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tracle0 · 1 year

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I want to talk about magic systems in The Spiders Song (and it’s sequel) and explain ideas I have that may or may not make it into the actual book.

Let’s start with sigils.

Sigils are the common name given to magic in written form. They are a manifestation of the Squids magic, and it’s servants are able to tap into its abilities to write their own sigils. It is, however, a lot more complicated than that.

See, the Squid is the god of writing. That’s pretty much it. It’s magic is manifesting other magic in written form, for communicating ideas to later generations or giving you an experience or warning strangers of something. Inflicting an ill will on them. Whatever! Sigils are versatile as a result. They can communicate a wide range of things, channel a wide range of magics. Every single strand of these magics has a source, and not a single one of those sources is the Squid itself.

Basically, sigils have their own language you need to learn in order to channel magic correctly. The language is not random; it could be called the gods tongue, if gods had their own physical form and spoke. You make a sigil by writing down the god in question who’s magic you want to channel, and then twitching and tweaking it to fit the specifications best.

Mmmm say you wanted a sigil for encouraging strawberry growth in your garden. Why wouldn’t you? Strawberries are delicious. To do this, you’d want to channel the Deer - god of nature - and then tweak the name, so rather than the full force of nature coming down on your little garden, you have the magic target strawberries specifically. How this is done is a matter of opinion. Maybe you’d have it target red plants, and accept blooming roses into your life as well. Maybe you’d target the shape of the leaves, the abundance of seeds, the creeping vines… whatever. More complicated sigils may target multiple factors, to narrow it down to a strawberry.

So Deer + specification of a strawberry - and hey, you’re good to go!

Well - provided the Deer doesn’t notice.

Gods have servants, see. People who, from birth, gods sponsor and give them use of their magic. So they do share magic… but only with certain people. Servants to the Squid are at risk of a god noticing their magic going somewhere they don’t intend it to go, and unleashing their wrath on the unlucky bugger who caught their eye. In this example, the servant would very likely be fine - the Deer has a lot of servants, and so doesn’t notice when a stray hand may be pulling magic in another direction. But there’s always that risk, and more private or attentive gods would likely notice if their magic is drifting in places it doesn’t like.

You may be wondering why anyone wants to be any other servant if a servant to the Squid can just use any magic. Beyond the two stated reasons why - servants being chosen from birth with no input from them, and the risk they run using their magic - there’s also the factor of weaker magic being channeled through sigils. It’s not as pure, not as perfect, not as direct as a servant using magic. Like.

God —> servant is how it works for a typical servant. Direct flow of magic.

God —> Squid/sigil —> servant is how it’d work for sigils. Less direct, interference in the middle. The magic is still, yknow, magic… just a bit more patchy.

So sure, you get a wider range of magic, but there’s a constant risk to using it, plus the less direct results, plus limitations by what you can write and tweak… mmm

What else. Mmm. The study. You have to know a gods name to be able to use its magic, and it is a very exact science. You have to write it exactly, no room for unique handwriting or whatever - and that’s not even mentioning the fact that a lot of gods names aren’t even known! Or that you’ll want the tweak the sigil to your desired effect! You have to get the exact shapes and depth and size of the sigil perfectly exact, and figure out what can be tweaked in order to make your sigil work how you want. It’s laborious work compared to servants who look as if they just “poof!” And make a thing happen.

(they do not just “poof!” And make a thing happen, all servants have to study various things to various degrees, but servants to the Squid often have a poorer deal).

I do think it’s worth mentioning that you can have multiple gods in one sigil. Moth (warmth) plus Axolotl (biology) could give your body a boost of warmth in a cold environment, or something similar to that.

A lot of servants to the Squid often have tattoos of useful and frequently used sigils. This does require the sigil being made for repeated uses - some are one-use only.

Oh, obviously you also have to write out the sigil you want to use. You can do it Luz-style, where you pre-write a bunch and activate them later, or you can do them on the fly.

Any servant to the Squid can activate any sigil, unless specified otherwise in the sigil. They can also specify that non-magical folk, or non-Squid servants can activate or deactivate a sigil. A common example of this is locking sigils, to keep doors locked - a cheap one may just lock a place, and the more advanced ones specify that X and Y can unlock it, and only those two people.

I think that’s all I’ve got for you today. Peace

#TSS #TCD #Worldbuilding #writing #original writing #I spent about ten minutes trying to find a good Toh gif of magic being used but alas could not find any #Also I was lying I have more to say in the tags teehee #Atlas pretended to be able to use sigils on tss a lot. This is because their magic and god are not believed to exist #And they would rather not be labelled as such #This secret does not last through all of TSS but they give it a good go #In TCD there was an idea for a while that they would revert back to their old lie of being a servant to the squid #But claim that they had figured out the Spiders name - hence being able to use illusions still #This would also be found out to be a lie except on a bigger scale this time and they would be labelled as a spiders servant #Which - amongst other things - would contribute to them leaving their home for a while and joining a circus #This would be post-plot originally. Just my idea of what happened. Atlas runs away and joins a circus #And then when they feel healed and ready - come back home again and work in the local library #Primarily taking over the duty of reading to the children who come #Which would be awesome in terms of them learning to read Better as well AND in terms of the cool lil illusion shows #They’d put on. Learning to use their magic for something good and kind rather than. Fear and terror haha #That’s a lot of rambles for not sigils on a post about sigils. What else.#There’s likely going to be a very powerful sigil involved in TCD which I am excited for #I also do not know what any sigils look like at all. RIP to that #Next post I might do about healing maybe because I like the Axolotl. It’s a fun god. Oh maybe I should talk about some gods attitudes too #We’ll see!#Trade-marked

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noxtivagus · 8 months

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changed my theme after so long :lipbite:

#🌙.rambles #i'll fix my tags next n priv more old posts :>#hs senior year now wahh sm has happened in like two weeks n life is great #listen to hozier's new album !!!! absolutely crazy i'm never getting over it i love all the songs so much urghdhskhfjsjfs #OKAY BUT i think apollo n i r gna start watching good omens tonight bcs long weekend ^_^#oh wait i might change my pfp here but idk #after tumblr i'll fix my twitter (i refuse to call it x)#hehe i wna talk to my moots here again 🫶🏼#i've been meaning to talk to lots of ppl again bcs being at school w my irls n stuff has rlly made me regain my energy but #time ><#SOON THOUGH !!!! i miss tumblr n the ppl here ☹️#& write more teehee i cld finally get to making that writing acc soon 🤭

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kisasiblings · 1 year

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what do you mean obliviation isnt the canon version of dra? as far as im concerned yamato and mikako never died :]

#au tag #obliviation au #miss nat onion is consuming copium again teehee #nat's rambles

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candycryptids · 6 months

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Oops 🥴

#nothing like waking up from a not great dream and then finding a blog FULL of my favorite guy #🤭 teehee. it will happen again. I tried so hard to be normal in the tags this time #I have to finish writing my thing with Urianger and my WoL… I’ve started it like 5 times and scrapped it to start over #cos I can’t decide some core details. what started as haha practice Urianger’s speech patterns became #‘how does the WoL process grief? where does he go?’ and that’s been a sticky trap ever since #I’ve worked out some key thoughts but I’m also playing minecraft rn #like instead of ffxiv not actively rn I wanna grab a nap rn lmao #which is all to say I wanna view some xiv content/locations in their contexts during the part I’m writing this in but SURPRISE I haven’t #actually played that far on him yet w o o p s #it’s cos I got sidetracked w doing arr beast tribes and valheim and Minecraft #tag rambling sorry i struggle with the idea of standing in a post and writing directly there

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radicalrobotz · 7 months

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its been forever since i first redesigned poppy but im still so proud cuz her old design(s) sucked soo bad and now shes so so cute

(old art but its still relevant loooooooook)

#im drawing her again n e ways teehee #i am soooort of redesigning her kiiiinda mostly just so she fits my current style mostly just her clothing #its more poofy cuz i like drawing hoodie sleeves n stuff alot #also was thinking about her old design(s) again.#idk if she counts as a redesign actually or moreso. repurposed?#her name comes from an unrelated character whereas the character i redesigned was completely overhauled here #old design that wasnt called poppy was kinda ugly. she was like purpleish i think but a really sucky palette #old poppy where i got the name from was green... and ig both old ocs had similar premises so they could just count as one idk #i dont know if i was thinking that when i made old design not-called-poppy #WAIT I JUST REMEMBERED I HAD A THIRD WHOLE OC TOO SHE HAD LIKE ZERO CONSIDERATION IN POPPY except maybe that she was pink.#i couldve looked at third girl and been like hmmm pinks cuter.#old poppy and third girl actually co-existed but w/e #i have to go out tomorrow idk why im rambling in the tags at like almost 2am jesusss

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othercrossee · 1 year

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My characterization of Adarida is so

Irida is tired, she rather deals with work alone, and showing emotion that might make her look weak isn't an option. With self-worth the size of a pea she admires the vast region and wishes she could open herself up more to what the world could be, and what it could bring for her and her people (though this proves to be more challenging than she previously thought) She doesn't trust others much, which worsen many relationships and cause communication to be tense with anyone at all, especially the elders. Irida feels closed off, she's afraid almost, they couldn't possibly move forward for the future of the hisui region or the clan if the elders prefer their traditional views, its suffocating but what can she do? She's.....sure she can do something, alone. God knows how grateful shed be if someone come and lift some weight off her shoulders, how easier would life be if she could show a hint of her true feelings?

Adaman on the other hand, He's confident in his thoughts, emotions, decisions, and everything he does. No time for bullshit so when it comes to irida distrust of herself, it annoys him to no end. Unlike her, he trusts his people, and even if hes a rather strict and organized leader, that gained him a trusting reputation and steady support. Spending his time so wisely and quickly, one thing that he fears is second-guessing his thoughts, or being given something so mind-boggling it requires him to take up more time out of his day for even a moment. A roadblock is dizzying and procrastinating on it is even worse, he needs a second way to look at how things should be done but god forbid he agrees with that thought. Disappointing logic, he still didn't wanna show that someone like him could have an issue surrounding how something should go....even if it clouds his thought so bad he could die.

So basically, irida ( am I doing this right? Am I?? I am horrible and don't deserve love🧍‍♂️) and Adaman ( I am doing so well if I'm not I'm fucking killing myself 👍)

#z rambles #TEEHEE FOR ME #once again if u have any criticism for how i characterize them i will cry 🙏#you will see this #tag for shit like this i need #z stews

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sweatervest-obsessed · 8 months

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You're Keeping Me Down

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader (she/her)

WC: ~5.8k

TW: mentions of trauma, mentions of Maeve, kissing, previous relationships, swearing, alcohol, so much crying, bad decisions, girlbossing

A/N: ayo....angsty teehee. I hope y'all like it! It's a sequel to Dedicated to New Lovers and was inspired mainly by Sara Bareilles's Gravity, some Harry Styles, and other sad songs. I hope y'all enjoy it!! I really do love reading all of your comments, and tags, and feedback because it makes me so happy to know you guys are enjoying the writing!! <3

“You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them.” ~Maya Angelou

Something always brought you back to Doctor Spencer Reid. No matter how hard you tried, no matter how much you fought it, something about the universe could not keep you away from him for too long.

It was like the two of you were attached at opposite ends of a string, always pulling you towards one another, ignoring whatever you had been feeling beforehand.

There was nothing you could do to escape him. You had tried traversing the globe, studying in Greece and Turkey, or taking vacations in the most remote villages of China; you had even done a two-week expedition traveling to Antarctica. But somehow, some way, Spencer Reid stayed in the back of your mind.

Sometimes, it was like he was right next to you. You could still feel him next to you in your bed, or if you were alone in your car, your hand was absently reaching toward the passenger seat, only to feel the leather and not his leg.

Maybe it was because all of those stupid little facts he had spouted to you were resting in the back of your mind, popping up when you’d come across anything he would have told you about.

It was something you missed. He would just ramble on about anything to you, watching the joy on his face as he continued to speak, so grateful to have an audience, to have someone who cared. But you’d have to remind yourself that Spencer chose her as his audience instead of you.

Her.

The guilt of Maeve’s death followed you around more than Spencer did. At first, it was anything to do with therapists. The thought of choosing someone to speak to outside of your circle was a betrayal you had felt, and you couldn’t bring yourself to do the same. Then it was your distrust of your friends, watching as they became less and less frequent in your life.

Work was all-consuming. You knew this fact well. Being one of the top profilers in the FBI meant that news of your transfer went fast, and the job offers came even quicker. But you decided to take some time off to rediscover the girl you once knew, someone outside her job.

The BAU was simply your life for the past eight years. You worked at the BAU, you dated inside of the BAU, and your friends were all within the BAU–It was honestly a joke that it all had decided to come crumbling down once you felt secure in your life, in your job, in your relationship.

You had filed the paperwork that allowed you to take two months of paid leave, not to leave the department. Your social media suddenly became filled with images of Ancient Greek monuments, Italian Vineyards, the French and Swiss Alps, and cities you once only visited in your wildest dreams.

Escaping reality was the best way to rediscover who you are. And so you tried.

When you returned from your two months, you had walked into the BAU bullpen and straight to Hotch’s office. Your skin was tanner, and your hair was a bit lighter from all of the sun. You were suddenly this confident woman again, but you weren’t who you were before, making you nearly unrecognizable.

“Y/N, please come in.”

You smiled warmly at Hotch, giving him a quick hug.

“You look good. How were your travels?”

You smiled and leaned against the wall, not wanting to sit since that meant you would be here longer than you wanted.

“It was everything I needed it to be, Hotch .” You nodded to the file on his desk with your name on it. “I take it Garcia ‘accidentally’ discovered my file and decided to drop it off?”

Hotch sighed and opened the file, looking over at you. “Of course she did. I thought you were just transferring after your leave; I didn’t know you were leaving the Bureau entirely.”

You nodded, a sad smile making its way onto your face.

Hotch looked at you, replicating the same sad smile.

“I wanted to tell you in person since I didn’t want you to find out via paperwork, but I should have known to come to your office first and then file it instead of filing it on my way to your office.”

A soft chuckle passed through Hotch’s lips as he nodded. “We’re going to miss you more than before, Y/N.”

“I won't be gone forever, Hotch. You can’t get rid of me that easily.”

“I know.” He rounded the desk, giving you a quick hug, arm on your shoulder. “You have my number.”

You gave him a quick smile, nodding, “Don’t worry, Jack will still be getting weekly updates about my travels, and expect a box of goodies occasionally. I have to uphold my reigning title of the coolest aunt ever.”

As you left Hotch’s office, you didn’t notice Spencer at the coffee station. You didn’t see as he watched you quickly drop a note off on Emily’s desk and another on Derek’s desk before stepping into the elevator for the last time for the next two years.

You didn’t notice the heartbreak in his eyes, and you didn’t notice the fact that he had overheard as you told Hotch you weren’t coming back to the FBI at all.

But somehow, you found yourself back in that same elevator, visitor badge clipped to the new dress you had received as a gift from a friend during your month-long stay in India last year. The fabric draped across your body, highlighting how beautiful your curves were, and the colors brought out this newfound radiance in your skin, your eyes, your smile...

Color was the newest development in your life. The BAU meant that everything was in professional shades of blue, black, white, or maybe a subdued purple or green if you felt risky. But suddenly, your wardrobe burst through the rainbow as you experimented with patterns and shades, basking in this newfound joy beyond the world of suits.

Eighteen months of experimenting–with life, with colors, with places you called home, with love.

You had two brief “love affairs” as Garcia lovingly called them. One was only two weeks long, but the other was a few months. Yet both were missing something special and could barely converse with you. Maybe that was how Spencer felt. And the sex wasn’t all that great either.

And yet, after Eighteen months, an award, four nominations, a cat, a mediocre short-term relationship, and one groundbreaking dissertation that led to a Ph.D. later, you found yourself back in that damned elevator.

You inhaled sharply as you heard the tiny ding, doors opening up to a sight that made your stomach twist. It was truly bittersweet to be back, to visit the place that once carried everything in your life, and to have it be so foreign to you.

But what was not so foreign was how one Derek Morgan looked up as the door opened and his eyes filled to the brim with light.

“Well, well, well, look who it is.” He dropped his file on his desk and met you in the middle of the side aisle of the bullpen, pulling you into a bone-crushing hug. “My woman.” He muttered into your hair, giving you an extra squeeze before pulling away slightly.

“What’s up, sexy.” You laughed, thrilled to hear he hadn’t changed too much while you were away.

“I’m sexy? Have you seen yourself recently?” He laughed, and you gave him a twirl, eager to show off one of your favorite dresses. “And where did you get this? Wait, wait, let me guess.”

You pursed your lips, failing to hide the smile that was beaming across your face.

“Was it your time in Taiwan? No no…Pakistan?”

“So close. India. Maybe next time, champ.” You patted his arm, turning your head at the gasp behind me.

“Do my eyes deceive me, or is that Doctor Y/N Y/L/N, world traveler extraordinaire?”

“JJ, you saw me three days ago.”

JJ pulled you into a hug. “Yeah, over Facetime,” she grumbled, not even trying to pretend she was upset at the sight of you in person. “You seriously have to stop sending Henry so much stuff.”

“Some of it is for the other one, too.” You muttered to her, knowing she wasn’t fully public with her pregnancy at the BAU just yet.

“I’ll be right back, I promise, I just have to say hi to Hotch first.” You placed your hands on their arms, turning towards Hotch’s office. As you went to knock on the door, it opened, leaving you face to face with the only person you weren’t ready to confront just yet.

“Hi.” He breathed out.

And fuck you, he looked so good.

“Hi, Spencer.”

You watched as a wave of emotion rippled across his face. His name almost tasted weird in your mouth, not something you’ve often said in the two years apart.

“I’ll, um..” He moved to step out of the way, letting you maneuver into Hotch’s office.

But you had also tried to move, causing you and Spencer to almost collide, causing his hand to barely grace your waist. A spark flew through your skin at the thought of his touch, causing goosebumps up and down your body.

You both muttered an apology, eyes not leaving the other until you quickly moved into Hotch’s office, causing him to move back, still watching as you closed the door in his face.

While you spoke to Hotch, catching up, Spencer was down in the bullpen at his desk, barely even trying to move them away from the windows.

JJ and Derek stood around his desk, looking from the office to Spencer and back again.

“She’s back.” He said simply when Kate approached them, wondering why they were all standing around, staring at Hotch’s office.

“Who?” Kate crossed her arms, looking between the agents, hoping for an answer.

Spencer said your name for the first time in a very long time. And it was almost as if his brain whirred to life, like some part of him had been dormant for a long time.

“Doctor.”

Spencer gave Derek a weird look. “What?”

“It’s Doctor Y/N Y/L/N now, Pretty Boy.”

Spencer let his mouth fall into a small oh, letting his mind sink deeper and deeper into the pit of you.

When you had originally left, Spencer decided to try and ignore you. It didn’t work, but he wouldn’t seek you out purposefully. He never looked up your name and tried to steer clear of the conversations involving you. But he wondered why you had never mentioned wanting to get a doctorate beforehand. He would have remembered something like that. He should have remembered something like that. ______________________________________________________________

The thought of Spencer’s fingers on your waist was the only thing you could think about for the rest of the day. Your skin hadn’t stopped tingling, and suddenly you wanted to drown in his touch, let his hands roam over your body and— “Stop it.” You said out loud as you put in your earrings.

Your mind wasn’t playing far.

“What did you say, sweetheart?”

“Nothing, just talking to myself!” You called back, sighing as you smoothed out the front of the dress you had changed into.

The team had decided to throw you a welcome-back party that night, generously hosted by David Rossi. And since they had all wanted an excuse to get dressed up, you gave them that much, meaning you had to dawn heels and a touch of makeup to accentuate the features you wanted. It also meant you got to pull out another stunning dress you had bought.

Celebrating your doctorate, which you completed a year early, you had flown to Milan with Emily Prentiss and decided to go shopping, which is how you ended up with the current dress you were wearing.

It fits you in all the right places, showing off just enough cleavage to be tasteful but maybe tempt something a bit more. You wondered if Spencer would like—

“God, I forgot how hot you look in that dress.”

“Emily Prentiss, I could kiss you on the mouth.”

Emily laughed and looped her arm through yours, staring at the two of you in the mirror.

“Thank you for flying in on such short notice.” You whispered, unable to take your eyes off of the reflection staring back at you.

“We can call the whole thing off right now…”

You shook your head and smiled at her. “It’s for me. And I really want some of Rossi’s cooking right about now. Especially now that I can compare my worldly experiences with the Italian Masterchef himself.” You laughed, causing Emily to laugh with you.

“Let's get going, yeah?”

The ride to Rossi’s house on the outskirts of Washington D.C. made for a relaxing drive, filled with updates from your best friend about each other’s lives, even though it had only been a month since you had seen each other last.

“I think you’re being perfectly reasonable, hun.”

“You’re saying that because all I do is cry these days,” you grumbled, kissing the head of the black cat in your lap.

Emily laughed and took a sip of her wine. “Or maybe I just know that you need a change of scenery. You’ve dedicated your entire life to the BAU and now you need to explore the entire rest of the world.”

“I think you just want to go to Greece with me.”

“You know how much I love Mamma Mia….”

You cracked a smile and picked up your glass. “Maybe Em, I’m not sure…I just…”

Emily watched as you looked up, trying to keep the tears from your eyes.

“I know he’s not worth the tears,” you mumbled, but you exhaled slowly. “It’ll just hit me sometimes.”

She stayed quiet, watching as you slowly worked through whatever was happening in your head.

“It’s like he’s right next to me sometimes. I…It’s like sometimes my own head is against me for not talking to him. I heard a song the other day, and I immediately turned to tell him something about it and–It’s like he’s ruling over my mind—” You huffed angrily. “I feel like I’m not making any sense–god.” You downed your wine and placed the glass on the table. “Maybe I’m just meant to wallow and drink wine and be completely useless for the rest of my life…past my prime, past my worth. I was so—I was so fucking sure he was the one…Like there's this strong attachment to my chest and I’m connected to him for eternity, regardless of whether he loves me or not.”

Emily pulled you into her arms while you cried, rubbing your back.

“You are so much more than him, hun. You will go out in the world, figure out who you are again, and stand so tall, just how you’re supposed to.”

“So tall.” Emily looked at you as she parked the car in Rossi’s driveway.

“Just the way I’m supposed to be.” You whispered, looking over at her, smiling. ______________________________________________________________

You’ve been to Rossi’s more times than you could ever admit, but it managed to take your breath away every single time. After his first wife had passed away, he had put in a garden near the edge of his backyard, providing beautiful color for you to look at from the porch.

Somehow, you always had a half-full glass, managing to have someone always get you a new drink when you seemed low.

You managed to talk to Jack and Henry, telling them all about the wonders of the world you had seen, then being pulled away by Garcia to discuss that brief love affair you had in Argentina, which then led to telling Derek about your time in England, studying for your doctorate.

Gratefully, you excused yourself when Rossi announced that dinner had been served, leading you to the tables set up in the backyard, filled to the brim with all your favorite foods. He had simply done too much.

Dinner was filled with smiles, laughs, and chatter about the ‘good ol days’ and the newer memories being made. You had become acquainted with Kate Callahan, Emily’s replacement. She seemed nice enough, but you both were hesitant of one another.

Spencer was sitting across the table from you. The two of you would catch glances at one another, passing moments where you couldn’t help but notice the way the wind ruffled his hair or the way the garden’s fairy lights reflected in his eyes.

“So, what brings you back to Washington,” Hotch asks you the question every person at the table has been dying to hear the answer to.

“Oh! Well…” You blushed slightly and shrugged. “It’s not that big of a deal, but I was just offered a position at Georgetown as an adjunct professor. If I take it, I’ll teach classes for at least the next semester. That is if I like it more than King’s College in London..”

The table erupted into congratulations, ending with a toast from Rossi.

You all raised your glass in “Salut”, and took a sip from your drink, but you couldn't help but look at Spencer, who was already looking at you.

Excusing yourself from the table, you went inside quickly, walking towards the kitchen sink. You ran your hands under the cool water before splashing it across your face.

“Y/n…”

There it was. The moment you had been dreading. The two of you were alone, no one else to buffer you, no one else to take your arm and drag you to the dance floor.

“Spencer.” You turned around, your body leaning against the sink. God, you felt so small, so unable to watch yourself.

“That’s a–that’s a beautiful dress.”

“Milan.” You mused, fiddling with the ring on your pinky finger, unable to look away from the man before you.

“Ah.”

The silence hurt. Watching the two of you must have been painful because you could feel it. You once told this man everything about yourself; he once knew how your day went by one singular sigh. He could have told you what you were in the mood to eat for breakfast just by how you woke up.

But now, you didn’t even know what to say.

“Georgetown.”

You nodded and looked down at your nails, seeming that they felt like a safer bet to look at. “Yeah, uh…should be fun. Can I–” You looked up at him. “Can I ask you something?”

Spencer’s head nodded, and you pursed your lips, looking out the window and watching as your friends and family all laughed together and ate together.

“When I was…um.” You cleared your throat, willing away the tears that had instantly sprung to your eyes. “When I was packing up all my stuff two years ago…I found the…W-Was it for her or…” You braced yourself for impact. Waiting for him to respond.

Spencer’s eyes glassed over, and his mouth formed a small oh. He fiddled with his ring finger and looked out past you through the window. He couldn’t bear to watch the travesty he was about to cause.

“You.”

“Oh.” Fuck this. Fuck. You had sobbed over finding it for three hours while packing and then sobbed again as you moved out. Somehow, hearing it out loud was worse.

He was going to propose to you.

Spencer Reid had wanted to marry you. And god, that hurt. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, and then he told you that he wasn’t in love with you anymore.

You didn’t care if you were reserving a spot in hell for yourself by damning an already dead woman. Her death meant Spencer could feel an ounce of the grief you just dug up. A sliver of the pain.

Suddenly, you felt his hand on your jaw, a thumb on your cheek, wiping away the tear that had escaped your eye. “I am so sorry.” He whispered.

And that broke the damn.

He pulled you into his arms, and you let him, surrounding yourself with Spencer. Letting the smell of his cologne wash over you, letting him squeeze you tightly like he used to so long ago. The feeling of his chest rising and falling gave you such comfort that your brain was screaming at you to run away from it. You had finally built all your walls back up; you felt as if you could finally exist, but here in his arms, the world was silent.

In his arms, you felt fragile; you felt so small. All of the strength you had was gone. And it felt so fucking good to not have to be the strong one, the person with the brave face.

“I’m so sorry.”

His lips kissed your hair, arm running up and down your back, trying so desperately to bring back that sense of comfort he once could provide you. And it was fucking working. God, why was it working. Why did it feel good? Why couldn’t you pull away?

“Spence…” You mumbled into his shirt, that had been stained by your tears. You shook your head. “I can’t…We can’t…”

He pulled away from you slightly, eyes saddened, and you couldn’t tell if it was because you were rejecting him or because he still loved you just as much as you loved him.

“I love you.”

You pulled away from the kiss, hand on his chest, smiling brightly at him. “What?”

It was the most beautiful you had ever looked, Spencer decided.

Your lips were puffy from how much the two of you were kissing, hair messy from his hands running through it, eyes wide with just as much love repeated in his own.

“I love you.” He repeated, smiling beyond measure.

“Say it again.” You mumbled, yanking him back down to your lips, kissing him again and again.

“I love you so much, y/n y/l/n.”

You pulled away, laughter filling up the entire room. Pure joy echoed and bounced off of the walls.

Spencer bit his lip, pulling away slightly. You hadn’t set it back.

“Spence…” You cupped both cheeks with your hand, thumb rubbing over his bottom lip. “I love you too.”

Just saying it caused you to giggle, full of love and pure joy.

Loving anyone else would have caused you to gag–it still does.

But the memory makes you shudder, causing you to step out of his arms, quickly wiping away your tears or trying your best to.

The thought of love made you want to rip your head off. It made you want to sink to the bottom of the ocean and never resurface.

Spencer said your name, making you shake your head.

“You don’t love me Spencer. You haven’t for a long time.” The admission caused a resurgence of tears, making him take a step towards you. “No, Spencer, no.”

You shook your head again. “I-I can’t…you hurt me. You…you left me for someone you had never even met. She was–god.”

“I never loved her the way I love you.”

“No.” You whispered, chest heaving. “No, no. You can’t..fuck. Don’t say that shit–why would you say that shit to me.”

“Because it's the truth.” He said softly, too calmly for you to just ignore it.

“How can you stand there and say that to me? You don’t mean it—You can’t..” The past two year’s worth of therapy, of moving on, of becoming your own, came crumbling down because fuck, you didn’t know what to believe anymore. “How can you just…You don’t fucking mean it.”

“I know you don’t believe me, but I–”

“Don’t believe you?” You laughed at that, tears mixing with the stabs in your chest, dropping past your mouth as it laughed and laughed and laughed. “Then why did you fucking leave me. Why–Why–Why did you tell me to move out and…God Spencer, why did you come here tonight.”

You were almost hysterical at that point; all Spencer could do was watch. He couldn't touch you because every time he tried, you’d move away or lose some part of your mind even more.

“What about me was so–so–so, so boring, so understimulating to you, so desperately ignorant that you told me you didn’t love me anymore, that you kicked me out of our home, that made you reconsider wanting to marry me. And you know, I get it, I do. You found someone on your level intellectually, I get it. But still, I thought I was going to spend the rest of my life–what did she have that I didn’t, huh? What about her made her more appealing to talk to than me? ”

“She…”

“She what, Spencer.”

“I wasn’t–”

“No.” You were leaning back against the counter, trying to gain some semblance of yourself back from the spiral you were on. “Don’t lie to me. Don’t give me some ‘unworthy’ thought process because maybe you’re fucking eidetic memory doesn’t remember all of the conversations we used to have, but I fucking do. I couldn’t cut them out of my skin if I tried, and god did I try.”

Spencer stared at you, dumbfounded. He didn’t know what to do; he couldn’t function. All he could do was watch the pieces of you shatter all over, reliving the exact moments you were, but instead of being able to make it right, all he could watch as you closed yourself off more and more.

“Y-you tried?”

“God, Spencer, did you even look at me during those months.”

“I…” He just looked at you, really looked at you. “I couldn’t.”

You scoffed, wiping away the tears on your cheeks, and straightened out your dress.

“The only fucking thing I know is that if I don’t walk away now, then I will hate myself for the rest of my life for letting you talk me back into loving you again. And the worst part is, I still do. I don’t think I could ever love anyone again because of how much love I have for you, after everything we had been through, but—”

He kissed you.

Or you kissed him.

You weren’t sure.

But all you knew was that his hands were on your waist, and your hands were on his cheeks, and his lips were touching yours, and everything felt so right within the world, and your body was against his and just–

“Fuck.” You quickly pulled away, both of you panting, staring at one another, unsure about what happened.

You two just stared at one another for what felt like forever until you heard Emily call your name from the porch. You took another step away, back against the kitchen counter, smoothing your hair and crossing your arms.

Emily walked in and eyed the two of you, misreading the tension as something more antagonistic from before than what had actually happened.

“Uh, Rossi made you a cake…” She looked between the both of you, watching as you nodded at her, standing up fully. You followed behind her, sparing one last look at Spencer, who was just looking at where you were standing.

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“Uh, hi, sorry, could you point me toward Agent Hotchner’s Office.”

The person whose shoulder you tapped turned around and gave you one of the most beautiful smiles you had ever seen.

“Well hello, gorg–”

“Derek. Don’t be rude.” The woman next to Derek had elbowed him in the ribs, preventing more HR training for the both of them. “Hi. You must be Y/n. I’m Penelope, and that’s Derek, don’t mind him.” She looped her arm through yours and started to lead you towards the little staircase on the side of the room.

“Hotch’s office is right up here.”

“I–Thank you, Penelope.” You smiled at her.

“I’ve read your file.” She whispered, smiling back at you. “I’m really excited to work with you because you are one impressive woman, let me tell you.”

You blushed slightly, about to respond, but Penelope had knocked on Hotch’s door, causing a voice to tell you to “come in.”

“Welcome to the team.” She pulled away, leaving you to enter Aaron Hotchner’s office for the first of many times.

You opened the door and smiled at the man at the desk. “Hi, I’m–”

“Y/n Y/l/n, You have a very impressive resume. Please, take a seat.” He stood to shake your hand, gesturing to the chair before his desk. You quickly scanned the photos along the walls, the books on his shelves.

“Everyone knows who I am before I know who they are.” You laughed slightly, taking the seat.

“Yes, well, We’re all very excited to have you join us here.”

The memory of your first day hit you like a wave when Aaron pulled your seat out for you back at the table outside. You stalled for only a second, but it was long enough for any of the various profilers at the table to notice something was off.

You smiled through the speeches, and you laughed at the jokes and cried at the sweetness of your friends, but you were somewhere far away, dreaming about the moments that led you up to where you were.

“And that is why I am glad to have you back because clearly, the universe respects you enough to let us all come together to celebrate the return of our Y/n.” You raised your glass and cheer with Rossi, standing up to hug him.

“Now.” You smiled at all of the faces that looked up at you. “Let us eat cake!!”

The table erupted and while Rossi cut slices for each of you, you sat back down, listening to what Garcia was telling you, but your eyes kept darting to the person directly across from you.

You could feel his eyes any time they were on you, and you knew they were fleeting glances, but it was just too much.

“Want to take a walk with me through the rose garden?”

You nodded, standing up and accepting Derek’s arm, letting him lead you towards the garden, enjoying the fresh air and the sudden weight off of your shoulders. You couldn’t feel his gaze anymore but you knew he was still looking at you.

“What’s next on your list of adventures.” Derek looked at you, watching the millions of emotions race across your face before settling on a smile and a shrug.

“I’m not sure yet. You know about Georgetown, but I don’t know about D.C. anymore….”

Derek nodded and pulled out the chair at the small wire table. It sat under a trellis filled with gorgeously bloomed roses and baby’s breath. The smell was almost overwhelmingly fragrant.

You gratefully took it and watched as he went and sat across from you.

“You looked like you got a bit overwhelmed back there.”

“What happened to not profiling me like I asked?”

Derek chuckled, “It’s not profiling if it’s written on your sleeve.”

You sighed and looked out at some of the flowers. “I don't…”

He let you work through it in your mind, just glad to keep you company while you figured your shit out.

Eventually, you spoke up. “It’s weird.”

Derek hummed in agreement.

“I don’t know. Just. I felt like I was doing so well, and I was becoming my own person, figuring out who I was, and then I come back here, and suddenly I’m back to being that twenty-two-year-old kid who breezed her way through the academy. It’s like I did everything in my power to end up where I did, and then the universe told me I fucked up and should have done something else.”

“I don’t think you fucked up in the slightest. Do you know how many people you saved?”

You went to brush off his comment, but Derek didn’t let you get a word in.

“I know your entire world got completely fucked over, but you were meant to be in BAU. You were supposed to be there. I cannot think of my life without you, I know Garcia can’t, and I know Emily would tear you a new one if you even brought up to her the possibility that you being in her life was a mistake.”

“Yeah, and now I’m thirty, with a doctorate and a cat, and no idea what to do with my life.”

“But you also just spent the last two years seeing the world–how many countries did you go to…”

You pursued your lips, trying to count in your head. A blush spread across your face as you mumbled the number.

“Sorry, wanna repeat that for me?”

“At least fifty…”

“That’s what I thought.” A very proud look crossed Derek's face, smiling at you.

You looked down at your left hand, fiddling with your ring finger. No matter how hard Derek tried, no matter how much you enjoyed his company and the way he was keeping your ego healthily inflated, you couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that you could have been married–you could have been happy.

“He told me when he bought it.”

Your eyes snapped to Derek’s, and he looked at you with such soft eyes.

That was something you had always loved about Derek. No matter how much he cared for you, no matter how gently he was being, he never treated you like a piece of glass.

“He, uh, I was the only one he told.”

You nodded, waiting for him to continue.

“When did you find it?”

“When I was moving my things out of the apartment.”

“Damn…”

“Yeah.” You laughed. It was colder than usual but still antagonistic at the whole situation. “I…um. I found it on the last day when I was cleaning out my bedside table. He knew I never went into the bottom drawer because I literally never kept anything in there, but I checked because, you know, I was asked to leave, and…there it was. It was just…It’s ironic, really, how perfect it was, too. They say that if a guy can’t get the ring right, then he’s not the one for you, but no one preps you on if it’s the perfect ring, perfect size, but you had just broken up two days before you found it…”

Derek nodded, letting you ramble.

“I feel like I’m being weighed down by a million different things, yet they’re all him.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

“I have no fucking idea.”

"Sometimes good things fall apart, so that better things can fall together." ~ Marilyn Monroe

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Tags: @lilrios-world @gubzgirl @mynameisnotokay @hereforfun22-blog @yoursarahg @mega-kittyglitter-1 @onlyspence

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yjncvltmoved-to-keiho · 1 year

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txt reactions . . . 🎧 them having a breeding kink

+ pairing txt hyung line × gn!reader (afab) + tags smut, implied established relationship(s) + contains dom/sub dynamics, dom!txt, sub!reader, degrading, praise, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it), breeding kink, daddy/master kinks, yeonjun's has exhibitionism teehee + words 421 - 01m:32s + note this fic belongs entirely to @yjncvlt; reposts not permitted

≡ ꒰ choi soobin ꒱ ⌕

he loves the sight of his cum just near your pussy, so seeing it dripping out of you was ten times better.

part of him wants to lick at your pussy as his cum slowly leaks out of you but he stops himself, instead just admiring his work.

"fuck look at you," he whispers through his panting breathing. "look at that pretty cunt, covered in my cum. such a good slut."

he leans down and presses a soft kiss to your clit, making you buck your hips into his face.

"what, want me to make you cum again? needy thing."

and what's exactly what he does.

≡ ꒰ choi yeonjun ꒱ ⌕

he makes sure you know he's going to do it before he does, rambling filthy things into your ear as he nears orgasm.

"want me to fuck a baby into your pretty pussy, angel? make you all full of my cum like a good fucktoy."

he moans out a loud "fuck, i'm gonna cum' before doing so, moving one of his hands to rub your clit as fast as he can so you can cum around his cock while he fills you.

he reaches for his phone before he pulls out, making you keep your legs open for him so he can take a picture of his cum leaking out of you.

"i'm gonna have to show my friends that one," he whispers, smirking at the fucked-out smile you get on your face

≡ ꒰ choi beomgyu ꒱ ⌕

he hadn't thought much about breeding before you brought it up.

"gyu please, please cum inside me," you whimper, teetering on the edge of an orgasm when he slows his hips.

"awe, my pretty toy turned into a breeding slut didn't you?" he coos, his tone almost mocking as he uses his hands to push your legs further apart

"beg for it and i'll cum in you, baby."

when he says beg, he means it.

he'll make you plead for his cum while he fucks you, his hips rocking at an agonizingly slow pace.

when he finally does let you cum he makes you look into his eyes, watching you struggle to keep them open while your orgasm washes over you.

you clenching around his cock pushes him over the edge just like he wanted, cumming deep inside you.

"such a good slut taking all of my cum," he whispers, kissing you softly and keeping his cock inside you for a few moments after.

+ taglist @kangfication [send an ask to be added/removed] + a/n this........ ohmygosh ALSO i swear i tried to do ot5 but writing the same scenario differently five times is ...hard

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mblue-art · 3 days

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i’m curious about your take on strawberry nightmare! to you, what’s he like? how does he act? what’s he all bout?

He is annoying (/aff hehe), and even more so to regular Nightmare. I tried to figure out (still am, I guess) how to put the flavor theming and '2P!' thing together, but here's what I have in my head for him ^^ (ramble warning!)

Finding out that the concept of '2P!' variants existed in UTMV too, made me happy! Usually 2P!s are inverted or flipped versions of the original character— think Fell'd or Swap'd versions in UTMV terms— so I thought:

Huh. If he's supposed to be a flipped version of Nightmare, would he have similarities with Swap!Dream? 🤔 But softer, nicer? 'cause he's also strawberry milk-themed! 🍓 flavors and aesthetics can be associated with soft, nice, sweet, cheery, and pretty...

(And sometimes, behind that pretty pink, lies red danger. While regular Nightmare clearly shows that he is a threat, S!NM hides it behind a layer of sweetness; (like a yandere— I explored yandere S!NM here), like a 'nice' character hiding their bad side—

But don't worry! Only those who are deserving of his wrath will face it. He's mean when he needs to. The simps are safe, as well as the people he cherishes! He can be a patient man. Just don't be on his bad side and you'll be a-ok! 👍(⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

He's like... If regular NM decided to go uwu for the bit, but forever.........(/hj)

He is friendly, a flirt, flips between being all cutesy and rizzing up the simps,

nicely offers you (suspicious— he loves making people doubt LOL) pink sweets in exchange for company or simply as thanks for spending time with him

(A king can feel so lonely sometimes 😩😔 esp w/o his dear brother around... so maybe he has a massive pink house instead of a castle :] Oooh, imagine how pink and aesthetic the interior would be...),

likes messing with the original Nightmare (Ah!! NM hosting parties! Him getting invited! Yes, he'd def talk to the king of the castle but tries to be civil! This is a nice fancy party with lots of people around; he's not gonna ruin this for anyone 😤 he just wants to socialize!!)

(Yes he owns a few creative 🍓-themed suits, why wouldn't he lean towards his aesthetic 😤)

Like any Guardian of Feelings, he can manipulate/control emotions. He can pull out one's negative emotions to calm them down, and he can also make one feel nervous or any other mix of feelings in his presence, just like how his original counterpart does.

As for his role in the multiverse, I'd say he honestly just tries to have fun. Yk, jus a lil chaos. Teehee. No multiverse domination or anything, he just likes being a menace to people hehehe

An idea I thought of a few times is him hinting that he has visited Nightmare's castle (whether he actually talked to NM or not) by leaving strawberry milk (carton/bottle) in the fridge for the others to see and be confused by.

'hey guys where's my choccy milk? did any of you drink it?? it was my last box!' - 'why is there strawberry milk again... none of you drink this...' - 'who keeps getting this pink stuff'

NM eventually informs them about this visitor, and to be cautious, just... Don't drink whatever pink thing he leaves in the fridge.

I've never really thought of what S!NM's backstory would be, what him and his Dream's 'Dreamtale AU' would be, so right now, he's just... There one day (lol) with a brother that keeps? running away from him?? (His Dream is 🟦 instead of 🟨! (I saw an artist drew him as such) And while 🍓 is happy and excited, 🔵 is kinda gloomy... Interesting to see a happy Negativity Guardian and a grumpy Positivity Guardian...)

You can scroll through the #snm asks tag to read past (mostly simp) shenanigans with him, and you can also click these links for my other rambleposts about him ^^

#ask #mblue talks #m rambles #snm asks #took me a while bc i had to yoink the thoughts that were floating in the clouds orz #i'm still! interested about hearing people's takes on him too!! :D

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tojisun · 3 months

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Hi Sun❤️

Can you please clarify what is actuallypart of the dbf Simon universe(your canon)? I just got a bit confused

oh shit of course <333 and hi my luv teehee!!

main posts: intro post ; dear john (the start) ; dear john 2 (ft. price - sneak peak of the ending actually) ; dear john 3 (how simon fucks) ; illicit affairs

there are some smaller posts in the tag like: do the readers’ parents know whats going on? how simon is the type to tell u to ditch ur friends for him, etc! so pls do check out the tag for shorter rambles!!

im sorry for the confusion again :<

#anon #ask #dbf!simon #<- for all the posts!!

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onlinekitsune · 11 months

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#HYPEBOY: maybe you could be the one ♡

ೃ⁀➷ PAIRING, GENRE, WARNINGS: mammon x gn! reader, playful teasing and sfw affection, no established relationship but a lot of flirting, protective mammon teehee, no warnings!

ೃ⁀➷ SYNOPSIS: the plan was to actually study despite your hatred for it. you really did think you'd spend your night studying away, but when mammon barged in. you started to question if you'd get the night to yourself. and when asmodeus walked in, you really knew your night was already planned. abandoning your responsibilities for a night was worth it... right?

ೃ⁀➷ WRITER’S NOTE: hey…hi… long time no see… returning with part two!! so i hope you all enjoy!! knock on wood that i come out with part three quicker! i hope you all are doing well! take care of yourself, don’t forget to eat, stay hydrated, i love you!

dividers by cafekitsune!!

In all of your time in the Devildom, you never saw Mammon act as much as a cat as right now. He jumped from his spot and fell back beside you. You silently cursed Asmodeus for his timing, but were grateful that he was too preoccupied with his phone. A sigh of relief escaped you, knowing you didn’t have to explain the position you both were in.

“Oi, knock next time, will ya?!” Mammon barked. Asmodeus waved his hand in the air, still focused on his phone.

“It’s not like you ever knock!” He sneered, gracefully sliding his phone into his pocket. Asmodeus made himself comfortable beside you on your bed. He gave a small smile and batted his eyes. It was immediately clear what he wanted. “So… You’re coming along right?”

You bit the side of your cheek, knowing full well that you’d be drag to this party one way or another. Before you could get any response out, Asmo encased your hands and gave you his best puppy dog eyes. A small ‘tch’ escaped you. It was hard saying no to Asmodeus. He was your best friend! For the better… and the worst.

“Why are ya gettin’ so touchy feely with them! Keep ya hands to yourself!” Mammon protested, trying to wiggle your hands from Asmo.

“Hey! I’m trying to get them to go to this party! This was your job, remember!! You said you’d be able to do it with ease, hm?”

Mammon huffed, not bothering to reply. You ran your hands through your hair, tossing it when reaching the ends. “Fine. I guess I’ll go. But, if we get caught, I’m not taking the blame!”

Excitement shined through Asmodeus’ eyes. It was almost like a reflection of a shooting star passing through. He planted a small kiss on your cheek, causing Mammon to let out a soft scoff. Asmodeus leaped up, doing a small twirl in the process. “I knew I could count on you! You won’t regret it! It’s going to be so fun! What are you wearing?”

“Uhm… I didn’t think that far. I wasn’t-“

“Oh! You should totally let me dress you up! You’d be the cutest human there! Followed by the cutest devil there, of course! I could let you borrow whatever you want, come!” He rambled, pulling you up from your bed. You didn’t have a choice but to be whisked from your bed to Asmodeus’ room. Mammon reluctantly tagged along. Upon reaching his room, Asmodeus didn’t hesitate to leave you to compile an outfit. Leaving you alone with Mammon.

He pouted beside you, clearly annoyed with having to share your company. Though he’d never actually admit that to you. “Having fun?” You poked, nudging his shoulder with yours. He replied with rolling his eyes and returning the nudge back at you. “You seem a little tense? Maybe a bit jealous?”

Mammon’s eyebrows raised, followed by his face catering a soft shade of pink. “Me? The Great Mammon? Jealous? No way! A demon like me would never be jealous over a human, that’s stupid!” He uttered. You squint your eyes and tilted your head. Mocking the motions as if you were studying him.

“My little lamb! Come here, pretty please!” Asmodeus called, once again tearing you from your moment. You brushed a finger across Mammon’s back while heading towards his closets. “Stand here, don’t move.” He urged. Asmodeus held up various outfits, mumbling to himself. You lost count of how long you stood there after the third outfit. “This… this is the one. Now I have to get ready, off you go!” He finally smiled, laying the outfit across your hands. On your way out, you noticed Mammon had left. Despite your devious urges, it’d be best if you actually started to prepare yourself for this party.

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Midnight Party Train

Asmodeus, Mammon,+ 4 Others...

Asmodeus: Okay!! Party is in an hour!!~ We’re meeting in MC’s room!! ♡

Satan: Ok. Curses are already placed so Lucifer won’t catch us.

Beelzebub: Hm….. So Hungry.

Mammon: Stop ya droolin’… we’ll be there soon. Ya better be ready MC!!!

You rolled your eyes and sent a quick emoji in reply. You nervously eyed the outfit Asmodeus picked out for you and started to get ready. Minutes had pass as you put a little effort into your appearance. You decided to hold back but still put enough effort to look like you were going to a party.

Unexpectedly, Asmodeus was the first to enter your room. He excitedly ran up to you with his hands cupping his face. He was definitely proud of himself for making you look extra ravishing tonight. Satan and Beelzebub followed behind. You didn’t fully expect Satan to come along but was pleased anyway. The more the merrier, they say. Mammon was the last brother to arrive. Just a few minutes short of Asmodeus going to drag him here himself.

“Fashionably late?” You smirked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Mammon’s eyes flicked up towards you.

“Y-Yeah.” He managed to stutter out. He was so dumbfounded by how good you looked. You always looked good, but just something about this outfit just made you shine.

“Okay! We’re just waiting on…”

“Hey! Hope I’m not too late!” Solomon grinned, squeezing past Mammon. “You always seem to put yourself right in the middle of chaos, MC” Your shoulders shrugged, while a sly smile escaped you.

“Eh, What can I say? It finds me.”

“Okay! Enough chit chat!! Let’s go to this party!! Solomon?” Asmodeus urged, stepping towards the two of you. He chuckled and started conjuring a transportation spell. Within minutes, your room slowly began to fade away. Solomon had planted all of you a couple of feet from The Fall.

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