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shhh-secret-time · 3 months

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We need more of that Soulmate stuff! Can we get one with Stan??? I've such a weakness for our goth boy!

Oh and thank you for writing gn! It's such a small thing but it makes me feel good to read! 🫶

Of course you can! I love Stan and soulmate shit so literally any excuse! I'm glad my writing makes you feel good darling!

Warning: Strong Language, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, over use of the word skin and flesh, and a single shit excuse for poetry

Pairings: Stan x GN!Reader

The most annoying habit Stan had was chewing his bottom lip, so many things of lip balm used to try and repair his lips. Little discarded tubes of flavors that were the foulest thing he'd ever tasted, it was Kyle's idea, if it tasted bad maybe he could trick his brain into stopping the habit.

The second annoying habit was drumming his fingers on his desk, he was especially bad about it when he was younger. That was before the little marking on his skin started popping up. Little words and doodles on his forearm dancing on his skin. At first it freaked him out, he was fourteen and these weird little tattoos were popping up on his skin and then disappearing.

The third annoying habit was never learning to not go to his father when he didn't understand something. One would think after it backfiring so many times Stan would learn to go to his mother when he had questions. To his credit Randy did give him an answer. It just led to a whole ordeal of him telling the entire fucking town that his son has a soulmate and that his son was just like him when he was fourteen. It was embarrassing and he hoped that whoever his soulmate was didn't hear it.

Apparently, the little doodles and grocery shopping lists on his forearm was his soulmate’s handwriting and boy did they love to draw on their arm. Stan would be out in the football field practicing his throws when he'd feel the light brush of the pen across his arm. Which always lead to him fumbling a pass. Maybe he had to thank his coach for all the times he yelled at him because it was after one practice that he finally started marking on his arm back.

At first it was just to try and get whoever his soulmate was back. Taking a sharpie to the underside of his forearm, the big blocky letters spelled S-T-O-P. He remembers tugging down his sleeve with a grumble, thinking he would be free from the torment. Little did he know this was a declaration of war.

You were sitting in the science lab when it happened, working on your assignment when the letters appeared. Up until then you never saw something like that happen, so when it did you nearly dropped the beaker. Soulmate or not, who did they think they were to send such a passive aggressive message?! You excused yourself and hurried to the bathroom, ignoring the look of your partner. You pulled up your sleeve and glared down at bright silver words.

Stan furrowed his brows as his eyes scanned over the new message.

"Who uses a silver sharpie?! Are you kidding me?!" You hissed.

Well, you couldn't take that sitting down, could you? Your hands dug into the pockets of your pants to pull out the pen you always kept on you. Dragging the tip of the cheap pen across your skin, you wrote your little soulmate a loving note.

"Eat shit."

The font lit a fire in him as his eyes narrowed. Stan took the lid off the sharpie and drew a crude middle finger on his palm. Once he was satisfied with it, he pulled his gloves back on, maybe his soulmate didn't have gloves and would have to deal with that.

From then on Stan carried that damn sharpie everywhere. He would be in the middle of talking with his friends about something when he'd feel your words sketch onto his skin again. He would stop even if he was in the middle of something just to read whatever rude thing you'd come up with. It was Kyle who finally approached him about it.

"Dude you're gonna get ink poisoning." Stan almost missed the way Kyle scolded him, to focused on writing.

"I don't care Kyle! They're insulting the Broncos!" Stan hissed back.

"How did you even get on that topic?" Kyle rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I-...I don't know but I'm not going to just let them shit on my favorite team!" He looked up towards his best friend, Kyle could see the fire behind those blue eyes and almost chuckled.

"This person is supposed to be your soulmate, ya know? Like your forever partner."

"I know that! But it's like they know exactly what to say to get under my skin!" Stan groans as he caps the sharpie and slumps back against the park bench. "I mean...was it like this for you? You found yours recently."

The red head raised a brow at his friend, the question catching him off guard. "Hm...no? We got along pretty much instantly. Guess it helped they found me before I found them?"

Stan watches as Kyle presses a thumb into his palm. A warm smile plays across his lips as he rubs the golden letters. Rumors of Kyle and his soulmate spread quick, they were the talk around campus for a while much to Kyle’s dismay.

"But I get what you're feeling."

"You fight with your partner like this?"

"What? No! Not yet at least...I mean it's bound to happen eventually, but I mean the thing you said about their words getting under your skin." Kyle shook his head making the green straps on his head swing back and forth. Before Stan could respond Kyle held up his hand and continued. "They'll text me or say something to me and it just...feels like my heart is going to explode. The first time we kissed it felt like my skin was on fire, it felt intense. So... I think that might just be a side effect of having a soulmate. Everything is kinda turned up to eleven."

Stan just sat there and listened to him. He pushed his hands in his coat pocket and squeezed the sharpie, letting the words sink in. Leave it to Kyle to make him think about it more. Stan responds with a long sigh.

"... Maybe."

"Hey at least you can talk to yours. We had to go based off each other's thoughts...it's hard keeping my thoughts in control."

"Yeah, I don't know if I could live with that, probably end up cutting my hand off." Stan chuckles and looks down at his forearm.

Maybe he could swallow his pride a little and just take it easy. It certainly made sense now why your words were having such an effect on him. If everything was turned up to eleven like Kyle said, then maybe he needed to take a step back and try something else.

It wasn't until he was sitting in class bored again that he got the idea. He even went out of his way to use a different marker, one with a smaller point. Pressing the tip to his arm, he watched the bright blue ink bleed into his skin. Stan didn't really know what to write, it was hard to go from writing stupid insults and drawing crude things to something just mundane. He pressed his lips together and stared hard at the little blue dot until his hand started moving. Stan wrote best when it was in song lyrics or his poems.

Watercolor running down my skin.

It's supposed to feel cool but all it does is make my head spin.

You get under my skin like fire.

The tip of your pen bleeds me like sharp wire.

He pulls back and looks down at it with narrowed eyes. Stan can already feel the warm embarrassment spreading over his face and up to the tip of his ears. Quickly pulling down his sleeve again, he tried to push it out of his mind for the rest of the day. An hour went by before he felt that all too familiar feeling, it was something he was getting used to at this point. He looked down and his eyes widened in awe.

"Did you write that? It's good."

No smart-ass comment about his poetry. You didn't make fun of him for putting his words in a silly simple format. You just complimented it. Stan could feel his heart speeding up as he re-read the small sentence under his poetry over and over again.

"Yeah. I'm not good at communicating normally."

"Poetry is just easier for ya huh?"

"That or music."

"Really? You play?"

Stan grinned down as he started running out of room on his forearm, having to move to the surface of his arm now. His face getting closer to his skin as he hunches over his desk to keep writing.

"Yeah, guitar and a little bass. They're kinda similar."

"That's cool!"

"Do you play any?"

And soon his entire arm was covered in back and forths. Talking about music to whatever else the two of you could come up with. He learned about all your hobbies just as you learned his. You started keeping a little journal of all the poems he wrote you, all the little songs he'd write down across his. It was when you'd wake up to a poem, first thing in the early mornings. The sunlight caressing your entire body, wrapping you up like a hug.

The poems spoke of things like how he was excited to talk to you throughout the day. Asking you if blue was starting to become your favorite color. Did you think of him when you saw it? Things like how he was so happy to see you respond and that he thinks of you every time he strums on his guitar. You were just thankful he couldn't hear your heartbeat or see the way he made your face flush.

But there was that longing to finally see this person. You learned your partner was a he but the thought of asking him his name didn't seem to matter. It was like you'd known him your whole life, and because of him blue was starting to become your favorite color. So one night as you sat at your desk, you decided to just go for it.

"Hey. I just thought about how I don't know your name!" You had to move to writing with your non-dominate hand which made your handwriting a little shaky.

You giggled at the little doodle that came up next to your statement. It was a horrible drawing of Kirby pointing at the writing, but his face was scrunched up in disgust.

"I dunno. Didn't think about it."

You waited after reading his sentence, thinking he was going to continue. Nope. Nothing.

"Well, what is it??" You asked as you doodled next to the Kirby, a little frog wearing a hat joining the fray.

"It's Stan."

"What?! No way!"

You circled Stan's name with your pen and drew a bunch of exclamation marks. You knew a Stan; he was the quarterback at your university! He had three little friends that always seemed to follow him! He was the kid who brought a guitar to-

He brought a guitar to class sometimes.

He wrote in his notebook when he thought no one was watching.

He made your heart beat and the butterflies in your stomach flutter.

He was your soulmate.

Did he even notice you like you did him? Did he know you sat across the room from him in history? Or that you were his soulmate? Of course he didn't! He doesn't even know your name.

You break out of your spiraling thoughts when you see the blue ink across your skin again. "Pretty sure way. That's the name my mom gave me."

"You know what I mean dick! I know you! You're Stan Marsh! You live on that farm that's like an hour away from here in South Park!"

There was nothing for a while. Maybe you shouldn't have said all that, but the faster your heart sped the faster you wrote. You didn't think to slow down until you looked back at how hastily everything was written.

"You go to my university, don't you?" He asked.

"South Park college. Go cows." You doodled a little cow next to the response hoping to relief a little tension.

"Go to Stark Pond in an hour."

"What?! Dude it's like 6:30! I can't just leave this late!"

"I wanna meet you and I don't wanna wait. I'm already in my truck."

You could tell from the way the letters were spaced out and slanted. It was almost gibberish, gibberish that had your blood pumping. In a manner of seconds, you learned the name of your soulmate and you were actually considering going out. It would be around seven thirty before he actually showed up. You bit your lip and looked over at your car keys but only for a moment. When the thoughts of how he wanted to meet you were so bad he was willing to drive out again to see you. To see who you were. The fear of disappointing him did cross your mind, what if he hyped you up too much.

You knew Stan Marsh. You knew how pretty he was and how he could make a group of people follow him. You knew he had those beautiful baby blue eyes that seemed to go forever.

God you loved the color blue.

With a huff you grabbed your keys and put on some decent clothes. You waited at Starks Pond for that hour, you could have stayed home to wait but your anxiety wouldn't let you. Not the way your heart was still pounding, every minute that passed felt like agony. Pulling your jacket closer to your body, you almost leapt out of your skin each time a car would pull up; only to be disappointed when anyone that wasn't Stan got out or drove off.

When finally, a beat up brown truck pulled up next to yours. Your breath hitched when you saw movement, breathing out when you saw a familiar pair of red shoes. A blue hat that looked well-loved over shaggy black hair.

He was standing by the water looking around, he looked as nervous as you felt. Just when he thinks you're not coming do you finally find the strength, the feeling, in your legs to step out of the car. The cold air nipping at your skin, it felt like ice right now from the way your skin set ablaze. The sounds of your footsteps crunching against the snow makes him look back and his jaw drop.

"It's you."

"It's me." You respond with a little smile, your voice barely above a whisper.

Stan takes the initiative and meets you halfway, the two of you meeting on the worn out walking trail. It isn't until he steps into the moonlight that you realize he's not wearing his jacket, but you notice the ink going up and down his arms.

"You actually came. I didn't think you would."

"I almost didn't...it's cold you know." You shoot him a little smirk, changing the tone in your voice to a lighthearted tease.

Stan let's out a breathy chuckle, you can see the little puff of air that escapes his lips. He takes a step closer towards you. You can feel the heat coming off him, radiating around your body. "Yeah guess it is. Forgot my jacket."

"Were you that excited?"

"Are you kidding? Yeah! It's not fair you knew what I looked like!"

And when you giggled Stan felt himself walking on air. The way you made his heart soar from that alone. He'd never write something funny on his arm again, if he had something funny to say you'd hear it just so he could hear that laugh.

"Then I hope you're not disappointed."

"Wh... what? Of course I'm not disappoint- You have no idea how much I'm trying not to throw up right now."

"What?!"

"No! Hold on! That came out worse than I meant! I mean I'm nervous because- because you're so beautiful and-....and I'm fucking this up, aren't I?" You watch the panic in Stan's eyes as he scrambled to try and find the right words.

You broke his mind when you laughed again. If your hands didn't come out to take his he would have bolted, ran off to find hole to crawl into. Instead, your hands anchor him to that spot, your smile brings him back down just for him to get lost in your eyes.

"You do suck at communicating." You whisper and press a kiss into his cheek.

"Uh...yeah well...you're the one kissing me. So ...I must be doing something right." Stan mentally kicks himself for that comment, but he can't help that little competitiveness in him.

Stan doesn't let you get whatever you're about to say out, his lips meet yours eagerly. He knows whatever you're about to say is only going to make his face turn a deeper shade of red. When he pulls away and sees your eyes are shut and your lips still slightly parted from the kiss, he knows he's already in deep. Especially when you cupped his face and brought him in for another.

Everything felt like being turned up to eleven. Everything felt right. You felt right being in his arms like this. He never wanted to come down from this feeling and he was sure you felt the same.

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eclipsecrowned · 1 month

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lot of assumptions here i am not going to touch on because wow these sound like your problem and not mine, but anon, i really want you to look deep inside yourself and ask yourself why you are so uncomfortable with the thought of a wlw ship hypothetically infringing on your totally straight muse that you make up a predatory lesbian scenario to be mad about.

at least, i think that's what you're doing. i literally cannot follow your train of thought that me referencing a ship i have with a longtime friend somehow forces a dynamic onto your muse? like do you just assume i'm going to ship or even want to ship my muse with your hetty betty? i'm a dyke, not illiterate, i can read if someone's muse is incompatible with mine. i'm also not forcing anyone to write with this oc, or in fact any of them, bc at this point i'm not even advertising i'm in the fandom.

which tells me you're either an extant follower, someone trawling for every variation of your muse's name including when it is censored (which btw usually happens for a reason, don't do that to yourself), or you're circling my blog looking for something to bitch about and just stumbled upon me talking about one of your past muses.

but like tl;dr i wasn't talking to you, i'm referencing a specific ship rather than pushing my oc onto every version of a canon, and frankly i don't want to write with you after that weird pseudo-homophobic left turn.

#anon hate //#homophobia //#I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF THAT'S WHAT ANON MEANT IT'S JUST WHAT LITTLE I COULD GLEAN FROM IT???#drama //#I THINK???? FUCK ME DUDE SERIOUSLY I CAN'T GET A GRIP ON THIS HOW SMOOTH IS YOUR BRAIN IT IS JUST SLIDING OUT OF MY FINGERS --#out of stories

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hier--soir · 8 months

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i want j miller phd to defile me in his office

#same anon same #smooth brain city #no thoughts just joel’s desk joel’s desk joel’s desk joel’s desk #anon #ALP #💌

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tricitymonsters · 7 months

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How is the game development going. Doing good?

whew yes! Thank you for the check in! Sorry for the hermitude, going quiet when I'm focused or a little stressed is kind of a bad habit of mine orz orz!

Let me give you a status report of where things have been at:

Programmer and UI/UX designer have been hard at work overhauling the game's look and implementing all the UI features I want to include. This is an intense task that originally, I thought I would be able to implement on my own but I overestimated my coding skills. Passing this task off to two experts will result in a much higher-quality experience and right now, I'm kind of giving them space to do their thing.

I have mostly written the intro chapter that will serve as the "hub" from which you choose which RO route you'll be going down. This chapter has a strong focus on opening up more of the setting and its mysteries to the player as well so that a full story can be told through each route as it unfolds.

I am currently working on packing as much polish into this chapter as humanly possible. Visual effects, more backgrounds, more music, more sfx, Steam achievements, etc. I've implemented a CG gallery where you can view your unlocked CGs as well as a music room where you can listen to the OST. I really want the intro to shine.

Atlas is currently working on sprite pieces for the Enforcer monsters and then will be moving on to the intro's unlockable CG.

I've also done some work on upcoming chapter releases. Once the intro chapter releases, I want to do VASTLY quicker updates to add story chapters in rotation so I'm trying to get the jump on a lot of the writing and coding that needs to be done for those.

All three routes have been outlined/mapped out.

Still waiting on 2 sexy pinups from the Kickstarter rewards to wrap up. Once I have all three complete I'll begin distributing them to backers.

The Kickstarter character Q&A is mostly complete, the text has all been written and I'm laying it out in a visually impactful PDF as we speak. This will be distributed as soon as I'm finished, hopefully early next week.

As of right now, the intro chapter is still on track for an early Q1 release on Steam (Itch.io will follow shortly thereafter), though if things start to look like they need to be pushed back a little or something, I'll be super proactive in communicating that to yall (just like when the Amir concept chapter was pushed back, I'll make sure yall know what's going on). But yeah! As of now its a lot of business as usual/ no real hiccups to report, I've just kinda had my head buried in the meat of the project for a couple months now.

OH LEST I FORGET. Kickstarter merch will begin manufacturing at the end of 2023, meaning that I hope to start shipping rewards in early Q1 as well. I plan to send out backer surveys for shipping addresses as close to fulfillment as possible to minimize the need for corrections. >:3

Manufacturing will take several weeks to a couple months depending on various factors, one of which is that I will be reviewing samples to check for quality and between production and shipping, that will probably eat up several weeks on its own.

SO yeah, I've kinda been working at this stage for the last few months and it feels like there's less to report as I've got my fingers in about 20 pies right now instead of focusing on and then completing one task at a time. But game dev is kind of the practice of wearing many hats and sometimes I have to split my focus in funky ways. But we're still on schedule, which is one of my highest priorities!

#thank you so much for asking #sometimes i need the reminder to pull my head out of my work and Interact With People #i'm sorry it's my smooth chicken breast ass brain #but i am alive and I am working >:3 #bless you anon

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eyesofshan-if · 1 year

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Pengu

Stay.

If that's what you expect me to say, you're wrong.

Our relationship meant nothing to me.

I can't say that,

I loved you.

And to be honest,

I hated you.

I would be lying to myself if I said,

I want to talk to you.

Why is everything so different now?

You might have an answer to share.

But before you do.

Leave.

Now read it up from bottom to top.

⬇️

🪤↩️🆒

⤴️🆓

*gets lost on way to cheesetrap*

#asks #poetic anon you must understand that my brain is very smooth

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duncanseyebrowpiercing · 2 days

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“Stop making me cry” is like so (insert total drama character here)-coded

sorry bit confused, could u clarify whether you mean a song or the actual phrase?

#brains too smooth for this sorry anon

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mlm-blues · 7 days

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i think faggot mouse and the lizard guy might be dating

possibly

#asks #anon #my brain is so small and smooth

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danganronpa-mm-au · 8 months

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How do werewolves work in this world? Are they just humans with canine ears and tail so can they transform themselves into actual wolves in different ways like a Zoan?

In this universe, werewolves are basically humans with canine ears, tails and legs (they don't *have* to be wolf traits. Other canines like jackals or foxes are also called werewolves for simplicity's sake) but during the full moon, werewolves can and often do transform into their "full" forms, for lack of a better word. Again, that doesn't always mean wolf. Usually they are bigger than the regular animals and can still talk. The transformation is more of an urge and werewolves can be more irritable or grumpy during the time around the full moon because of that.

Hope this makes sense :) I don't know Zoan so idk if that is how he transforms or not

#anon question #danganronpa #mythical monster au #totally didn't pull this out of my a**#cause my brain is smooth #and I don't think these things through :)

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wlw-cryptid · 1 year

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as a carpenter butch with real strong hands, i'm always daydreaming about a pretty femme asking me to give them a massage 😊

Want a soft, warm little femme in your big strong hands? Gonna be massaging out all those little sighs and squeaks and accidental moans from her poor back? 🥺

#c-carpenter butch? 😳#she speaks #anon #asks #i want touch . i want touch so bad it makes my Brain relax #im passionate about this ok. it would be so nice to be helped out of layers of clothes oh so gently. hands brushing my skin as its exposed #talkin soft and affectionate and playful w maybe a kiss or two #layin down and getting in position and maybe being helped into position #relaxing and blushing and being TOUCHED . rubbed ALL over #brush my hair out the way. rub up n down my spine. smooth hand over back of my neck n my upper arms and my sides #then the gripping and the squeezing all those tense areas . and the soft flesh of my hips #i need skin contact so bad #could also hop up and straddle my back and ohh nooooo i feel butch bulge against my ass oh noooooo im pressing back against it #also like. strong hands. putting myself in the care of a butch w nice hands . the intimacy #anyways. thinking about woodworking. need me a butch who knows how to handle a saw

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downinthedevildom · 5 months

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Hi! I hope u are doing well, i saw u were doing match ups and i wanted to request one.

Idk whT to put uh ill explain my personality.

I have a mmbti what whatever as enfp, i am also an aries.

Im 5’4

I am shy at first but once u get to know me just am very outgoing.

I have bad handwriting and insecure alot but even then i act social and put a front up, making sue no one around me is sad. Though i tend to babble and ramble alot;

Anyway uh i like to bake and draw, i dont like to party nor stay inside slot so im in the middle when it comes to being social and not.

Even though im a scaredy cat im not afraid to stand up for others. I am an air head but love to read and learn new things. Thats all ill put lol but ye

Ty!

-🍒

Hello lovely 🍒 Nonnie <3 it's been a HOT minute since I've written any kind of match-ups so please forgive me if it's lacking. I am but a weenie wiggling my way back into the word vomiting :') (Matched by Angel💜 ) ANYWAY! ONTO THE MATCH UP!! I match you with Lucifer!

At first, he would probably not pay much attention to you, your shyness keeping you quiet and reserved. (out of sight out of mind vibes.) However, as you grow more comfortable in the House of Lamentation and grow more bubbly and open his eyes will start to drift to you more and more and over time he will find your personality endearing and infectious.

Your handwriting? not an issue, I mean... I HC that Mammon's handwriting is a garbled mess of scribbles so he would probably be used to it. Though he may tease lightly, as long as it doesn't upset you too much or even convince you to practice. though that would be more for his enjoyment. what do you mean you can't concentrate sitting on his lap? Obviously, this is the best position to be in so he could circle an arm around you, grasping your wrist to assist you in learning cursive ;)

You bake? instant up points for 1, you will be able to make delicious desserts when it's your turn to make dinner, and his baby brother Beel will be happy. (yes, he will also demand to try your bakes before anyone else. he has to make sure they are suitable after all.) and 2, being in the kitchen with you, you baking and him sitting at the kitchen aisle while he drinks his coffee watching you go about your work, well I believe he would find those domestic moments to be a perfect recharge for him. Finally allowing him a moment of respite and a few perfect moments to recharge.

Your middle ground of sociability would be a good thing for Mr Morningstar. We all know this man has to be social when needed or when accompanying Dai to functions or whatnot, but he also thrives in his alone time. Thus you will always be the perfect plus 1 for him, matching his middle-ground energy and he would have to worry too much about you getting out of hand at parties. When you both feel a bit too socially drained? time to make a little escape together and recharge without anybody questioning it.

Finally, your bravery would be a huge point of pride to him. Sure you may be scared easily but you do not let that fear control you when you need to protect what you love. Standing up in the face of danger regardless of how terrified you are? well, that's true bravery and you should be proud of yourself. He probably would tell you so at some point. after a particularly scary moment, he will let you know how much he respects you and how you should be proud of yourself. Fear does not control you, you control your fear.

Honorable Mention - Satan!

Again your half-and-half social standing gives cat vibes. we all know Satan is a cat in demon form at this point. one moment getting all the attention and the next he vibes in his room to read and chill out. you could both spend hours just relaxing quietly together in his room, spending time together reading without saying a word to each other. but those moments are so important to him because you are there. But then again, when he gets invited to any restaurant opening, concert, sports game, or anything else from his mass of contacts? well, you will be right there with him. perfect spontaneous date nights are inbound! :3

#🍒 nonnie #a wild anon appeared!#obey me #obey me!#obey me matchups #obey me! matchups #obey me! lucifer #obey me! mammon #obey me! satan #obey me! beelzebub #obey me! belphegor #obey me! beel #obey me! self insert #obey me x reader #( matchups . )#answered ask : angel💜#i have complety forgotten how to tumblr. please hold while i smash the knowlage back into my smooth brain :3

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