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scenteddelusion5 · 2 months

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Hello there! I do hope you are doing well! I was wondering if I could request a Hazbin Hotel imagine with Alastor x reader? Maybe the reader works at the Hotel and has for some time but is missing her life back with the living, so she heads to the kitchen to make some comfort food. Reader is from the South like Louisiana or Mississippi and makes Jambalaya. As she is cooking and dancing around the kitchen, Alastor is drawn in by the familiar smells and sit down and lots of fluff ensues? Maybe they get together at the end? Thank you so much and have a wonderful day/night! :)

One O'Clock Dinner

Alastor x homesick fem reader

Note: I decided to just have Y/n be from New Orleans as I'm not too familiar with United States' topography. Not my greatest work but still enjoyable!

Word count: 2174

Alastor definitely wasn't your ordinary demon. He was a ruthless overlord that concurred hell when he just arrived. His terrifying broadcasts were planted in almost everyone's memory, well except those that died when he had mysteriously disappeared. One of them was a certain demon from Louisiana.

Y/n had lived in New Orleans since she was a baby and never knew a different home until the day she died and was cast down to hell. She knew she wasn't the best person during her life but she wouldn't really consider herself so bad to be cast down to hell for eternity, a decade in purgatory maybe. Alas purgatory did not exist, so she was stuck there.

Until half a year after she arrived, she saw a news broadcast of Charlie Morningstar and her redemption program. Everyone had laughed at the princess but Y/n saw this as her chance. She made her way over and signed into the Happy Hotel.

Th Radio Demon knocked on the door only a few minutes after she had checked in.

"Alastor, darling, pleasure to be meeting you! Quite the pleasure!"

Y/n had heard whispers about him but nothing that went into detail, so she eavesdropping on Vaggie telling the story to Angel. The man seemed very dangerous. Maybe coming here wasn't such a good idea after all.

"So we're is your hotel staff?"

Charlie had agreed to take Alastor's help and now he was going around the room seeing what everyone could do.

"What about you, dear?" He had seemingly teleported right in front of Y/n, startling her.

"I-" She stumbled over her words as the Radio Demon's big red eyes were right staring at her. "-I can cook, I guess."

"Wonderful! As for the rest, I suppose I can cash in a few favours." He proceeded to summon a cat, bat like demon who became the bartender and front desk personnel, and a small cyclops demon who would take care of all the cleaning.

As much as she started to enjoy being around these people, Y/n quickly became tired as she had never been able to rest easily after landing in hell.

Before she could leave, however, the wall was blown up. A zappelin floated high on the sky. The demon inside it challenged Alastor but was easily defeated by the overlord.

She stared at the left over rubble. "I'm going to bed." Y/n swiftly left and made her way upstairs to her room.

A week went by and everywhere she went, Y/n felled someone staring at her in the shadows. She wasn't sure who nor why they were interested in her. It was making her squeezy, so much so that every time someone tried to talk to her, she jumped.

"Sorry Angel, didn't see you there!"

"Nifty! Where did you come from?"

"Oh! Husk, right just Husk."

The worst time it happened she was walking up the stairs, looking over her shoulder to search for whomever was following her. Y/n walked right into someone and almost fell from the stairs. Luckily that person caught her.

"You ought to look where you're going darling!" The Radio Demon helped her up the rest of the staircase. "Can't have our staff get hurt, you would be difficult to replace!"

"I'm sure there are other demons in hell who can cook. Besides didn’t you cook the other day?" She asked.

"Well yes, but they wouldn't be half as interesting as you!" Alastor smiled.

When Alastor had first arrived he saw her sitting there. The demon didn't seem to recognize him, sitting in her own little world. He had to admit that the girl was attractive but that wasn't what irked him, no, there was something about her.

From that day on he started observing Y/n, trying to figure out what was so special about her. He had found out she just died half a year ago. He learned about her skills and hobby's, he also had to admit that her cooking was amazing. Maybe even better than his, maybe.

The only reason the Radio Demon had kept his cooking in higher regard was because hadn't tasted any of her southern Louisianan dishes.

Alastor was watching her form the other side of the room. Y/n looked around while walking up the stairs, when she slipped. He quickly moved through the shadows and caught the girl. Her wide eyes were looking up at him. The Radio Demon couldn't get enough of them. How he wished to steal those eyes... He swiftly said his goodbye and disappeared into his room.

Why did he do that? There was no reason to intervene, but he did like the feeling of holding them... Alastor started to scold himself. Perhaps he is just hungry? He hadn't eaten demon for quite some time.

That night he went out and hunted down his victim. The first floor was empty, everyone was asleep. Alastor brought his bag of 'groceries' to the kitchen. He grabbed the left-overs of that night's dinner and mixed in the fresh meat. The mixture of his favourite food and Y/n's cooking was heavenly.

Even when his hunger was satiated, Alastor couldn't stop thinking about her. Something was definitely wrong with him. He kept think about her, her stupid smile and her jokes. The Radio Demon hadn't actually held many conversations with the girl but he had stalked observed her enough to know what kind of person she is.

Alastor knew her and yet, he craved for more. To not only be around her but to make her smile, genuinely smile, and to understand her.

Another two weeks went by and the horrible feeling of being watched only got worse. Now the spectator was even following Y/n into her room. She became more and more reserved, didn't even introduce herself when sir Pentious joined the hotel. Y/n started crying herself to sleep at night, she wished she was still alive with her family. She missed them.

Unconsciously she made her way to the kitchen and rummaged through the fridge. She was craving the food from her home and by chance she had just the right ingredients. Y/n put on her apron.

The Radio Demon was pacing around the room. Y/n hadn't been her usual charming self for the past week. She was quiet and always looking around. It made his gut wrench, what could she be so hung up about that she was crying herself to sleep?

Alastor's curiosity had grown to an obsession and he knew it. He didn't just want her to be happy, he needed her to be happy. When she wasn't, he was restless.

As the Radio Demon was weighing his options, a familiar scent attacked his nostrils. It gave him a moment of peace. He made his way down the stairs, following the smell like he was in a trance.

Someone was singing in the kitchen. He opened the door to find Y/n cooking and swaying to her own tune. For the first time in two weeks, Y/n had a smile on her face.

"And what are you cooking up at one in the morning?" Alastor looked over her shoulder. "You should be getting your beaty sleep, darling."

"I was just really craving it," Y/n explained after she got over the scare of him standing there all of a sudden. "I wasn't able to sleep."

"What are you making?"

"Just some Jambalaya." She lifted up the lid to show him. "I'm also preparing beignet's."

Alastor looked at the dough, which were waiting for the oil to heat up. "Louisianan?"

"Yeah, I'm from New Orleans." She lifted up one of the beignets and dropped it in the pan. "Learned from the best chefs in the city." The dough slowly turned a darker brown.

"That's such a coincidence! I grew up in Orleans too!" He took another whiff of the Jambalaya. "Mind if I join you?"

"If you set the table."

"It's a deal, my dear!" Alastor joked, even getting a chuckle out of the girl. The sound shot straight to his heart. Oh, how he wished his microphone had recorded it.

When the Jambalaya and the beignets were ready, the two sat down and ate VERY late dinner, or rather early breakfast. It was a surprisingly domestic scene. The two went along well.

"Yeah, I grew up in the big city too. Back then it looked a lot different though. It was overrun by secret speakeasies those were the days." He mused over the past.

"I wouldn't be able to imagine for those being illegal! Hey, what did you do to get send to hell?" Y/n so daringly asked. "I heard you were pretty powerful ever since you first got here."

"Oh well," Alastor blushed like a high school girl telling someone about their embarrassing crush, "I was a serial killer. Ate up my victims and threw their leftovers in the bayou."

Y/n spat out her drink. "Wait!" She screamed while coughing. "You are THAT Alastor. They teach about you in history classes!"

"Do they now? I suppose I was quite the man."

"I wouldn't say that," Y/n mumbled, "But it is impressive how you climbed up the ranks here in hell. I almost feel safe sitting around you." She looked at Alastor's widening smile again. "Almost."

"Why wouldn't you feel safe my dear?" Alastor questioned. "The Hazbin Hotel had both me and the princess of hell protecting it."

"I might sound... Crazy, but I feel like someone has been watching me." She looked down, even though she didn't feel the eyes on her right now. "I haven't been doing too well because of it."

The reason she hadn't been her usual self was because he was freaking her out. It all clicked now for the Radio Demon.

"Well then I have to apologise." Alastor used his shadows to move right behind her, putting his hand on her shoulder. "You see, I have been keeping an eye on you. It was not my intention to make you feel uncomfortable."

"You have been stalking me?"

"No, no my dear. Just... Observing," the Alastor corrected her.

"Tomato tomato." Y/n looked up into his terrifying, red eyes. "And why has the infamous Radio Demon been stalking me?"

"Observing!"

"Just answer the question."

"..." He sighed, "I'm not too sure either. The only way I could describe it is you interest me."

"Well, next time you can just knock on my door. I prefer not to be watched during my cry sessions."

"Oh, but I loved hearing you sing when you thought no one was there."

The two started laughing, treating the stalkerish behaviours of Alastor as a joke.

"No but really, stop. It's creepy!"

"If the lady demands it."

The night went on long after the dinner was over. In a moment of confidence, Y/n implied that she was interested in seeing his radio tower and Alastor happily brought her there. She shuttered walking up the stairs into the little booth.

"Take a seat." Alastor pulled back the chair and when she sat down, scooted it up to the desk.

He started to explain what all the buttons and switches where for and how the antenna's send out radio waves or whatever. Y/n was only listening to half of it. The other half of her attention on Alastor's face. She had never realised how handsome the deer demon truly was. And his voice was incredibly soothing, at least for those who weren't scared of him.

His big eyes were beautiful and his wide smile was incredibly charming. Y/n's eyes drifted up to his head. His ears looked soft and fluffy, she wondered if she would ever get the chance to touch them. The antlers sticking out of his hair gave him a more manly appearance, contrasting the cute ears.

Y/n started leaning into him, getting incredibly close to his face.

"And these make sure tha-" Alastor immediately stopped talking when he turned his head and realised how close the two really were.

His nose was touching hers and he could feel her breath. Alastor's heart started pounding harder and harder, a slightly red blush decorated his face matching his attire and his eyes stared right into hers. He could only think about how beautiful she was.

Unconsciously he moved closer and closer and so did she. Until their lips touched. Y/n took this chance to deepen the kiss.

It lasted only a minute but to the two of them it felt like forever. They wished to keep going, however, they were unable to keep in their breath for that long.

As they pulled apart from one another, the realisation dawned on them. It was quiet.

They went back to their own room, neither of them dared to say a word. Perhaps it was just a fluke or perhaps this would grow out into more. Whatever Y/n was going to do about it could wait for tomorrow, it was 3 am after all and she was tired.

For the first time in weeks, Y/n fell asleep with a smile.

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ramons-elevator · 6 months

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I just wanna take the time to list the fucking bugs on the QSMP because they range from mildly inconvenient to this has changed history forever and they are the weirdest fucking bugs

Broken hearts: this is the bug of when people log in, it shows half of their hearts just being blacked out and it take someone smacking you to get them back. Its very funny when an egg or someone randomly goes "hey hit me". Honorary mention is when someone gets withered and the withered hearts stay. Very angsty I love.

Broken voice: this is many things, but mainly when someone has to deafen and undeafen when someone relogs. It was a big problem in early days because people didnt know and it was annoying, but now its just common knowledge.

Sweeping edge: Me and my homies hate this bug. Basically it was a line of code in one of the mods that got bugged and instead of sweeping edge dealing 0.5 of the damage of a hit, it would deal 5 time more. For example, when Etoiles and Bad were testing it out, Pomme hit Bad with a weapon and it killed Etoiles who was next to Bad. This is more than likely the cause of deaths for Tilin and Juanaflippa. Im glad it got fixed, but it still installs fear into OG islanders to this day.

Dorime bug: The funniest and stupidest bug of all. Dorime randomly playing out of nowhere and the only way to get it to stop is to turn musicbox noises on and off. It happens enough that people usually have their musicbox noises turned off at all times

Sound bug: Sounds be loud. Even from hundreds of blocks away. This is elevator sounds, monster/demon sounds, camera sounds, etc. Its normal at this point, but it sometimes freaks people out and think admins are fucking with them.

Dapper's flying hammer bug: A recent bug, but when Dapper and someone fight and Dapper hits them with their hammer, they start flying indefinitely or until they relog. The first time this happened was fucking insane because it was Dapper and Ramon doing their usual fighting and then Ramon started flying away. Fit, Bad, and Dapper all had no idea what to do and were all freaking out/crying laughing.

Ramon's duping bug: A bug that's been fixed, but Ramon figured out that if you sling shot something in a certain way (I think it was in the Copacabana ocean?) it would dupe a whole stack of whatever was shot. This also lead to Ramon and Fit figuring out that if you sling shot a waystone, it fucking crashes the server. Which led to a day where everyone was using that so they can keep doing Lucky Ducks.

Death bug: This is when someone has the visual of "0.0/100.0 Time left 00:00:00" stuck on their screen. Usually leads to someone BEGGING someone to let them kill them. Pretty funny and dumb.

Eggs being tall: Aka eggs models not loading for people. It usually makes people try to roleplay their way out and being scared of tall eggs. I.E. "Tall Richas isnt real" or Cellbit screaming in horror in purgatory when the lil eye guy model wasnt loading and saying the castle is haunted.

Teleport bug: Not very common, but some times if someone is trying to use their warpstone, they particles start to fly around them and they dont stop until the person lets go of the warpstone. This can make a wall of purple particles around someone.

Egg names: This is a very early "bug". In the beginning, in order for the parents to name their egg, they had to right click their eggs and name them. This made people accidentally name their eggs stuff like "eee" or "Wwww". Also other parents naming other eggs other names (Mariana named Leo "shit" and Foolish named Juana "Marianaisabitchjr"). On the first day, for some reason, everyone was named "TILIN" for like 5 minutes. This 'bug' also got the iconic clip of Phil right clicking on the OG code and he got a chance to name it and it freaked him out.

Im pretty sure there's a lot more, but I love how insanely modded server has the weirdest bugs known to man. Feel free to add any you remember.

#qsmp #qsmp eggs

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devildom-moss · 1 year

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Hi! I was wondering if I could request gnMc sneaking Mephistopheles and/or Solomon into the house of lamentation to hang out and spend the night in their room (sfw or nsfw) Thank you so much!

Ive been really loving your writing!

Thank you! I hope you will love this one as well. I considered doing SFW, but NSFW brain won that battle.

Sneaking Solomon and Mephistopheles in for the night

(Solomon x gn!MC) (Mephistopheles x gn!MC)

(NSFW)

Solomon

“Howdy,” Solomon greeted you from your bed with a cheeky wave as you walked in.

“Shh, they’ll hear you,” you hushed him and quickly locked the door. You told him to teleport into your room while everyone was having dinner, you just didn’t expect to find him sprawled out in your bed when you returned. He didn’t have to be so loud about saying hello to you. He didn’t have to be half-dressed either. “Are you naked under that robe?”

“Want to come and find out?” Solomon stretched a hand out to you, motioning you to join him in bed.

“The night’s still young; ask again later. Looks like something Asmo would buy,” you commented, walking into your bathroom to brush your teeth.

“How’d you guess?” Solomon laughed, “he actually bought this for me a few months ago. It’s a bit too sexy to wear around Purgatory Hall, though. I might even seduce Simeon looking like this. Asmo wanted me to model it for him, too.”

“Did you?” you asked, toothbrush still in your mouth.

“What do you think?” Solomon was so coy sometimes. He waited for your answer while you continued to brush your teeth, the door opened between you. This kind of familiarity was part of why you invited Solomon to spend the night.

You had to sneak him by the brothers. There would be no peace or alone time if they knew Solomon was in your room. Luckily, Solomon’s magic was strong enough to disguise his presence. He even gave you a magic charm to hang up near your door a week in advance to help detract from his sudden appearance. That’s also why you had him teleport during dinner: the expected day-to-day commotion at that time would be relatively high. It’d be easier to sneak him in the more distracted the brothers were. You lucked out that Leviathan and Satan were bickering over the anime adaptation of a book in the background of Lucifer lecturing everyone else about their recent test scores – except for Belphegor, whose only problem was that the only time he was awake for that class was to take the test. All of that had made it possible for Solomon to be there with you now.

You spit into the sink and washed your mouth out before getting back to Solomon. He was still lounging in your bed, laying on his stomach and leisurely swinging one leg. The lacy trim of the robe was slowly rising up the back of Solomon’s thighs, and from this distance, you could tell that the fabric was almost sheer. Not one to pass up an opportunity, you squeezed the back of his thigh – snaking your fingers beneath the hem of his robe. “I think you should have kept this pretty little number for my eyes only, but you showed him anyway because it’s Asmo.”

“O-oh?” Solomon stuttered, his confidence shattered with a tiny touch. He composed himself with a chuckle and rolled over so he could look at you. “Two for two. Want to make another guess and try for three?”

“I think,” you hummed and crawled over him in bed, “I was already right three times.”

“What?”

“Asmo got you the robe. You tried it on for him, and,” your fingers ran up his thighs until you hit his hip, “you’re not wearing anything under this. That’s three.”

Solomon gulped, his face flushed pink. “I thought you wanted to wait for later.”

“It is later.” Any plans of just relaxing in bed with Solomon had gone out the window when he showed up looking like that. He’s always been so pretty – he didn’t need to exacerbate your desire for him. You could hang out alone anywhere given the right opportunity. You could be homebodies snuggling in bed another time – and it would probably be easier at Purgatory Hall. You wouldn’t have Solomon in your bed again for a while, and you were both restraining a desire so starved that it shouldn’t have had so much strength. So, naturally, you wanted to unravel Solomon right then and there.

There was something about the domestic feeling of knowing that he can fall asleep with you and wake up in your bed that softened the edges around Solomon. He couldn’t joke and tease like he usually would when he was so overwhelmed by the fact that he was in your bed. He’d never felt more like your lover in that moment. Any touch you offered him, he’d take and savor so greedily that he’d give Mammon a run for his money. You could do anything you wanted to him.

It was hard for Solomon to choose between trying to commit every darkened corner of your room to memory – how the noises you were both making resonated against every wall – and focusing on your precious face as you fucked him and caressed his body. He let out such a sweet, restrained moan. He was trying so hard to be quiet; if he bit his lip just slightly harder, he’d break the skin and start to bleed – and he’d still be begging you, “MC, kiss me. Shut me up, please?”

You had to oblige him – not least because he sounded so desperate. His eyes appeared a soft, cloudy grey that darkened as his eyelids fluttered shut, as if you would make a stormy night out of him, all thunderous moans and glorious sparks. Even kissing wasn’t enough to quiet Solomon, and his hungry moans sent vibrations into your mouth.

Somehow, you managed to go a few rounds without anyone hearing before you were both sprawled out on the bed, entirely spent. In the smallest, quietest voice he had managed all night, Solomon asked, “should we go shower?”

“You want to?”

“I always wanted to have you wash my hair before I go to bed. I’d do the same for you,” Solomon admitted in a dreamy daze. He was too cute.

“Okay, let’s go do that.”

Solomon, having been prepared, had an alarm to wake him before any of the brothers would likely be up and about. Unfortunately, morning Solomon didn’t care, and he wanted to spend more time in your arms, which resulted in a hasty escape when Mammon came knocking at your door. He swore he felt magic from the other side of the door, and the room vaguely smelled of sex (but he would never bring that up), so the entire day consisted of Mammon trying to accuse you of sneaking someone into your room last night and wrap his brothers up in the hunt for the culprit with the only evidence he was willing to provide being him sensing magic on the other side of the door. No one was convinced.

Mephistopheles

He asked for this – even after you told him that you could easily come up with an excuse to spend the night with him at his place. No one would interrupt you there. He covered his eyes with his hand. The white glove seemed to bring out the faintest tint of pink in his face. Mephisto looked around the newspaper club room and out the windows to ensure you were truly alone.

“That’s part of the kink,” he mumbled.

“What?”

“I told you it was stupid and a bad idea,” Mephisto complained.

“No, it’s not. Just explain from the beginning, okay?” You took his hand to reassure him.

“Thanks.” Mephisto placed a kiss on your hand and continued, “so, when you asked me the other day if there was anything I wanted to try with you, I thought for a while. Well, I want to have sex with you in your bed at the House of Lamentation. It’s not just the sex – we could have sex anywhere. I could lock the door right now – hell, I could leave it unlocked and wide open – and fuck you right here in this room. But I want to fuck you in your own bed, right under Lucifer and his brother’s noses. I don’t know if it’s an exhibitionist kink or a possessive and jealous trait or some combination. I just thought about it and wanted it so much. We don’t have to.”

He sounded so hesitant and unsure of himself – which you honestly weren’t sure he was capable of. Mephisto was being vulnerable with you, and he was scared that you would resent him for it.

“Even if I refused your request, I’m not going to recoil with disgust at you. I know you’re a demon, and your desires don’t scare me.” You caressed his burning face with your free hand. “I’ll sneak you in tonight, if you want me to.”

Mephisto pulled you into his arms and kissed your face all over, occasionally chuckling at his success in this endeavor.

You used a classic to sneak him in. You declared that you were turning in early, and once everyone seemed preoccupied, quietly – and not-so-quietly – adjusted into their nights, you opened your window and Mephisto climbed through because demon windows don’t need screens or something. Fancy rich people windows maybe?. He didn’t make a show of entering your room, and even his clothes were barely considered before he arrived. Nothing mattered more to him than getting his hands on you.

Originally, Mephisto’s intention was to pleasure you until you were moaning his name loud enough to reach Lucifer’s ears. Just the thought of you cumming for him in your own bed, and how you could go to sleep every night for weeks and months after, thinking about everything he had done to you in that very place, filled him with pride. However, the second you pull a moan out of him, another idea took over his lust-clouded mind. He imagined one of the brothers walking by – especially Lucifer – and hearing him moan for you as if he was in heat and you were fucking him senseless. It hit him that he was in your bed, too, and that meant you had chosen him over everyone else – at least for the night.

Mephisto’s moaning got louder the closer he got to climaxing. Every sultry moan of your name and erotic gasp that parted his lips filled the room. He was so sexy as he combed his hair back with his fingers and panted. Whether it was because he wanted to keep going and make as much noise as possible or because he was more turned on than he had ever been or simply because he finally had all night with you, Mephisto kept you up early into the morning.

You only got two hours of rest before Lucifer reluctantly knocked at your door to dispose of the trash from the night before. No one really wanted to interrupt last night since it had already gone so far that Mephisto was practically yelling by the time they realized, but all of the brothers, most of all Lucifer, would be damned a second time around if they were going to let Mephisto snuggle with you all morning.

“Get out of the house, Mephisto.” Lucifer crossed his arms at your door.

Mephisto groaned and pulled you closer. “Good morning, MC. Hope your morning sucks, Lucifer.”

“Mephisto,” you cautioned him, still half-asleep.

“You’re here, so it does,” Lucifer groaned. “Get up, get dressed, get out. You have five minutes before you become a new chandelier in the living room. And MC, we’ll discuss this further later, but for now, I just need you to understand that I’m disappointed in your taste. Next time, sneak in at least a Solomon or higher.”

“You hate Solomon,” you mention.

“Yeah.” Lucifer turned and left the room, checking his watch. He yelled through the door, “four minutes and 28 seconds.”

#anon #requests #ask #solomon #mephistopheles #gn!mc #spice tier #obey me short fic #accidentally making Mammon seem crazy because you can't tell him you fucked Solomon is funny to me #obey me #obey me solomon #obey me mephistopheles #solomon x mc #mephistopheles x mc

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sparrowrye · 1 month

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Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, A2 part 30

Synopsis: It’s been over a year since we were brought under Alastor’s watchful eye. We’ve unlocked our Demonic powers, discovered our own talents, and began building the Safe Haven with Charlie and co. Alastor seems increasingly interested in the power we hold as one and intends to use it properly.

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I woke the next morning to an empty bed. Alastor's presence wasn't near but the bed still felt warm where he had been. He must've left in a hurry but for what? Normally I would've just went back to sleep and asked him about it later.

But something was off about this, something wasn't right.

I quickly jumped out of bed, falling harshly on my knees from my still lack of energy, and went to my room. I changed as quickly as I was able and went into the haven. The morning sun was coming over the treetops and the first few set of workers were already up and about. I made a beeline for Angel's hut where I know Husker should be. I felt his presence and pushed on it, at the same time knocking on the door. Fortunately, I didn't have to wait long as he came padding quickly to the door.

"What is--"

"Alastor's gone."

His tiredness faded. "What do you mean he's gone?"

"I mean he's gone. Our connection it's...it's like before. I don't really...feel it." I was struggling with ways to describe it.

"Where have you checked for him so far?" he asked next.

"Just the house and down here. I'm going to check with Rosie but maybe you can ask Charlie? I have a really bad feeling about this."

He let out a sigh and fixed the strap that had fallen off his shoulders. "Alright. I'll go over and ask. He's probably fine."

"Why does everyone keep discounting what I'm saying?" I half mumbled as I spun away. I melted with Alcine and ran up to the back of the house. I stood over the symbol and teleported myself into Hell, right outside Rosie's store.

Her store was closed but I did the exact same thing I did with Husker, impatiently waiting at the back door. When I explained everything to her, a look of worry finally came across someone's face.

For the next several days, I looked for him. His radio broadcast remained ever silent and our connection remained thin. It was impossible for me to reach him like I had before with Blackwater. He wasn't anywhere in Hell or on the surface. He was just...

Gone.

My panic over Alastor possibly being in the hands of any Angels was somewhat soothed by a conversation with Lucifer. He told me that Angels didn't have power to hold souls in purgatory - that was essentially his job in a way. He also revealed a conversation he had with Heaven. Well, with Adam.

Apparently, Heaven has been upset with how rampant Demons have been on the surface, a place where they naturally didn't belong. They've been arguing for years but nothing was ever done about it. Angel refused to let people know they existed because only their high father could control such events.

It didn't make sense to me.

Regardless, Alastor wasn't in danger with the Angels. That meant he must be somewhere else. Yet there were only two realms. So where was he?

Husker told me that it wasn't uncommon for Alastor to go missing every once in awhile. Apparently he did this right before he helped Charlie with her hotel. The only issue with him disappearing for some time was that he didn't tell me. Considering how we had been the night before he vanished, I had thought he would tell me he would do such a thing, or at least leave a note of some kind.

Perhaps I was wrong.

For the first year, I kept radios in every room tuned to his channel and a single one tuned to random channels. Maybe he would give me a sign through them. Maybe this was something he couldn't tell me for safety reasons. Surely he would want to give me a sign of some sort, a sign that told me I wasn't being abandoned. The only clarity I had of the situation was that he was alive since I was still alive.

The second year I turned some of the radios off and left one on for each floor. I still slept in his bed, wishing and dreaming that he would magically be there when I woke up the next day. Each morning was a disappointment. It was around this time that the hallucinations of him began.

By the third year, everyone had known that the great scary Radio Demon had disappeared. Our location had been leaked by one of Blackwater's men so Humankind and Demonkind alike came after our haven. While the remaining surface Overlords, or anyone wanting new territory up here, tried to attack and disband Blackwater's empire, I was focused on keeping the haven safe. At first it wasn't hard since it was relatively small groups that bit off more than they could chew, however, as time went on, people started bringing in huge groups and powerful Demons.

By the fourth year, I had truely pieced myself back together as a new woman and established myself as the guardian of the haven. I killed enemies, struck deals with new allies, and taught newcomers a thing or two about fighting. The hallucinations came to a near stop.

By the fifth year, the haven had expanded even more. Arleen, who was our lovely architecture and seamstress, was never seen resting. She had gorgeous red wings that mimicked a butterfly's and her personality was as sweet as nectar. She designed a new layout for the rest of the town—though, now it could really be considered a small city. We had multiple teachers, Vivian remaining as the head of them all, several healer apprentices for Althea, a few seamstress assistants for Arleen, an open pasture for cattle, plenty of fishers, many more guards, and so much more.

With the haven expanding and having new things, I also wanted to change my own living place. I painted the outside of the house a more vibrant maroon and fixed the shingles so they didn't look so tattered. I knew the house had belonged to Alastor's mother so I didn't want to change it too much should he return at some point. Reagan and Lucas occupied Husker's old room since Husker and Angel moved to their own secluded apartment in the haven.

My old room was now occupied by two siblings: Nym and Thatcher. They were a rambunctious pair with a thirst for adventure. Nym was six and Thatcher was five when they first came to the haven. They were also children of the ring fights and found it increasingly difficult to make the transition from the ring to the schoolroom. I began working closely with the pair since all other resources had been exhausted, and soon found myself feeling attached like I was with Reagan. Vivian and the others insisted I adopt them, mostly in an attempt to fill the empty house and gaping hole in my heart. So I did.

By the sixth year, I had completely forgotten about Alastor. I would go weeks without thinking of him. I had so much I was focusing on, so much I was keeping myself busy with, that I would fall asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. Occasionally I would think of him and it would hit me hard. When that happened, I tried not to be around anyone for the whole day. It left me annoyed and snappy at everyone, even Husker and Reagan. Fortunately, Nym and Thatcher were now able to attend school without attempting murder on any of the children, leaving me with more time on my hands.

By the seventh year, things had fallen into a routine. I was still the sole protector of the haven and mother to now three children. As things became mundane, I decided to assist the other Overlords in banishing the lasting traces of Blackwater. There was still one large factory hidden somewhere and I would be the one to find it. My reputation had shifted around in the past few years but this would solidify it for good.

I had grown a lot. It was time to show everyone.

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Author's Note:

END OF ACT TWO!

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qroier · 2 months

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okay it's post purgatory 1. roier cubito just got off that boat. everything sucks. cucurucho takes one look at roier's stumbling ass, thinks of all the blood covering him, how it belongs to his friends and family, how cellbit is nowhere in sight, and decides hmmmm.... I can do something with this.

so one day later, once people are more settled in, cucurucho siddles over to roier's house and knocks on his door. there's no answer. um, okay. he knocks harder. still no answer. well. maybe he's working on a building somewhere?

cucurucho needs to hurry. preparations are still under way for the trip to rescue the eggs but, well. roier doesn't exactly need to know any of that, does he? so he needs to find him quick.

he's not in la taqueria el tripon. no roier in the bodega. pemex looks desolate. ouch, someone stole from the coppel. on he goes, until. ah. the oxxo's a mess inside.

the shelves have been knocked over, there's somehow kitkats stuck to the ceiling, and the roier cardboard cutout attendee has a big hole punched into his face. cucurucho looks around some more, trying to figure out where to go from here, before he spots something on the floor that looks out of place. he crouches down to get a closer look and realizes he's looking at leaves. red leaves, specifically. red leaves and orange grass. well, that certainly explains where roier’s been.

cucurucho teleports over to cellbit's castle. he's already crossed the bridge and is just about to enter when he hears some sort of commotion somewhere to the castle's side. roier is there, at the castle's base, fighting with a bird over a bag of chips and yelling profanities. there's lots of bags of chips scattered around his feet.

"stupid fucking bird! is that your problem? you know only inglich? te estás haciendo pendejo leave my food ALONE!" roier gives one last pull that manages to free half the bag from the bird. chips go flying everywhere as the bag tears. roier stumbles backward and steps on another bag, shouting in dismay. the crunch is very loud.

"TÓMALA CULERO!" roier yells, shaking his fist like abueloier after the bird. he looks around and starts half-heartedly cleaning up the bags, still mumbling curses under his breath. wonderful, looks like he's not busy now.

cucurucho waits until roier's back is to him before walking up to him. "good morning."

"GAH!" roier wheels around to look at him, hand to his heart. "WHAT THE FUCK, MAN."

"hahaha," cucurucho laughs. he knows how it is with roier.

"culero estupido pendejo, ok, pues ríete de mi! ríete de mi!" roier crosses his arms and turns his back on cucurucho with a humph. the action makes more chips crunch. they both turn down to look at the scattered bags. roier's shoulders slump before crouching down to continue stacking them into piles.

"good morning," cucurucho repeats himself. politeness is vital. "what are you doing?"

"what does it look like, stupid? i'm eating chips." roier gives up at that point before plobing down on his back. he opens a bag of chips and starts eating them, slowly and one by one. there's a small radio next to him that cucurucho hadn't noticed before. it's not currently on.

"what are you doing?" cucurucho asks again, knowing that's not the full story.

"me voy a quedar aquí. me voy a quedar aquí comiendo mis papitas y me voy a podrir," roier turns to look into cucuruchos eyes at that. "adios." he says, and closes his own eyes. realizing he's forgotten something, roier grabbles for the radio next to him, eyes still closed, before he finally finds it and turns it on. si no te hubieras ido starts playing. he starts eating the chips again, each crunch louder than the last.

well, that won't do.

"no," cucurucho tells him politely.

roier opens one eye and squints up at cucurucho. marco antonio solís is still crooning, soft and low and made a bit tinny by the radio. "what the fuck do you mean, no?"

"no," cucurucho repeats. that won't do. roier is still covered in blood and wearing his emoier clothes. there's still an asset there.

"y bueno. pues f, no? mamate." roier closes his eye again, this time more firmly. there's finality to the motion. he reaches out and turns up marco antonio solís. he starts pointedly singing along.

"noy hay nada más difícil que vivir sin ti," roier and marco antonio solís mourn together. it's muffled by the sound of crunching chips. this won't do.

"sufriendo en la-"

cucurucho reaches down-

"aA WHA?" and pulls roier up by his bloodstained hoodie. he starts squawking immediately.

"ME ESTAN ASALTANDO, ME ESTAN ASALTANDO!" he shouts, looking around and going as far as placing a hand delicately to his forehead before remembering that there's no one left to come looking. the fight slumps out of him, and he twists out of cucurucho's grip easily. cucurucho considers the motion apprasingly. yes, he will do.

annoyance covers roier's face. he crosses his arms. "what the hell is wrong with you. que es tu problema. bueno, aparte de ser cucurucho y horible y asi."

cucurucho takes out the notepad he wrote ahead of time for this. preparation is always vital. he hands it to roier. roier raises an eyebrow before snatching it away and opening it to read through. his brow furrows almost immediately, before he clears that away and looks up from the book, eyes wide.

"ahaha, what the fuck?" roier goes back to reading the book, and scoffs as he pockets it once he's done. "nope! nuh uh, no acepto."

"why?" cucurucho asks him. it's a good offer. a smart one. they both get something they want in return if roier agrees to work for the federation.

"para que solo me pagen con café y enigmas? hm, no gracias." there's a glint in his eyes that he hides by looking around at the ground and muttering something about bears and ruined chips.

cucurucho takes out another book and writes down the offer he gave in the first book, as a reminder, before handing it over to roier. "the federation has resources to find people. stellar employees may request access, should their work be sufficient."

roier reads those lines. he looks at the book, pondering. he looks at cucurucho, also pondering. marco antonio solís finishes his song, and the radio switches over to llueve sobre la ciudad. the sound of static draws both of their attention to the radio. Instead of los bunkers, hozier's voice comes through, and they blink at the radio in confusion.

"do you think i'd give up," he sings, and cucurucho looks at roier pointedly.

roier just rolls his eyes. "fine! ugh." he pockets the second book and approaches cucurucho to poke a finger at his chest. "but i'm quitting the second you try and give me coffee!"

wonderful news.

"disfruta la isla," cucurucho tells him, smiling wider as roier goes to poke at the radio before he teleports back to the offices. a new asset has been acquired. everything is going as planned.

#qsmp #speaking #roier #sorry i couldn't stop myself #posts from me for me #my writing

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meiga-s · 11 months

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i said your name in an empty room

obey me! nightbringer

gn reader/everyone

ao3 link

a look during the present, from the moment you disappeared, to what you've left behind.

You disappear during the night.

None notices until it’s breakfast time at the House of Lamentation; it was like your disappearance had been carefully planned.

You’re not in your room. If this was any other day, Mammon would think you could’ve teleported back to the Human Realm for any stupid reason: you forgot some books you wanted to bring to Satan or Asmo’s new make-up kit, Levi’s new game went on sale and you decided to go and get a physical edition for him… Something, anything. Perhaps you went out early because you wanted to hang out with the Purgatory Hall group before class. Maybe you wanted to bake with Luke. Perhaps you wanted to take a look at the Student Council reports to help get a load off Lucifer, Barbatos and Diavolo. It could be anything with you, honestly. You were like a whirlwind: always running back and forth with a grin or a smirk on your face, never stopping and always laughing and always… always working hard for the sake of your loved ones.

You love all of them. And they all love you in return. Mammon knows this, he is no fool, despite his theatrics and penchant of getting into trouble.

Which is why the Avatar of Greed immediately notices something is wrong when you’re not in your room when he comes to get you for breakfast. He shoots you a message. It doesn’t deliver.

You’re a very capable sorcerer, he knows that—they all know that, but something in his gut is yelling at him that something is very wrong and that this isn’t like any other time you fucked off to do whatever in the Devildom, so he loses no time and sprints to find Lucifer, almost crashing into a complaining Asmodeus in the process.

He slams the door to Lucifer’s studio open, and before the older demon can even open his mouth to reprimand him, Mammon whispers in a trembling voice the words that send the whole House of Lamentation spiraling down into chaos.

“I can’t feel the pact.”

Lucifer feels the moment his legs almost give out when he tries to reach out for your pact with him and he feels… nothing , at first. He tries again, and again and again, grasping in the darkness at any sign that you’re not gone. Gone forever? Lucifer asks himself in his mind and he very nearly slams his head against the wall to make those thoughts disappear with a self-induced headache. No, no. I cannot think like that. Focus. Focus!

If you’d been in danger you would’ve told him, right? Of course you’d have—there were never any important secrets between you two. You had a playful streak, sure, but you hated worrying him—you hated worrying your family. He knows you love him—he knows you love them. You wouldn’t disappear where they can’t reach you without previous notice.

The Avatar of Pride tries again to reach for his other half… but you do not answer.

Lucifer grits his teeth, steadies himself and tries once more—

Where your pact has always been a steady, strong connection, now it’s just a tiny sliver thread he can’t follow.

Still, that fragile thread binds you together, and Hell will freeze over before Lucifer lets go of it.

“Where did you go, my dear…?” The Avatar of Pride asks, but you still do not answer.

They turn the House of Lamentation upside down, but they find nothing. Your bags are still in your room, untouched, and so is your uniform for the day. The book you were reading with Satan is still safely tucked and bookmarked and your console is still charging over your desk. Your wallet is also there, nestled inside the bag you had prepared for today’s class. They have no hints to give Diavolo or Barbatos of your possible whereabouts.

Your D.D.D. is gone. It’s the only thing they can’t find. Asmodeus tries to call several times, but it’s always sent to your voicemail. Nor Lucifer nor Mammon have the heart to tell him to stop calling and they let the Avatar of Lust cling to them when he breaks down in tears with a broken heart.

Satan very nearly tears the living room down, snarling they all go to Diavolo once again to demand he sends out another search party as fast as he can. Any second you’re away is a second you’re probably in danger, and he can’t stand it. The Avatar of Wrath doesn’t calm down, not until Belphegor walks up to him and softly says that you wouldn’t like him destroying the house in your absence.

Satan grits his teeth so hard it hurts his jaw and stomps outside, nearly slamming the door off its hinges. Asmodeus flinches and Lucifer gently pats his shoulder with a sigh. Beelzebub wrings his hands together and Belphegor looks down at the spot where Satan had just been and sighs.

You wouldn’t like coming back to this, Belphegor thinks. They all look like a mess.

Leviathan is running himself ragged hunched over his laptop making posts left and right to try and see if anyone has seen you. His eyes are red from staring at the screen for hours and he looks like a zombie. At one point, Asmodeus slides away from Lucifer and Mammon and sits next to Leviathan, suggesting they use his influencer account to try and reach out to more people. They get to it, but the Avatar of Envy is tired and can’t stop shaking.

But Leviathan loves you, so he won’t stop working and reaching out for you. For the last ten hours (or twenty?), the only sound in the living room has been the clacking of his keyboard. He’s spent fifty hours binging anime in the past, but that’s nothing compared to what he would spend looking for you if it meant bringing you home safely. Lucifer will have to knock him out to get him away from the computer at this rate.

A thundering noise startles all of them, followed by a flash of green light coming from their windows and the sight of a shadow of a tree falling on their backyard.

“Can someone please,” Lucifer mumbles, burying his face in his hands, “go tell Satan that our trees are not to blame?”

None moves, not even as they hear muffled sobs of your name coming from their backyard.

Belphegor and Beelzebub join Mephistopheles in his rounds questioning every living being in RAD and preparing the “missing person” reports. They couldn’t join any of Diavolo’s search parties, but at least they can do this. Belphegor hunts down every member of every club you’ve belonged to, while Beelzebub gets in contact with his teammates in all of his sport clubs and asks them to keep an eye out. Thirteen lets everyone know, very kindly, that any attempt to trick them for the sake of trying to get a reward will suffer the consequences of an angry Reaper.

You are loved, both the Avatar of Sloth and the Avatar of Gluttony can see it. It cheers them up a little, to know you’re in good hands all around, and they can almost hear you telling them to never give up hope nor trust on the people around them.

Belphegor hasn’t been sleeping and Beelzebub hasn’t been eating, but they keep combing the streets of the Devildom, not once stopping to take a break.

Simeon is trying to stay positive for Luke’s sake, but even he can’t always keep a smile on his face, nor does he want to lie to Luke about how he feels, especially after having to hide his new status as a human for so long. Luke isn’t allowed to go search for you on his own, nor join any dangerous search parties either, so the younger angel vents his frustration with baking goods for the search parties and the brothers to try and keep them in high spirits.

The first night after your sudden disappearance Luke stayed in Simeon’s room. He hasn’t left since. Simeon needs it, too, despite hiding his true feelings to the whole world. Everyone’s so hurt, and he doesn’t want to pile up more distress on his friends. He’ll stay, he’ll help and he’ll be smiling all the way until his face hurts. And when you return, he’ll receive you with a smile.

“An angel chooses one human to protect for all time.”

Perhaps, if he was still an angel…

…No, you wouldn’t like him thinking like that. You’re going to come back. You adore Luke too much to leave him devastated like that. You two are almost like siblings at this point, and Simeon knows your heart enough to know you’d tear sky and ground to keep Luke safe from harm, so you have to come back.

Simeon tells that to himself every night as prays for Luke to stay strong and never lose hope.

Barbatos looks, but he finds nothing . Your future, present and past are shrouded from him and he doesn’t understand . How is this happening? Who’s hiding you from him? Why ? Barbatos' face must have shown his own distress, because Lord Diavolo is shooting him a very worried look.

The Young Master hasn’t been sleeping or eating properly between tending to his duties and looking for you. Neither has Barbatos himself. He can almost hear you scolding him to take a rest before he collapses on his feet, but Barbatos is very resilient. And also very stubborn, your voice sing-songs in his head. Barbatos winces and gives his Lord a sad look before he shakes his head.

“No luck, huh…” Diavolo mutters, running his fingers through his hair. Any other time, Barbatos would’ve scolded him about ruining his image, but not now. The demon’s mind is a mess, and Barbatos doesn’t like this mess. He prefers the mess you caused in his mind when you were close instead.

Barbatos needs to keep it together for his lord’s sake, which usually is a piece of cake for him. The butler can almost feel you, just like when he was about to collapse during the whole dark crevasse fiasco, grabbing his shoulders and telling him very firmly to pull yourself together, Barbatos!

Barbatos takes a deep breath, then another, and looks firmly into Lord Diavolo’s eyes.

“We will find a way, Young Master.”

Diavolo smiles sadly as Barbatos leaves the room to rest. He's the main pillar of the Devildom, and so he must stay strong.

You’d hate it if he didn’t, he knows this, so Diavolo pulls himself out of bed every morning with the thought of keeping the Devildom in top shape for your return while never giving up your search. He can do it. He’s cut off on sleeping, eating and leisure time the first moment Lucifer had barged in with the news. Barbatos can’t say shit to him, for he’s done the same.

What a pair. If you were here, you’d have strapped them both to a couch to take a break. And they’d let you, if only to be able to tease you back to see your usually assured self crumble into a bumbling, blushing mess.

Diavolo almost laughs at the mental image, feeling his body a little lighter. Hells, he misses you dearly.

But he cannot give up. He will not give up. Lucifer, his brothers, the Hall of Purgatory, Barbatos… they’re all counting on each other to bring you home.

And bring you home he will, even if it’s the last thing he does.

Solomon has no time to lose.

He’s found you—the link is weak, but it’s there . He’s afraid if he waits too long it’ll disappear and he’ll lose your trail forever. If he wants to get to you, he must follow the trail this strange magic has left, and he has to do it fast. He has no time to call for anyone else, not even Lucifer. He’ll deal with his outrage later, when he brings you back to all your loved ones.

The link falls through time. Well, this is unexpected. And bad.

Solomon doesn’t hesitate, though. He’s a great sorcerer, and so are you (he’s chosen you to be his apprentice, after all), but this is unfamiliar to you and while Solomon might be many things, heartless he is not.

You hold half of his heart, after all, and he really doesn’t want it to be lost in time. Not like this.

Solomon thinks of the first time his heart beat again for someone after so long, closes his eyes and takes the plunge to you through time and space.

He will find you and help you come back, no matter what.

#✧ writes some demons #obey me!#obey me! nightbringer #nightbringer spoilers #lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #satan x reader #asmodeus x reader #beelzebub x reader #belphegor x reader #simeon x reader #barbatos x reader #diavolo x reader #solomon x reader #for the sake of this let's pretend nor barbatos nor solomon are a bit sus please lol

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qsmpmiraheze · 4 months

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Tubbo and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

Did you wonder what Tubbo did on the first day of QSMP 2024? Don't worry -- we've got you covered! Join Tubbo on a journey involving many dissapointments, and many (non-)flying horses. (That's what he called those, yes. I personally think they look more like very weird chickens.)

Don't forget to check out our wiki for the most recent edition of this recap!

Tubbo was incredibly excited to join the server, first things first remarking on Dapper’s incorrect name and configuring his voice chat. Sunny immediately came to hang out by Tubbo. He was incredibly surprised at Antoine’s inventory showing up and showed off the new animation to Quackity (who was logged in from the wrong account and sounded like he was talking from the toilet). He reunited with Foolish, the two of them being incredibly excited about the Town of Fobo. Sunny said she’d missed Tubbo a lot, and Tubbo remarked on how they had fancy signs. He went on to finalizing his sound and translation settings.

He talked with Ramón and reassured him that his fathers were probably fine. Tubbo noticed the eggs’ inventory sometimes popping up and prompted Sunny to type commands. He then decided to find Phil, and scared him by greeting him from behind him. He looked at his map and noted how they were hell knows where. His game then crashed.

He logged back in. He noticed Etoiles writing down some commands as he’d already noticed some dungeons. Tubbo saw that F3 was now much nicer. Philza pointed out how much better the performance was, making both him and Tubbo even more excited. Tubbo invited Philza to the Town of Fobo. Philza said he’d think about it, and that he might just live in a hole with his eggs.

Lenay logged on, and Tubbo encouraged Sunny to go and meet her. The two tried to approach her, but her mic was broken. Tubbo reunited with Baghera. He experimented with new emotes, talked with Dapper and Pomme (and learned that Dapper had more than one father), as well as Chayanne. Tubbo also reunited with Cellbit and showed off his new skin. Tubbo had clarified that he’d forgiven Cellbit for what he’d done to Tubbo in Purgatory, but warned Sunny against interacting with him anyway. Tubbo wondered if they could get out of the landing area.

Sunny asked Tubbo about Lenay again, so he went to talk to her only to get immediately distracted by reuniting with Bagi. Tubbo got a blindness effect and beefed with Etoiles for a bit.

Everyone was teleported to spawn. People remarked on how good the place looked, but Tubbo had trouble remembering where they saw it before. Tubbo looked at the map and noticed that Create trains were visible there. He and Phil then noticed a screen with a timer, and sat down to watch it, discussing how many mobs there were.

Tubbo realized he left Sunny unattended, and went to talk to Lenay. Everyone was separated into two groups. Tubbo reunited with Empanada, happy to see her safe and sound. Tubbo greeted one of the workers that had shown up and discovered that they had the Attributes mod. He explained to Phil what it was and Phil shared his theory on what was going to happen. Tubbo and Phil experimented with their speech bubbles’ styles. The two bothered one of the workers for food and asked Leo if she was okay (she was okay). Phil and Tubbo found out they could change text on eggs’ signs and were very mature about that feature. Tubbo reassured Leo Foolish was okay. Tubbo and Phil bothered the worker some more, to no avail.

Everyone sat down to watch the cinematic. Tubbo wondered “what half that shit even meant” and immediately went to press the button. The group went to the train, and Tubbo was very excited about the next Create expansion that was added. Tubbo then fell through the train and ran across the tracks for a bit before being teleported back to the train. Tubbo begged to be the driver and cried at not being able to drive once the train took off.

Once they’d arrived at the station, everyone got off the train. They met the new workers and joked about the island being a “furry island”. Tubbo saw a dungeon and talked to Foolish. He, Foolish and Quackity killed a giraffe. Tubbo went through the items list, trying to determine which mods they had.

Other islanders came by. Ramón noted that they should get the eggs armor, first things first. Sunny informed Tubbo that she had another Dad. The group was confused, and Tubbo asked Sunny to clarify who her parents were. Quackity came by and pointed out they had to be following a certain worker. Tubbo looked through the items list some more, and then took off running after everyone else.

He questioned what the workers were. They soon arrived to spawn. They saw ATMs and Bagi laughed about how fucked Tubbo was now that they had real money for Sunny to be obsessed with. Tubbo ran around, checking out the stores and marveling at all the new stuff. Sunny asked Tubbo to win her a plushie at the local arcade machine, but Tubbo didn’t know how. Sunny decided she wanted to make her own shop, which Tubbo approved of.

Tubbo saw Etoiles screaming about how he’d gotten kicked. Foolish and Tubbo recruited more people into their town and Tubbo made sure Sunny was with them before they left to claim their territory. Foolish gave Tubbo some food. Foolish declared Antoine as their enemy. Sunny went to ask Lenay to come.

Tubbo had a phone call IRL, and after it the group continued to run further into the wilderness. Tubbo saw a cool mob and just as he approached it, a new cinematic played. Tubbo was rather excited about capitalism. Once back, Tubbo declared that the mob they’d found was now called Frank, and rode it for a bit. The group proceeded to start exploring.

The group collected resources and found a spot for Town of Fobo. They found the first home of fobo and a villager. Sunny and Leo’s beef evolved. Fit came by and checked out the Town of Fobo. Frank was killed by admins. Richarlyson was downed twice, which got Tubbo and Fit properly spooked. They beefed with Fit and Ramón and told them to get off their property, dug out a basement below the first home, Tubbo learned there was already a Town of Fobo update account and the server crashed.

Upon returning, everyone struggled with lag; the Town of Fobo continued on despite it. They mined, declared Cellbit as their enemy, and discovered an absurdly large cave system directly under the first home. As they were mining, Cucurucho showed up, and they shared their plans with it. They later said that they were surprised it was still around, as they assumed that it was replaced by Mr. Bunny.

A chat message about being chased was displayed. Foolish and Tubbo got attacked by brand new mobs multiple times, and Tubbo got downed a couple of times. They’d discovered Alex’s caves, got into the atomic age by discovering uranium. They found two spawners, in one of which Tubbo acquired a rubber ducky akin to Chayanne’s. He’d found netherite boots (which he immediately bragged about to Etoiles), and after finding another spawner, the duo headed back to the surface.

Upon arriving there, they discovered that Fit put his house right on the border with the Town of Fobo. They reunited with their daughters, who seemed to be getting along rather nicely. They put up Leo’s amethyst and the Gem of Fobo — the first ever diamond the two mined. They discovered that while they were gone, Sunny and Leo cooked six and a half stacks of toast and gathered an absurd amount of seeds.

Tubbo farmed wood and just as he gathered all the resources he needed, he found Create mod disabled. He sat in Town of Fobo, unsure what to do. He made sure Sunny had gear and asked about her relationship with Leo; Sunny told him what had happened to her while he was away.

The two went looking for dungeons. While looting a structure, Tubbo found a signed book written by Kubek727 that read, “Dupa Biskupa :D”, which is a name of a Polish game that literally translates as “bishop's bum”. Exploring further, Tubbo found a chokobo and lost Sunny before finding her again (she had been in a hole).

They ran into Etoiles, who gave them a piece of leather Tubbo needed for a chokobo saddle. He left, and the two ran back to Tubbo’s chokobo. It was named Star, but couldn’t fly, which Tubbo was disappointed about, and proceeded to declare a new mission for the day: to find a gold chokobo which would be able to fly.

They found a second chokobo which was named Blue, and Tubbo established a chokobo breeding pit. Fobo claimed its first victim (BadBoyHalo, who was killed by Foolish). Tubbo had to fight off a zombie horde.

The first natural resident of Fobo was born — a baby chocobo. Leo came by, with Foolish and Tina soon following. Leo gave Tubbo some stuff, which he was ecstatic about.

Foolish and Tubbo lied to Tina about the origins of the first home and the three chatted for a bit about chocobos, their building plans and streamer awards. Foolish and Leo logged off for today, but not before suggesting Tina be the Fobo ambassador (especially since Tina was very interested in the place). Tina and Tubbo discussed recent money-related shenanigans, chocobos, Tubbo’s state of real life and effects of lack of Create on his psyche, American food and Etoiles. Tina left to find Empanada and build a house, and Tubbo continued on with this bird breeding business.

Sunny said that she was a bit sleepy, which Tubbo was very unhappy about, though he did later clarify that he was just joking and proceeded to put Sunny to sleep. He then went back to breeding. He heard some weird sound he couldn’t identify the source of and expanded the pit.

Richarlyson came by, looking like a pin cushion (stuffed with arrows). He said that he wanted to find Bad, which Tubbo wasn’t able to help him with. Tubbo showed him his chocobos and very non-subtly asked if it was even possible to get a golden chocobo. It turned out that golden chocobos were disabled altogether.

Richarlyson hugged Tubbo in consolation, and gave him a blue axolotl even though Tubbo didn’t want it. He also gave Tubbo a shiny plant, which Tubbo agreed to. Tubbo went back into the pit and continued breeding chocobos, rambling about how he wasn’t going to give up; he then came back up and screamed some more. Richarlyson asked to use Tubbo’s crafting table. Tubbo stood over the pit and rambled about unlucky rolls. Richarlyson asked about Tubbo’s rubber duckie and said that he also was nerfed — he wasn’t able to use wooden axes. Tubbo disagreed it was a nerf, saying that it was a World Edit tool. Richarlyson asked to smelt some iron; he then suggested he ask the gods whether there could be a golden chocobo, which Tubbo enthusiastically agreed to.

Tubbo continued to lament about lack of Create and decided to become the chocobo guy. He crafted himself chocobo armor and continued to breed chocobos. He had a mental breakdown in the pit, and decided to switch to the fishing mod. Richarlyson wanted to try breeding chocobos as well, but Tubbo said that it would be rigged and didn’t allow him.

Tubbo and Richarlyson fished. Upon Tubbo’s request Richarlyson shared whether treasure chests were nerfed, and Richas made fun of Tubbo farming chocobos for so long. Tubbo threatened to break the server.

Richarlyson egged Tubbo to breed the chocobos again, which Tubbo refused to do. Tubbo screamed about backpacks still being enabled with Create mod and chocobos being disabled. He learned that a lot of backpacks' features were disabled as well.

Tubbo continued fishing and chatting with Richarlyson. At one point Richas asked Tubbo to breed chocobos one more time, which Tubbo did. Richarlyson explained that only white, black and golden ones were blocked, and that Tubbo must have had terrible luck. They discussed the situation some more, and Richarlyson revealed that Frank was ‘’his’’ chocobo all along. Richarlyson realized he had to meet up with Bad, so Tubbo sent him off.

Tubbo then fished until he got a Neptune’s Bounty. Once he did, he bred the chocobos some more and decided to go to spawn. He talked about how he might take a break until more mod stuff is unlocked. Once at spawn, he walked around, experimented with the ATM, got himself a bounty to complete and soon logged off.

#qsmp #tubbo #qsmp sunnysideup #qsmp recaps #qsmp miraheze wiki #qsmp wiki #from hope

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More thoughts on the Obey Me Shared Darling Au (OMSDAU?). This has a focus on the demon brothers—the beginning of it all. -🧵

There was something...odd about the brothers' behavior lately.

Flickering glances following your every move. Hushed whispers behind closed doors. Sounds of something heavy being moved about...And a potent cloud of magic hanging in the air.

You are only able to imagine what they are planning, but that alone was enough to have the hairs on the back of your neck sitting at high alert. Inquiries were pointless. Conversations looped back to where they began. Time was spent wasted in this purgatory of back and fourth. Of questions and non-answers.

Paranoia began to weigh on you. Weary and exhausted, it came as no surprise when fatigue finally caught up to you. As you drifted off into a deep and tired slumber, you began to wonder if perhaps that was their plan all along.

You had waken in your own room. Your own bed. Everything was perfectly normal; nothing was out of place. Your shoes, which you had kicked off haphazardly the night before, were still scattered across your floor. The book you had been reading was on your nightstand right where you had left it. Everything is as it was.

But this is not your bedroom.

It was Lilith's.

If it weren't for the densely packed magic in the air, perhaps you wouldn't have noticed. The room had been augmented with a variety of spacial enchantments. Lucifer's handiwork, no doubt.

A nauseous sensation washed over your body as you attempted a teleportation spell.

You tried a different spell, and a splitting headache tore into you.

Another spell. You felt something crawling under your skin.

You try again. Phantom water pools in your lungs.

Again. Tremors shake your body.

Again. Your leg cramps and you fall.

Again. Footsteps?

Again. A door creaks open.

Again. You look up blearily at the seven shadows in front of you.

Again. Your vision begins to fade.

OMSDAU I think works? Yeah? I'll make a tag for it! I stuck to detailing more with Mammon, Levi and Beel here! Will delve into the others next time :D

Initially, you believed their increasingly concerning dependency on you was because of their lack of...social connections. There's only so much they want to tell each other, and so much they could tell Diavolo and the other exchange students, right? You just happened to grow closer with them than the others, and obviously, having a new friend would entail them telling you about all their issues and dragging you along on every little misadventure. Surely, this wasn't as unhealthy as you fear?

At first, Mammon's whining and Levi's poorly hidden jealousy was almost cute. Flattering, even, that two of Hell's most infamous demons would crave your full attention so badly. Mammon's pouting and prodding while you were getting ready, asking if you "really have to go?" instead of staying in with him, then him changing tactics and huffing, pretending like it doesn't bother him at all made you smile, when he first started. It was fun to squeeze his cheeks and coo at him, promising he was still your favorite and that you'd be back very soon, fun to placate him and watch him suddenly grow bashful under your affectionate attacks. You had no idea that you were feeding this habits, that he thought you always playing along and giggling was a good thing. You don't find it overbearing until it's too late, until you have to shake him off every time you step outside without him, or worst yet, with one of his brothers instead. You think he would understand, if you explained yourself a little more clearer, but with every attempt, nothing changes.

And you don't know which is worse now—Levi's passive-aggressiveness or his blatant displeasure—whenever you spent time with anyone that isn't him. The days you spend over at Diavolo's castle, for instance, though beyond your control, never fails to frustrate him. He broods in his room until you come in yourself and flatter him with reminders of how much you missed him and how terrible the days without him were (you hold your tongue when you go to praise Barbatos's cooking or Diavolo's hospitality when he's around, too). It’s difficult to appeal to him constantly, to keep in mind if Levi’s around and choose your words carefully. You have to pretend like his actions don’t frustrate you, lest you vex him further. It’s a terrible game of tiptoeing around his feelings, and you’re tired of it. Before, his enthusiasm about his games and mangas also excited you, happy to have something vaguely familiar in the unfamiliar world you found yourself in to help bide the time and keep yourself occupied. And, you thought, it could help you get closer with Levi. However, after receiving innumerable recommendations, to the point you were struggling to even keep up with him, you started losing interest. You got used to feigning excitement whenever Levi detailed every scene he liked, though you couldn't remember anything he actually said, started searching up the basic summary of all the games he recommended so you could pretend like you gave it a try; though this lost it's efficiency quickly, and he started demanding you play in his room.

And Beel, who, though you'd never admit it out loud, was easily your favorite to hang out with these days, was...acting strange. Usually, he'd never partake in the rule enforcing and the stalking (you'd long figured out it was the brothers, though you weren't sure if they knew).—at least not outright, but recently, things had been different. Beel is uncharacteristically clingy, asking to follow when you go out alone, starts working at the same place you work at part time, and consequently gets you both fired after almost destroying the building. He's always been observant, you know, but these days, it feels like he's searching for something in you, and it frightens you as much as it unnerves you. You should do something about it, but what? What could you do to stop him looking at you like he can see through your words (it sounds crazy, especially because this is Beel, but you swear his eyes harden when he catches you in a lie) and dissect your every movement? It's Beel, you tell yourself, Beel, who's never had ulterior motives. He's always had your best interest in heart, and he loves you, not the kind of love that fills you with dread and despair, but something more genuine. But it's also Beel that blocks the door without being urged to when you try to bolt out after realizing just how deep of a hole you've landed into, and it's also Beel that looks away when you plead with him for an explanation.

You wonder if it's Lucifer that casted the spell that keeps you in here, or if Satan helped him, too. How ironic would that be? You wonder who else helped with the planning, if it was Asmo who ordered all the identical furniture and if it was Belphie who kept an eye on you most often, checking in on your dreams to attempt to sway your view of them. Barbatos likely had a role in it, especially if Diavolo asked him to, but the betrayal doesn't sting nearly as it does when it concerns the brothers. The rest, you could, perhaps, explain, but not the brothers, who you devoted so much of your time and energy to. Who you put before yourself and entertained despite your simmering anger. You practically walked into the twisted web of a trap they slowly wove around you, because you trusted them.

And all you got in return was this miserable room.

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FORGET-ME-NOT

REPLACED!MC AU

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W A R N I N G

May contain bad grammar, limited vocabulary, and OOC characters. Please mind that English is not my first language, and it takes a lot of courage for me to post due to my anxiety and paranoia.

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taglist: @books-and-catears @owl778 @yourlocalgrass

C H A P T E R V

「 Smile and Ignore 」

"MC! Hey, MC! Are you listening to me?!"

You snapped out of your thoughts at the loud snap of the voice next to you. You turned your head to find Soley looking angry for a moment until you blinked your eyes and her face softened. Maybe you were just imagining that angry expression?

"H-Hey, Soley," you greeted her with an apologetic smile and tilted your head in wonder, "I'm sorry, I was lost in my thoughts for a moment there, wasn't I? Can I help you with anything?" You asked, wanting— hoping for a chance to hang out with her again. Just as you've missed the brothers, you've missed her as well. But you found out luck wasn't on your side the moment she opened her mouth and stated her reason for finding you.

"No, I was just looking for Solomon since he was in the same period as you, but I only found you here. Alone. For some reason."

You looked around and noticed that the classroom was indeed empty of students. It was only the two of you in there. You shook your head and laughed sheepishly as you started to pack your things up with a slight more hurry.

"Solomon was indeed in class with me earlier, but it seems that he already left. Something urgent must have come up since... well, he usually waits for me."

Soley narrowed her eyes and sighed quietly, but enough for you to hear. She crossed her arms and turned around to face the doorway.

"Are you really that important to everyone?"

"Huh? Did you say something?"

"What? No, I didn't. Well, I'll be going to find Solomon then. See you at home."

Before you could respond, she was already out of your sight. Looking at the clock, you saw that it was already twenty minutes after class ended. You must've been zoning out pretty deeply that you didn't hear the school bell ring, and apparently, your D.D.D. as well, which had a missed call from Solomon.

After packing up every single one of your things, you took your phone and pressed on Solomon's profile. You called him back, but your call was denied before you could even hear it ring for the first time. Instead, you received a message from the sorcerer himself.

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S O L O M O N

Hey, MC.

I can't answer the phone right now, but you can teleport to me if you want to.

Y O U

Sure, but why can't you answer?

Did something happen?

S O L O M O N

You can say that...

It's not dangerous or anything, though. Otherwise, I wouldn't let you come to me, but it's just mildly annoying.

I'll explain later when you get here.

Just teleport directly into my room.

Not in front of Purgatory Hall, not in front of my door. Just directly in my room.

Y O U

Got it...

I'll be right there.

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You did as you were told, teleporting into Solomon's room. There, you found him at his desk, books on the table in front of him, an exasperated expression on his face, and a series of loud knocking on his bedroom door. The moment he saw you, he smiled and immediately placed his point finger on his lips. Be quiet.

You turned your attention to the door where the knocking didn't stop. Then you heard Simeon's and Luke's voices coming from the hall. They sounded tired from talking and convincing the knocker to stop.

"Soley, I don't think Solomon's home right now," you heard Simeon say. "Maybe you can come back later? I'll send you a message when he's back."

"No, I'm sure he's home." Soley insisted, not moving away from the door and continued pounding on it, calling Solomon's name after every set of knocks. "Solomon, come out of there! I need to speak with you!"

"... How are you so sure he's in there?" Luke wondered. He then flinched when Soley laid her eyes on him.

"I asked around, and people said that he went home. The neighbours also said that he entered the house not too long ago."

"Uhm... okay..? But he might not be in his room."

"Nonsense, Luke. I already tried opening his door when I got here, but it's locked."

"Yes, well, Solomon sometimes locks his door whenever he needs to keep people away from his experiments, so it's not at all weird." Simeon continued to argue. Luke held his hand for support, slightly trembling under Soley's gaze.

"Y-Yeah, and maybe he teleported away somewhere. I heard him mention in class earlier about taking MC out for the day."

"Well, MC was all alone in the classroom before I left RAD. Solomon wasn't anywhere near, and MC said that they don't know where he is."

You turned to the man at his desk who was painfully trying to keep a smile on his face. You quietly made your way towards him, making sure your footsteps were as silent as that of a mouse's, and offered your hand, which he took and pressed against his cheek. He still kept quiet as he closed his eyes and held your hand close. Then, you knew what he meant by annoying. Soley had no intention of leaving, even when Simeon and Luke kept telling her that the sorcerer might not be home. You didn't think she would be like this. Especially not in front of the angels.

"Is there something in particular which you need from Solomon?" Another voice interrupted the girl. You heard another set of footsteps slowly growing closer and closer, along with a slightly familiar voice.

"It's none of your business, now is it, Cassiel? I have private matters to discuss with him. He's the only one who can help me."

"Well, I apologise, Lady Soley, but Solomon left a few moments before you arrived," Cassiel informed her, which momentarily stopped her knocking. After a bit more convincing, and a message from Lucifer telling her to come home, Soley finally decided to admit defeat and leave.

"Fine, I'll be retreating to the House of Lamentation. But send me a message the second Solomon gets back home. Got it? The second."

Without waiting for a reply, the girl stomped her way out of Purgatory Hall and back into the streets of the Devildom. Cassiel told the other two angels that he'll be heading out to buy groceries and make sure Soley gets home safely.

Once it was all clear, another set of knocks were laid on Solomon's door. This time, it was Simeon's.

"She's gone now, Solomon."

"W-Wait, Solomon's really in there?!" It was to be expected that Luke didn't know anything about the matter. The sorcerer laughed, a hint of relief in his voice, before he let go of your hand and walked towards the door to open it.

"Thanks for your help, Simeon," he sighed in relief and placed a hand on Luke's head, "You too, Luke."

Luke's face flushed, not because of the head pat he was getting but because he was embarrassed of not knowing he was home and lying to Soley like that. He turned to Simeon with a red face, fists clenched. "S-Simeon! How could you lie like that?! So naturally, too! Did Cassiel lie, too?! Angels aren't supposed to do that!"

"I know, Luke, but Solomon asked us to help him out, and we did. Isn't it also our job to help those in need?"

"I.. I guess.... Yeah!" Luke smiled brightly before turning back to meet the sorcerer's gaze. "But Solomon, what about your outing with MC? Did they have other plans?"

The human grinned at him before he turned his head to look at you, his gaze ushering you forward, and out of your hiding place, you went. The two angels were surprised, but you could tell they were delighted to see you again after a while. For the last few months, you did try your best to reconnect with the brothers, so you were slowly drifting away from the three of them.

"MC!" Luke exclaimed, immediately rushing forward and wrapping his arms around you. He unconsciously nuzzled his cheek against you, which he didn't notice himself. "I didn't know you were coming today!"

Hugging him back in response, you giggled and shook your head. "I didn't know I was coming here either. I'm sorry for the intrusion."

Simeon chuckled and shook his head in disagreement. "You're always welcome here, MC. We're happy to have you no matter the occasion."

"Thanks, Simeon! I'm really happy to be here with you all... and I'm really happy to know that... that you're happy to be with me..." With every word, your head drooped down as the smile on your face slowly faded along. The three exchanged worried glances; the two older men knew what was going on while the little one looked slightly confused, but he knew enough to know that you needed a break.

With that, Luke suggested you stay over with them at Purgatory Hall, where they promised to make sure to put a smile back on your lovely face. You were grateful but also worried how the brothers would react. But should you really worry?

You gave them time and time went on, making everything worse for you. They decided they didn't need you anymore and stopped hanging out with you altogether. Whenever you tried to reach out, all you ever heard from them were excuses. They didn't run out of them. Maybe it was time for you to leave? And I don't mean leave just the House of Lamentation.

Leave the Devildom.

"MC, there you are. I've been looking all over for you."

The moment you stepped into the house, Lucifer came to greet you. It wasn't like he was actually waiting for you to get home. He was just passing by the entrance hall when you arrived. "Where have you been? Soley said she didn't find you anywhere at RAD after classes. You were supposed to walk her home today, weren't you?"

Soley didn't find you anywhere after classes? But she just—

Ah, so that's what it was.

Soley lied about not seeing you. But why?

And Lucifer.

He wasn't worried about you at all. He was worried about Soley walking home by herself. It made sense since she was just a normal human without pacts with any demon, but he could have still worried about you a little bit, right?

... Right?

You wanted to explain everything to him. How Soley lied, and you were together before she stomped off. But was it really worth it? Would he even listen and believe a word you're saying?

You wanted to believe he would. You wanted to believe that the Lucifer you knew would never doubt your words. But arguing with him now when he's in a bad mood wouldn't do you any good. So you just left it at that.

You apologised to the eldest while hanging your head low. You felt like all you ever did since Soley arrived was apologise for every single thing you did, even when you did absolutely nothing wrong. But why did it feel like that? Why did it feel like you were the one in the wrong all this time?

Lucifer sighed and crossed his arms. You knew that sigh. He was disappointed. You dared not meet his gaze and just kept staring at the floor, waiting for him to finish his business with you.

"Make sure you're prepared for the ball tomorrow evening. I want everything to go without problems."

"... yes, I understand."

"Good. Now go back to—"

"Wait, Lucifer, I have a favour." You managed to get enough courage to look him straight in the eye. For a moment, he looked surprised.

"What is it?"

"I... C-Can I stay over at Purgatory Hall tonight?"

"MC—"

"Please, Lucifer..! Just this once...?"

You held your breath, staring back the flooring, occasionally taking glances for a reaction. With every ticking silence, the atmosphere grew heavier. It was almost hard to breathe. Until you heard another sigh come from him.

"Fine. I'll bring you—"

"Thank you, Lucifer! I'll pack up my things and head out as soon as I can!"

You cut him off, not giving him the chance to change his mind as you dashed up the stairs and back to your room. You also didn't want to hear anything more from him. You took your outfit for the ball out of the box where you carefully hid it in case something went wrong. This outfit was something much different and more beautiful than what Asmodeus and Soley gave you. And this was much more special since it was Barbatos himself who made it especially for you.

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To my dearest, MC,

May this give you the best memories and the warmest of smiles. I look forward to seeing you at the end of everything, once again outshining the brightest star in existence.

Yours truly,

Barbatos

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You held the handwritten card to your chest, a smile appearing on your face as you completely ignored the ruined outfit sitting in your closet. That's all you had to do, MC. Just for a little while. Just smile and ignore.

「 CHAPTER IV | LOUE'S LETTER 」

#obey me #obey me angst #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me replaced mc au #obey me brothers #obey me lucifer #obey me solomon #obey me luke #obey me simeon #obey me barbatos #Forget-Me-Not

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legendaryblueoranges · 28 days

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Confrontation

This took so long... Both 2 pages of drawing and nearly full color... But it's finished and I'm so happy that it turned out this way.

I hope you enjoyed, only 3 comics left... Glad to be fully back.

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 / 19 / 20 / 21 / 22 / 23 / 24 / 25

Transcript:

A Few Hours Before Purgatory...

Tuburucho: We need to talk.

Tuburucho: Please just follow me quickly.

Tuburucho: Look, I don't have a lot of time so let me talk and- and save your questions till the end. First off, the FEDs communication is down so they can't hear me. Second, that train- where it's taking you is an island controlled by an enemy that even the FEDs don't know.

Tuburucho: Third, your eggs are okay, as of now, but this unknown enemy is looking for them. The Federation doesn't know about this enemy yet, nor your eggs. When they find out in a few days I will be part of the rescue.

Tuburucho: Fourth, and final, there is a traitor going with you. He might cause trouble while your- in whatever h*ll your stepping into.

Tuburucho: Before you ask, it's Quackity.

Fit: It's nice to hear all this but... how do you know all this if even the FEDs don't?

Tuburucho: I- I had a few hours with an... an informant... who I... 'asked' about many things...

Philza: And this informant is what...? From the enemy or-?

Tuburucho: ... It was Quackity.

Fit: Was?

Tuburucho: He hurt Fred so I got rid of him.

Philza + Fit + Pac: You killed him.

Pac: So El Quackity is the traitor then?

Tuburucho: Yes... Quackity deserved it. He hurt Fred. He kidnapped Fred. HE DESERVED IT.

Pac: What is it with the kidnapping on this server... Me, Cellbit, Mike... T- Tubbo... and now BAGI.

Pac: BAGI- BAGI Wasn't she... with Fred last? You DIDN'T-

Pac: You were the one who-

Pac: WHO-

Tuburucho: Freedom?

Philza: Tubbo can you hear me? Move or make a noise if you can?

Fit: We need to see the wound, we're going to have to take the mask off.

Philza: I can't- ...

Pac: He's not dead yet, we can still help him.

Pac: I may hate him for messing with Bagi but, it's still Tubbo. We have to help him.

Pac: Don't we have like healing pots, or gapples, or anything?

[Message]

Train will arrive in 6 minutes.

You will be teleported to the station immediately. Teleport in- 6

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Philza: Pac, we don't have time. We just have to hope that the FEDs find him.

Pac: There has to be something! What about the apples? Can they not help?

Philza: They only alter the mental state... They don't heal.

Philza: But I'll leave him the apples...

Fit: We're out of time.

Philza: Goodbye, Tubbo.

Pac: I'm sorry Tubbo, I'll come back, I promise.

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Well, it's Tuesday. What will happen today? God only knows. I'd really like to know what's going to happen this week since we made crazy progress on Lore yesterday. Let's recap: The Cyclopes don't want peace, they said that without Luffy they would make the residents suffer, however, in the end they gave QPhilza 5 days to rescue Luffy. The problem is that no one knows where Luffy is, and I think maybe not even the workers know, because the last time we saw Luffy he had been taken by Dark Cucurucho without the other Federation workers knowing it, and the few who saw it happen they were killed by him and the black/dark workers. That said, we know that qBagi accepted the mission to find Luffy, the small agreement with Fred earned she a teleportation to the Federation offices, apparently. We need to see her testing it and see where it goes, especially because the Federation offices have cameras now, so I believe it won't be easy for her to get around there and obtain information. Now, the rescue mission for QCellbit and QBaghera will be carried out soon, we don't know the exact date, CC Baghera said she hopes to return to QSMP in early February, although she also said she wouldn't be in Purgatory 2 and appeared for one day. Richas, when recruiting QPhilza for the mission, said that MAYBE not this week, he did not confirm the date. My opinion is that it could be at any time, the CC's and ADM's will not give us a date confirmation, they love to let us agonize. It will happen when we least expect it. Because the fun will be in taking us by surprise. That's why I wouldn't rule out happening this week yet. Now the technical part of the rescue mission, it seems, is supposed to be something discreet, so no one would try to disrupt or prevent it. That's why Richas and Pomme went alone, but QBagi managed to convince Richarlyson to at least take the BOLAS leader, QPhilza. A great choice considering that QCellbit and QBaghera would believe in him more than other people, perhaps QPhil will be the key to making them calm down and come back. Lastly, QRoier, who remains missing. There is a theory that perhaps QCellbit needs to return to the Island first so that QRoier can continue with the other part of his Lore, since he was using recordings, video tapes. It's a possibility. Because, apparently, if he needs rescuing, at the moment the only one who goes after him 100% is the husband.

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kaleldobrev · 10 months

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Supernatural: Purgatory (1)

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Summary: Once getting to Purgatory, Cas teleports away leaving you and Dean to fend for yourselves. Meanwhile back on Earth, Sam breaks the news to your parents that he’s not entirely sure if you’re okay or not.

Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: Cursing (10x), Some Fluff, Angst

Authors Note: This is part one or episode one of my Supernatural: Purgatory Series! This first part may be a little bit of a slower start, but it’ll get more exciting as parts go on. I just need this first part or so just to set things up for the series | Flashbacks are in italics | If you want to be tagged in this series, message or comment! | If you liked this, don’t forget to like & reblog. I really appreciate it! Feedback is always welcome ♡

Previously on Supernatural…

You, Cas, and Dean had found yourselves in the middle of an endless forest that had a gloomy overcast to it. It was a place that you didn’t recognize, but the feeling that overtook your body wasn’t a good one – it felt negative, depressing, fearful. You and Dean were lying on the ground on your backs only a few feet away from each other, while Cas was standing in front of both of you looking around at your current surroundings. His facial expressions wouldn’t normally worry you, but in this moment they did as his face was a mixture of pure concern and fear. You looked at Dean, the two of you sharing a similar expression of slight confusion, but with a hint of worry.

When you were lying on the ground, you didn’t realize how much your body had actually ached until you started to get up. You felt so battered and bruised, like you had just been through a tornado. Being the first one to get up from the ground you offered Dean your hand to help him up, which he graciously accepted. “Thanks Sweetheart,” he said, taking your hand and offering a slight smile.

“Any ideas where we could be guys?” You asked, the two of you started looking around.

“I have no clue.” Dean responded. “Cas? Any ideas?” You and Dean looked at Cas, waiting for some kind of answer before you two looked at each other. “Cas?” Dean repeated. He was quiet, more quiet than normal – which was not a good sign.

Cas finally turned and looked at the both of you, a kind of knowing expression on his face. “You two don’t know?” The way Cas spoke was if it should be obvious to where the three of you should be.

“No Cas, that’s why we’re asking.” You said. “Should we?”

“The last thing I remember, the three of us ganked Dick, and then we ended up here in some dark forest place.” Dean looked around again, trying to see if there would be anything that would remotely make this place recognizable to him or you; but there was seemingly nothing. It was just forest, dark forest.

“And where would he go after death?” Cas asked, already knowing the answer.

Cas’ response started to make things click into place for you. You grabbed Dean’s arm, your response made him look at you, the concern returning to his face. “Purgatory.” You mumbled.

“Purgatory?” Dean asked looking at you. He turned to Cas now, your hand still on his arm. “As in Purgatory, Purgatory?” His mind was trying to process this new information, trying to figure out how it was possible that the three of us could even end up here.

“Every soul here is a monster.” Cas began. The sounds of rustling came from the trees that were surrounding the three of you. “This is where they come to prey upon each other for all eternity.”

“Okay. But…How do we get out? We’re not…monsters Cas. We shouldn’t, we shouldn’t even be here.” You felt your heart slightly start to race, as panic started to set in. “I mean, there has to be a way out right? Those dicks got Eve out.”

“But that was with a very specific spell.” Cas responded, his face looking sorrowful. “I’m afraid that we’re most likely going to be ripped to shreds before we find a way out of here. Well, if there actually is a way out of here.”

The sounds of multiple growls came from the surrounding forest where there was once the rustling sound. You turned to look behind you, seeing two sets of red glowing eyes. “Dean…Cas…” The two of them turned in the direction you were looking, Dean’s and yours eyes slowly growing wide.

“Cas, I think we better –” Dean started to say, as the two of you turned back in the direction of Cas. When the two of you turned, he was no longer there. “Cas?”

Now – Purgatory

“Did he just…leave us?” You asked Dean, almost asking in disbelief.

“I, I think he did.” Dean responded, sounding in disbelief himself. “But uh…” The sounds of growling started to grow louder and louder. “We should move.”

You nodded. “Good idea.” And then the two of you started to run.

You and Dean ran as fast and as far as you could, neither of you stopping for what seemed like miles. The sounds of claws chasing after you, with the faint sound of growling and snarling close behind. When the two of you had finally stopped, you were out of breath, and felt like you were on the urge of collapsing. Neither you or Dean were out of shape by any means, but this was probably one of the first times either of you had to run a long distance like that before. “You…o….kay….” You said between breaths, your hands on your thighs, trying to catch your breath.

“I’m…fucking…awesome…” Dean responded, his breath sounding nearly as heavy as yours. “Fuck.” His hands went straight for his own thighs too, his chest had felt like it was on fire, much like yours was currently feeling.

When you turned around, you could see the two creatures that were coming after you with the red glowing eyes. “Oh…come…the…fuck on.” You looked at Dean, the taste of blood had entered your mouth, the same taste that you would get when you had just run a long distance.

“They back? Fuck, they’re quick.” Dean slightly yelled. “Come on.”

The two of you went to running again, not running nearly as fast as you had been, but close. The fire sensation had started to become stronger the longer you ran, and there was a part of you that no longer wanted to run anymore. You had felt like your legs were on fire, burning. Although your legs and chest were feeling like they were on fire and no longer capable of running, your brain was one of the only parts of your body that kept telling you to high tail it out of there if you didn’t want to die.

“Hey, looks like there’s a cave up ahead.” You yelled, pointing to an opening that was about 100 yards away. “Think that might be safe?” You turned to Dean as the two of you started to slow up just a bit, not wanting to pass the cave in front of you. You could tell that his body was starting to feel similarly to yours, his breathing – just like yours, had started to get heavier and heavier.

“Worth a shot.” He yelled back.

Now – Not Purgatory

“Did you guys stop it? Did you kill Dick?” Your mother asked Sam from the other end of the line. “How’s Y/N? I tried calling her but I couldn’t get a hold of her.” It wasn’t unlike you to not answer your mother when she called. She was used to not hearing you for days, sometimes weeks at a time while you, Sam, and Dean were on a case. But even when you couldn’t call her back, you would always send her some kind of text saying that you were fine and would call her as soon as you could.

“Yeah. Dean, Cas, and Y/N they…they killed Dick. Everything should be over now.” Sam replied. He held his phone on his hands, his leg slightly shaking as he was sitting down in the impala that had been a little damaged from when Meg hit the sign.

“Is Y/N okay? Dean, Cas?” Your mother was a little worried, more worried than usual. She was used to being worried, she always worried about you even before you started hunting with Sam and Dean; she was your mother after all. When you had become a hunter, the worry she had for you grew, but it started to lessen – not by much, but it did once you had decided to start hunting with Sam and Dean. Although she knew that you were a very capable hunter and had hunted for years before meeting up with the boys, she felt a little relieved once you had decided to team up with them, knowing that you would at least have some kind of backup now.

“I don’t…I don’t know.” Sam hated to say it, but it was true, he wasn’t completely sure if you, Cas or his brother were okay. From what Crowley said, it seemed like the three of you were in Purgatory, but he wasn’t completely sure. For all he knew, Crowley was lying, and the three of you could be dead.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Your mom was angry now, and she could feel her heart sinking in her chest. “I trusted you boys with my fucking daughter and you’re telling me you don’t even know if she’s okay?”

“Mrs. Y/L/N –” Sam began to say, but his words were overshadowed by your mothers anger filled words.

“Samuel Winchester, you better do something to find my fucking daughter or I swear I’m going to come find you and drag you by your ears until you find her.” Your mother took a deep breath. “Capiche?”

“Capiche.” Sam replied, before your mother hung up the phone.

A Few Hours Later – Purgatory

Although you and Dean had been sitting in the cave for a while, you two were still having a slightly hard time catching your breath. Even though the two of you were used to running long distances, as running came with the job; running for that long and for that distance was something that neither of you were used to. You looked over at Dean, his chest going up and down rapidly like yours. “At least we don’t have any guests in here with us.” You said, gently grabbing his hand.

He squeezed your hand and nodded. “Don’t know for how long though.” His voice still sounded breathy like yours, but seemed like he was starting to catch his breath and calm down just a bit like you had been starting to. “Looks like nothing was ever here. Well,” he picked up what looked like a femur bone, “at least not for a long time anyway.” He threw the bone onto the other end of the cave before looking at you again. “Everything’s gonna be fine.” He tried reassuring you, but even he wasn’t sure he believed it. You wanted to believe him, you really did, but you knew that deep down that the two of you were fucked.

“We’re fucked Dean. You can say it.” You were blunt, your comment almost sounding cynical in nature. “I don’t think there’s a way out of here.” You hated to be like this; because it wasn’t normally like you to be this negative. Yes, there were times when you were the negative one of the group, but most of the time, you were always the one that tried to find a positive to every situation.

Dean seemed taken aback a bit by your comment, not used to you being this negative, but he understood where it was coming from; there was a part of him that knew deep down that the two of you were fucked. The only reason he was trying to make light of the situation or at least try and find some kind of positive was to try and make you feel better: because that was his job; to make you feel better, to feel safe. It was something that he had promised your parents when you had first joined him and Sam.

“She’ll be safe with us, with me. I promise.” Dean told your mother. Your mother looked over at you as you were placing your duffel bag in the trunk of Baby. You were standing next to Sam, and the two of you were laughing, smiling.

“I know she doesn’t want me or her father to know much about this life, about what she or you guys do in order to protect us but…that doesn’t mean I don’t constantly worry about her. I’m her mother, that’s my job.” Your mother looked at Dean, placing a hand on his upper arm. “Please keep her safe.”

“I promise to keep her safe, even if that’s the last thing I ever do.” Dean said, meaning every single word.

When he had made that promise to your mom to keep you safe, it wasn’t just a promise to her, or your father, it was also a promise to you and him. He didn’t realize it at the time, because the feelings that he had for you were very platonic, but eventually over the course of hunting together, being in close quarters with you 24/7, you eventually became someone very special to him; someone that he couldn’t stand the thought of losing, someone he couldn’t stand the thought of no longer being in his life, someone that he would end up falling in love with slowly until one day it just punched him in the face.

“Alright. We’re fucked.” Dean said, almost sounding like he was giving up.

“See? That wasn’t so hard to say.” You smirked, but not an amused one. This situation that you were in was far from amusing in the slightest. “You know what’s weird?”

“What’s that Sweetheart?” He asked.

“I’m not even remotely sleepy.” You leaned your head on Dean’s shoulder, who responded by pulling you close to him, one of his arms wrapped around your shoulders.

“You know, I’m not tired either.” He responded, kissing the top of your head before resting his head on top of yours gently.

“Want to know something crazy?” You let out a small chuckle.

“Always.”

“I want to know how sex would work in Purgatory. Like, I think voyeurism would most definitely be a concern. But, it’s also got me thinking about fear kinks too.” You had no idea why your mind had come up with these scenarios or situations, because sex was something – at this point in time – pretty far on the backburner. Yes, you loved having sex with Dean, and the two of you loved being intimate together, but having sex in Purgatory was something that you knew probably was not going to happen.

Dean looked at you, raising a brow. “Huh.” Was Dean’s only response. Before you had brought it up, it was something that he actually didn’t think about, which was surprising for him; because whenever there was even a few minutes alone together, you, him, or both of you would initiate some kind of intimate interaction, since it was hard for you two to do things with Sam being in the room. Well, it wasn’t like you hadn’t, you have when he went to sleep, but it was something that neither of you necessarily had wanted to do because the two of you loved the sounds you made; Dean especially loved the sounds you made specifically. “Voyeurism and fear kinks? Sounds like a party to me.” He half joked.

Your Parents House

“I’m worried about Y/N.” Your mother said, pacing back and forth in the living room in front of your father who was sitting on the couch.

“I know. But there’s really nothing we can do.” Your father replied. “We’re not hunters.”

Your mom looked at your father, her face was no longer filled with worry, but something more serious. “Just because we aren’t hunters doesn’t mean we can’t just sit here and do nothing.”

“What did Sam say on the phone?” Your dad asked, getting up from his spot on the couch.

“He really didn’t say anything. He just said that Dick Roman was dead and he wasn’t sure if Y/N, Dean, or Cas were okay.” She wished Sam had given her more information then what he had given her. She understood why he couldn’t – partially because he didn’t know anything, and partially because he had made a promise to Y/N that he wouldn’t give her parents any kind of information that would incriminate them; meaning, making them targets for supernatural beings that could use them to get to her, and the boys.

Your dad thought for a moment, trying to remember any kind of information that you may have told him or may have overheard when you would talk to your mother, but everything was coming up blank for him. “I wish she shared more.” Before you had went into the life, you had always been a sharer, sometimes to the point where you actually overshared to people that you didn’t even know. But once you joined the life, you had started to become more closed off, because your trust in people had started to dwindle. The more time you spent in this life, the more you had lost. You felt like there was no point in sharing intimate details with people that were just going to end up dead a few months after you met them.

Purgatory

You wished you knew what time it was, but there was no way of telling here. No matter what, the sky above you was a never changing gloomy overcast. That was one of the things that you had missed, and you never really realized it until you and Dean had gotten here: you had missed the way the sky changed. You missed the mixture of the purple, orange, and pink hues whenever the sun was setting or rising. You missed the way the clouds would move throughout during the course of the day. You missed being able to look up at the sky and see millions upon millions of stars at night. Even though you missed all of these changes, changes that you took for granted during your time on Earth, two things that you seemed to miss most of all was the sun and the moon. You missed the warmth of the sun radiating on your skin, and you missed the look of the moonlight when it hit the water at night. It was simple things you missed.

“I never realized how much I’d miss the warmth of the sun.” You sighed, as you started to whittle one of the ends of a very large stick you and Dean had found directly outside of the cave. The two of you ventured out just a few feet outside of the cave because Dean had spotted two very large sticks that could possibly be used as some sort of weapon as a means of protecting yourselves – at least for now; because besides that, you had two switchblades and two hunting knives between the two of you, and you both knew that it wasn’t going to be enough, despite both of your Jet Li level fighting skills.

Dean looked up at you, doing some whittling himself and nodded; some pieces of wood flinging from his stick and knife. “I miss pie.” You smiled. “Bacon cheeseburgers, my Baby.” He blew on the end before looking at you again. “At least I got one of my babies with me.” He smirked.

“I hope you’re talking about me and not the hunting knife in your hand.” You teased, blowing on the end that you had just whittled. Dean simply just winked at your comment. His wink caused you to roll your eyes jokingly.

“So, between us we have two switchblades, two hunting knives, and two very pointy sticks.” Dean stood up, placing his switchblade into one of his pockets along with his hunting knife. “Awesome.”

“I know it’s not ideal, but at least we have something.” You stood up, the large stick in your hand as you looked at Dean. “The hardest part is –”

“Besides running for your lives?” Dean interrupted.

“Besides that – what we have can’t kill every monster that we may come up against.” Even though the two of you had hunting knives, switchblades, two very pointy sticks, and the two of you were able to fight, you knew that not everything here was going to be easily killable or be able to be killed with the items in your possession. “I’m sorry, I just…” You trailed off, really unsure of what you were going to say.

“Hey.” Dean placed a hand on your shoulder. “We got this alright? If not, we go down swiggin’. On our terms.” For the first time since being here, you actually had a strange sense of ease.

“I love you.” You gently smiled, and he smiled back.

“I love you too Sweetheart.” He cupped your face and leaned down, pressing his lips against yours. You were the one that deepened the kiss, not realizing it at first as you found yourself wrapping your arms around his neck. For a split second, both of you had forgotten where you were, as he pulled you close to him, wrapping his arms around your waist. A sudden snapping of a twig was heard between the two of you. Breaking the kiss, but still having your arms wrapped around each other you looked at the entrance of the cave.

“Dean…” You removed your arms from his neck, him doing the same with your waist. You went into your jacket and pulled out your hunting knife. Out of your peripheral you saw Dean doing the same, both of you entering a fighting stance. As the two of you looked at the entrance not moving a muscle, a low growl was heard between you two which started to get louder and louder with each passing second. “Looks like we have company.” You whispered. A pair of red eyes suddenly appeared.

“You ready?” He whispered.

“Ready.” You responded back.

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asideofchaos · 5 months

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I’m bored so have some random II headcanons!

OJ makes the contestants furnish their own rooms (based off how Fan and Paintbrush’s room only has beds, but Balloon has a desk.)

Soap is scarily good at fighting games. Pickle once held a gaming tournament and Soap swept the competition.

Multiple contestants have been banned from the kitchen, normally for being dangerous while cooking or for making food abominations

Yang only found out he was allergic to gluten after eating the Bright Light’s pizza.

Cork became close friends with Salt and Pepper after FFF4, so Test Tube gave her a back-up version of the timeline-teleporter thing so she could visit whenever she wanted.

Test Tube still wants to bring back the dead, but has ran out of ideas.

MePad frequently generated wires for Toilet to find so he wouldn’t get lost while looking for some.

MePhone did not check the ages of the contestants before letting them onto the show, which is how Cherries got on despite barely being 12.

Dough and Bow are half-siblings, which is Dough knows Bow but Bow doesn’t know Dough

Bot and Goo once “borrowed” Fan’s camera to go explore the forest after Soap told them about she defeated the ghost haunting a mansion within the woods. During their adventure, they almost ran into Taco but couldn’t find Purgatory Mansion.

Nickel accidentally taught Bot how to curse, and made them promise to never repeat what he said in front of Fan and Test Tube.

Taco likes to sleep in Test Tube’s lab, somehow she has not been caught doing this.

MePhone still has some of 4S’ code in him, but is unaware of it.

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Hiya! You wouldn't mind if I put in an request? If so can I get the side characters from obey me with a demon read like maybe they're out on a peaceful day and suddenly an explosion goes off & so they go check what it is only for demon reader to jump in front of them holding their missing arm and them being dirty from all rubble n stuff & them saying "this fight is so amazing!" with an wicked smile on their face and a tent of pink blush of them getting excited fighting another demon , I wonder how the side characters would scold demon reader

Diavolo

Mans just wanted to enjoy the tea that Barbatos had set out for him when there was a sudden explosion

He teleported so quickly, and was in the exact right spot for you to come flying out and making you both fall to the ground. He was glad that he cushioned your fall, though.

Diavolo picked you both up from the ground, only to see you missing an arm but with a full smile on your face

“THIS IS AMAZING!” You exclaimed with a sadistic look on your face

Oh hell no. He is taking you to the nearest hospital so that you can get your arm reattached, and before you can protest he has you over his shoulder.

He makes sure to give Barbatos a call and explain what happened, also so that his butler can get a chauffeur en route

In the car, he is scolding you for being so reckless, but you can tell that it comes from a place of love and worry.

Low-key, it also came from a place of jealousy because you got to do all of these crazy and wild things but he’s stuck in the castle doing work

Barbatos

He was serving the young master some tea when he saw an explosion in the town. He noticed it was near where you lived, so he was understandably worried.

Once he got there, you were thrown out the window and landed right beside him. He thought you were dead until he saw your chest heaving up and down

Upon your face, there was a smile, and right next to you there was your disattached arm.

“That bastard has no idea what’s coming for him” you said with a menacing aura as you started to get back up

All in vain, however, since the butler picked you up in a bridal carry and teleported the two of you to the hospital so that you could get medical treatment

After informing Diavolo about what happened and you were in the hospital, he went to go deal with the demon you were fighting against

Then, when he went to go visit you in your hospital room, he gave you a 2 hour lecture about how you should be more careful

Not that you listened to any word you said. You were a very chaotic demon, so the chances were leaning towards you going through something like this again

Solomon

Mans was just tryna pull a Harry Potter and practice his spells when he received word that you were in a very bad fight

Upon arriving, you were promptly thrown out of one of the windows, and Solomon had to use a Wingardium Leviosa so that you didn’t have a rough meeting with the ground, but your arm did not fall under the spell

You were smiling and laughing aloud, as though this were a very amusing and entertaining party or something akin to that

“I wanna go again!” You exclaimed

“Too bad”, the sorcerer responded, and he grabbed your arm and floated you to the hospital so that you could get it reattached

He let Purgatory Hall know what happened and asked them to inform the brothers as well as Diavolo and Barbatos that you were in recovery

Solomon definitely scolded you, but he found it hard not to laugh throughout the entire thing because the whole situation was hilarious

The Brothers had gone to deal with the demon who caused you harm since you were like a sibling to them, as Solomon stayed by your side

Simeon

He definitely saw the explosion a few blocks away from Purgatory Hall, and he realized that you were in that area on an unspecified errand

So, he quickly went over just in time to see you being thrown out of a window like a character from a cartoon show, and your arm following after you

The angel stood over you, and you had a dazed smile on your face. He thought you were going to make a guardian angel joke but instead you shouted this:

“I WANT A REMATCH”

Y/N did not get their rematch, as they were princess-carried to the hospital so that they could get their arm healed

Simeon let Solomon know about the happenings of the day, and told him to get takeout because Lord knows that the sorcerer can’t cook

By the way, his lecture about violence not being the answer went on for 6 hours with a slideshow presentation that Luke had made a while ago

He’s never going to let you live this down, and I hope you know that. Each day, he will be giggling at your misfortune,

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