christianity, so some Christians created an alternative to D&C the elite culture of Alexandria and the philosophy schools). Paul writes to them in 1stCorenthians because they're practicing orgies, incest, and money scams. Pizzagate 101 http://bit.ly/2ZCTTou #Spiritcooking http://bit.ly/2FtKHv7 Newfag rundown on the players http://bit.ly/2ZBT5Am It all started with Hawaii bro and secret pedo media distribution bunker http://bit.ly/2FqV8Q0 Comet ping pong connection http://bit.ly/2ZD308A Comet ping pong was hacked during the election and Anons found this download portal but couldn't get further http://bit.ly/2Fu3KoV On a separate page Anons found pizza menu items in detail http://bit.ly/2ZGh6WX And these pictures. They've essentially been completely blacked out. NSFL http://bit.ly/2FtCKGe Comet ping pong false flag shooter http://bit.ly/2ZD2VBO http://bit.ly/2FwWits #Elsagate rundown http://bit.ly/2ZLt1CH The CIA has been running child trafficking rings since the beginning. Definitely NSFL  http://bit.ly/2FqD9Jl They've been threatened before and they killed a sitting senator and her husband http://bit.ly/2ZLt2qf It's all about the adrenochrome http://bit.ly/2FtJOCO Justin Beiber snaps because he was pimped out http://bit.ly/2ZLt3dN Child actress Heather Orourkes, 5, raped to death by Hollywood executives. http://bit.ly/2FqV7vq Sex trafficking of children on YouTube http://bit.ly/2ZD2XJW More #pizzagate http://bit.ly/2Fs8Gus http://bit.ly/2ZLt4OT http://bit.ly/2FtCKWK http://bit.ly/2ZEV7jd http://bit.ly/2FuNeVK Tony Podesta smocking Trump tweet http://bit.ly/2ZEV7zJ Anderson Cooper slips up, #pizzagate http://bit.ly/2FsxDpO Israel children farming http://bit.ly/2ZD2YO0 Allister Crowley and human sacrifice http://bit.ly/2Fur2Lp
Raniere is tied in with the DoD through various people and businesses. To understand it better, take a look into his schooling. He's 'private sector', of course it's a step further. Look at all of the patents he holds. I only linked the ones I thought to be most interesting, some patents were repeats of patents he already had which I thought was odd.
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Sensor Sweep: REH Guide, Realism, Short Stories, Street & Smith Pulp Sales, Star Wars
Books (Skelos Press): Presenting the English translation of the award-winning book that introduced a new generation of French fans to the father of sword and sorcery. The Robert E. Howard Guide was born out of years of scholarship, but took its final form after answering the same questions from fans over and over again. In many ways, Howard remains a “famous unknown writer, “the man who single handedly defined modern fantasy, but whose life and works are still known mostly filtered through adaptations, pastiches and gross approximations. Because of those specificities, he is more often than not known for what and who he wasn’t, for sentences he never wrote, or for characters who bear little resemblance—if any—to his original creations. This, in turn, explains how and why this book was conceived.
  Popular Culture (Jeffro Johnson): You can see the cultural programming for this present disaster hit hard just by looking at the movies of the sixties and seventies. Marathon Man (1976) features a “nice guy” protagonist. Dustin Hoffman plays a nebbish that blunders into a bit of a thriller. “Realism” in this case means that he is such a loser that the only woman willing to take up with him is one which is willing to do so under the orders of a mysterious figure from the underworld. (Note how this character type would undergo some modifications in the eighties: loser protagonists in both Gremlins and The Karate Kid fall into completely arbitrary female favor without establishing any of the sort of qualities that could motivate it while characters that could command that sort of attention are painted in the worst light possible.
Gaming (Gaming Ballistic): Today I pushed the “Blast Emails” button on the PDF for Dragon Heresy. It’s got the cover, hyperlinks and bookmarks, and I hope is as error-free as it could be. Backers should find the notification in their email box.
I will be spooling out a gigantic file for upload to the printer today or tomorrow (the office in Hong Kong is closed tomorrow, so doing it early doesn’t make much sense). It’s been a long journey to this point, but within a day the process of making the physical books will begin. I’ll stage the PDF for release on my site and Drive ThruRPG in a week or so; I need a breather first. On the other hand: PDF promised end of July. Delivered 6wks early. Booyah. Now I start cranking HARD on Hall of Judgment.
  Publishing (Red Pill Religion): Science Fiction is a wasteland of Politically Correct, croney-laden publishers. Most self-publishing solutions generation nothing. How do you sell books in the early 21st Century? Join professional writers Brian Neiemeier, Declan Finn, Russell Newquist, Nick Col, and John C. Wright as we discuss navigating Science Fiction and Fantasy publishing in 2018!
  Comic Books (Brian Niemeier): Yesterday I mentioned comic artist Ethan Van Sciver’s account of his amicable separation from DC Comics. Ethan’s a decent guy–the kind of normie entrepreneur, husband, and father one could once be in America before peak SJW convergence. It’s good to know he isn’t fretting over where his next meal is coming from since his independent Cyberfrog comic just raised over $200,000.
I take comfort in knowing that creators like EVS are out there, humbly making new culture to replace what the Morlocks befouled. I experience an altogether different emotion when I hear of the diabolical persecution SJWs subject honest family men like Ethan to.
  Gaming (Walker’s Retreat): I’m seeing the institutional incompetence too common in tabletop RPGs is now present in videogames.
The tell? The production of things that call themselves games, but are not.
A game has a few defining characteristics:
A defined scenario, putting out what the playable space is and what constraints bind it.
A defined objective- a win condition.
Limited resources–including time–to achieve it.
Systems for interaction between player(s) and the situation as it develops.
Defined loss conditions.
No reliance on narrative or other non-gaming practices to produce a satisfactory experience as well as to avoid detracting from same, because the point is to challenge the player, to see if he can face adversity, and then to see if he can adapt and overcome to achieve the objective.
  Writing (Wasteland and Sky): From a chart passed around by author Jon Del Arroz comes this list showing the sales of different SF subgenres. To no one’s surprise, the ones focused on action and adventure are at the top of the chart. In addition to some weird listings (“Alternate History” and “Alternative History” are two different categories) this isn’t all that surprising to anyone who pays attention to what mainstream people like. I’m sure if you’ve read this blog or similar ones you know all of this.
The worst part of this chart is how low short stories are. Despite being cut up into three categories (again, for some reason) short stories are at the rock bottom of the list and have been for a very long time. Think about it.
  Publishing (Pulprev): We’ve got to create the culture that we want to enjoy, and that means backing those willing to put themselves out there. While that does mean spreading the word, ultimately it comes down to putting either your money or your skin where your mouth is. I understand if you’re having to pinch your pennies, but if you can’t put your money down then you can find a way to contribute otherwise; I can write, so I’m putting skin down instead and throwing my hat into the ring. Below is an excerpt of what I put out on my writing blog last Friday.
  Pulp Magazines (Pulp Archivist): I recently came across a ThePulp.net article covering the 1949 death of the pulps, where Street & Smith axed all their pulps except for Astounding. It parroted the popular wisdom of the time, where changing tastes among the audience doomed the medium. However, what caught my eye was the sales figures included.
  Gaming (RPG Pundit): So, I have an earlier blog entry where I’ve told my readers that they can post questions and/or requests for rant topics from me. I will periodically respond to any of these I think I can do a good job at answering. So if you have something you want to ask me, or ask me to write about, go to that entry and put your question/request in the comments!
Today, we have a question from Omer G. Joel: “I’d like to read your opinion about “new school” D&D, that is 3.5E/4E, as I got the impression (am I right?) that you are closer to the Old School in your tastes and views.”
  Cinema (Reactionary Times): Kathleen Kennedy hasn’t just destroyed careers and childhood dreams during the parade of incompetence that was her tenure as head of Lucasfilm. Theaters got hurt.  Disney investors got hurt.  Disney as a whole has taken a punch to the head. From Ace: First: Disney’s publicity machine got a new recruit in its war on (former) Star Wars fans: Steven Colbert decided to attack them as racist, sexist manbabies.
Everything to protect his Khalisi Kathleen Kennedy.
  T.V. (Emperor Ponders): *Kyphosis, actually, but that doesn’t sound that funny.
I saw this image yesterday, and I chuckled immediately. It was a reflexive laughter, and it took me awhile to understand what exactly had triggered my reaction. s I said, I laughed when I saw this, even before I had consciously processed what I had seen. A few minutes of heavy thunkin’ later, I realized what was wrong: they look ridiculous while trying to look cool, which is the worst kind of ridiculousness that exists.
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