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icallhimjoey · 12 days

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Reinvent Love

♥ ♥ Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Joe are treading new waters. You’re no longer flatmates, but still close. More than friends, but nothing defined. Nothing labeled. Determined to not lose what you have, though. But, can you?

CW / disclaimer: rpf, fem!reader, language, adult themes, jealousy, accusations, soft fluff, season 3 of my flatmate!joe

Author’s note: the first cracks; they're here - and, again, you don’t need to have read define close or explain us, but it’ll obviously give you backstory, which might help!

Wordcount: 3.6K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

It was silly. Joe was being silly.

He knew it, and felt so stupid for it. Like, in hindsight, the worrying felt so dumb. The constant milling shit over didn’t change anything, there was no real point to it. Although, maybe you being on his mind in this... new manner was what summoned you last night.

You just showed up, talking about a crazy day, no sad pouts, no needy touches. Just jittery movements and a lot to tell him.

Joe kind of sat back on his sofa, spread out and leaning into his left elbow and watched you pace around his lounge. Something about something a colleague had said that then turned out to be lies and you found out something by overhearing a phone call you weren’t meant to overhear – Joe was barely following along. Didn’t really try his best to, if he was honest.

He was moreso paying attention to what you were actually doing – were you even aware that you had started grabbing random things he had left lying around on his coffee table, on the kitchen island, on the counters, and one by one, put everything away where it was meant to go?

Joe pursed a smile as he realised you knew exactly where everything went. Why did that make his chest ache in the best of ways?

This new casual form of intimacy seemed so small, but Joe felt how it smothered that little grain of doubt that resided in his chest. That little grain that had convinced him that you were probably going to fall into a new routine with your new flatmate after he moved in and, then you would probably grow close to him and Joe knew how you... no.

No.

He couldn’t think that.

It wasn’t fair on you. He caught himself trying to finish the thought a lot, but he knew it wasn’t fair. Wasn’t true. He didn’t even fully believe it. It was this thing. Still, he also couldn’t help how it simultaneously made him grow a little more possessive and made him want to prepare for the worst.

But, she was here, he had to remind himself.

She’s here.

And she was wandering around his space, letting her train of thought flow freely from her brain into his living room and he used to witness this all the time when you lived together still. Joe realised he’d actually missed it a lot, and wasn’t that the whole point? That he got to miss you now?

God, Joe missed you a lot and you were right there and he could just burst at the seams at how fucking lucky he felt.

He was a just normal guy in a normal flat with a normal relationship– well, normalish relationship, anyway. Not that you had talked about anything yet. Of course you hadn’t. But it was pretty fucking obvious what this was. So he had started shrugging whenever someone would ask if you were actually together, which felt a lot better than the forever, “No, we’re flatmates, what are you talking about?” he used to throw at people, practically gaslighting them out of whatever they thought they’d witnessed between him and the girl that he used to live with.

It was working. The plan he had made, this vague idea of normalcy; it was working out the way he had wanted it to.

And yea, sure, you were getting a new flatmate and Joe had a difficult time not feeling some type of way about that, but, he had made the decision to move out and, look at you now.

“Do you think I can get a raise out of this? Or at least get a weird bonus, mid-term?”

Joe had a hard time not laughing at your question as he saw you had already mentally moved onto something else. You were stood in the middle of the room, both hands on your hips, eyes scanning the room. Everything tidy and organised.

“Joe, when did you last clean?”

Joe followed your gaze up into one of the corners of the ceiling.

“I cleaned today.” Joe said, knowing you’d likely not take it as an honest answer. You had lived together, remember? No fucking way was Joe ever going to feel the urge to maybe sometimes swipe a feather duster across the upper corners of his living room.

You shuddered at the thought of what resided behind his curtains there.

You sighed and tutted and turned back to Joe’s kitchen like you were going to start cleaning his fucking ceilings at half past ten at night.

“Hey, no. No, no. Stop. Will you come sit down a second? My god.” Joe huffed, feigning annoyance. When you turned on your heel and giggled as you scurried over, Joe let a laugh escape his throat just before you let yourself fall into the cushions next to him.

He hooked an arm around your neck to pull you in so he could press his nose into your cheek a second. You gladly let him, and when he held you close like that for longer than you initially thought he would, you suddenly realised you’d just been talking about yourself for twenty minutes straight.

Just barged in with unimportant thoughts on your mind that you just verbally vomited right into Joe’s space. You knew it was mostly nervous energy that was only there because your new flatmate picked up his keys earlier, which now meant there was every opportunity for someone to just... walk into your flat at any given time. That had unexpectedly brought on way more anxiety than you previously thought it would do.

Hence why you decided to just... escape it, and went over to Joe’s to spend the night there.

Joe was pressing his nose into your cheek and held you in place for a bit before he moved his head down, hiding into your neck a second.

“You okay?” you asked softly, head tilting down a bit.

“Mm, yea, fine.” Joe inhaled deeply, before pressing a few small kisses to the crook there and moving back to look at you the in eye. He unhooked his elbow from around your neck and placed two cupped hands on either side of your face, swiping bits of hair back in the process.

Joe was leant all the way back into the sofa, head squished in between two of the back cushions and you took a moment to look at each other. Joe studied your face and rubbed his thumbs across the apples of your cheeks until you grew shy.

“You look tired,” you softly said before Joe sat up a little and leant closer. It had you close your eyes just before scrunching up your nose as he kissed the very tip of it.

“I am tired.” He mused, copying your nose scrunch when you blinked your eyes open again, and Joe looked so soft. Sort of pleased with life, happy to be where he was and like he’d just had a really good productive day. He blinked slowly, eyes only half open, and looked sleepy enough to slip right into dreams the second his head would hit his pillow.

You loved him like this. His hands on you, all soft touches. Comfy and cosy and calm. Just you and him. No one else. No threat of someone randomly walking in.

This was perfect.

“Mmm, me too.” You smiled and let Joe grab one of your elbows to pull an arm across his stomach as he sat back again.

“I’m not surprised. You’ve just done a 5K as you tidied this room, I think.”

You huffed a laugh as you sank into Joe’s side, and then you sat like that in silence for a moment. No TV on. No phones in sight for some easy distraction. Just you and Joe and the view of his living room.

“Are you okay?” Joe suddenly asked, emphasis on the you, and you tried hiding the small, hitched intake of breath by quickly nodding and casually going, “Yea. Fine.”

You could feel how Joe tucked in his chin to look at you.

He waited. Wasn’t going to tell you, “No, be honest...”, but also wasn’t going to accept it and move on. It was still like that. He knew you were lying, and you knew he knew, no words shared at all.

So you sighed and took a second, and then said, “Josh picked up his key today.”

And you didn’t want to explain what that meant.

Didn’t want to tell Joe that, for a while, this existing-in-two-flats thing had just felt like a bit of a joke. Just the two of you playing and being silly about whatever you really were. You still sort of thought of him as a flatmate because he still came over all the time, and you went over to his all the time too. You existed in the same space almost just as much as before, sort of.

But now a new flatmate was actually moving in, and suddenly, it felt like reality had slapped you right across the cheek like it had done that day that Joe moved out.

You’d gotten to hide away for a lot of that.

And there was no real hiding this time around.

You couldn’t go home and pretend Joe was going to move back in eventually, because now Josh’s things were going to be all over the flat. Which was fine. Josh signed a lease. His things were allowed to be all over the place.

It was just... things were getting real now.

Shit was real.

“Which reminds me,” you suddenly piped up, pushing uncomfortable thoughts down, tucking those away for another time and place. “This is going to save you some money!”

You saw how Joe’s mouth slowly stretched into a smile as he watched how his own feet rubbed against yours. Then he caught himself and quickly furrowed his brow, saying, “No, I don’t think it works like that.”

You copied his expression, but were more confused than anything else.

“Of course it does. Josh signed the papers, he’s going to start paying rent now, you–”

“I said that I had taken care of things, didn’t I?” Joe interrupted you, fingers playing with the folds in your sleeve of the arm that rested over his stomach. “Can’t just not keep a promise like that.”

You blinked at him a second, then moved to sit up to stare at him harder. If both Joe and Josh paid rent, that basically meant that you... got to live for free for a while? That math wasn’t mathing. One plus one wasn’t equalling two here. You looked around Joe’s flat and tried to think of his own expenses, and... what the fuck was he doing?!

“Joe,”

“You’re not going to be able to talk me out of this.”

“Joe.”

Joe ignored you and faked a yawn, sped it up along with stretched out arms above his head and quickly said, “So tired. Bed?” before getting up and leaving you on his sofa as he left the room.

“You’re insane if you think I’m just going to accept that!” you called after him and heard him laugh from down the hall.

“Did you not just say you were after a weird mid-term bonus?”

And you hated how that made you smile. Made you punch one of the cushions and sink your teeth into your bottom lip begrudgingly as you forgot to breathe a second.

Joe smiled to himself too as he turned on the lights in his bathroom. It felt like he was winning a contest - there was no contest, no one to fight, not really, but, he was definitely winning.

“You coming?”

Breathe.

Calm down.

You could pretend to fight him on this once more in the morning.

Crawling into bed with Joe had its own little routine which was different from the one at yours. Different order of things, because the lay out of the flat was different.

Bathroom first. You brushed teeth together, always had to stop Joe when he washed his face too aggressively and then used your own moisturiser on him. “Just for your dry patches,” you’d always say, but would end up swiping delicate fingertips all over anyway. There’d be a snarky comment, of you using too much, of him feeling too greasy, of how he was going to stick to his pillow all night now, and then you’d always kiss him to shut him up before moving on to do your own skincare routine.

When you’d get into bed, Joe would already be in there, giving his phone a last once-over before he’d scoot down and get comfortable.

This time, however, when you walked into his bedroom, the lights were already off, and it looked like Joe was already falling asleep.

This soft man.

So sleepy.

He was all messy curls and bare arms, duvet tucked under them, curled up right in the middle of his bed. You slid in and cuddled up right behind him, hips against his bum, chest to his back.

You were right.

Joe was already falling asleep.

You pushed a leg in between his for warmth and snuck an arm around his front.

“You’re crazy,” you whispered into the skin of his shoulder which prompted Joe to grab hold of your hand and pull it into his chest so you were hugging him properly. The big spoon to his small one. Then he just hummed as you pressed a small kiss to his warm skin there.

“So crazy.” you nuzzled into his pillow, your nose rubbing his back as you did, and you felt how he ducked his head down to press a small kiss to your fingers.

You fell asleep warm, comfortable, and smiling.

You woke up in the same way.

Just on your stomach now, and with Joe’s heavy limbs slung over your body. When you turned over, it woke Joe up, and for five blissful early morning minutes, you tried crawling into each other’s skin as best you could. Breathed each other’s breath and tasted each other’s skin. Stroked hands underneath clothes and had fingers crawling into underwear, just to touch and to hold.

When you quietly asked if Joe wanted coffee, he groaned and told you to shut up. He was able to feel you giggle to that, and he could cry with how happy he felt in that moment. Why would you have to go and ruin it by getting up to go and make coffee?

“Five more minutes.”

“Mmm... it’s never just five.”

Joe sighed, “Just five.” speech slurring with early morning drowsiness and then burrowed himself into you even more.

And fine.

Joe could have five more minutes.

But then they easily turned into twenty, because they always did, and you had to eventually bribe Joe with breakfast for him to let you go so you could sit up.

“If you take a slow shower, I’ll have it ready when you finish.” You looked over your shoulder where Joe, still with his eyes closed, smiled widely. His nose was slightly red from pressing it into your skin, and his bedhead made you have to suppress a giggle that you hid by leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead before you got out.

Joe barely even felt that little grain of bad in his chest when he thought of how much he loved you.

Because he did.

Joe fucking loved you.

There was going to be a moment soon where he was just going to have to say it. It was going to spill out of him in some other way if he wouldn’t simply use the words, he just knew it.

Joe loved you as he watched through squinty eyes how you reached for a pair of white socks of his to borrow.

Loved you as he watched you pull one of his old sweaters over your head before you walked out, bare legs still on show.

Loved you when he stepped into his living room after his shower to the smell of burnt toast and scrambled eggs and coffee.

Loved you as he watched you step onto a chair in the corner of his room, wet dishcloth in hand to remove the strings of dust you had scolded him over the night before.

Loved you as he felt what the sight of your stretched body, your bare tighs, and the little peep of your bum did to him inside of his boxers.

Loved you as he groaned and let his head fall onto the counter, having to breathe through it, because you were just cleaning his living room, and not giving him a sensual striptease act or whatever.

Loved you as you looked back over your shoulder, raising your eyebrows in surprised confusion before accusingly asking, “Really, Joe? Cleaning?”

Loved you as he stutteringly defended the blood rush down south by saying, “You have no idea what you look like right now.” into his elbow where he had to hide his face for a second.

Loved you, loved you.

He was hardly able to deny any of it.

And he didn’t feel that he had to, either.

Because, you were there. In his flat. In his clothes. Cleaning his dusty ceiling corners. And wasn’t that just something he wanted to tell the whole fucking world about?

That small little green grain of doubt and worry and negativity dried out and got no sunshine to really grow into anything. Thank fuck.

He got to ignore it for a while.

Forgot about it entirely, and pretended it wasn’t even there for a bit.

It was easy.

Joe loved you.

He knew he did.

Would tell you soon.

Didn’t know how.

Or where.

But he was going to say it.

He was going to use his words because he was just a normal guy who loved a normal girl and you weren’t being weirdly secretive about what you got up to in private. At least, not how you used to be, anyway.

Joe loved you.

You brought Joe flowers and cleaned his ceiling and wore his clothes and cooked his breakfast.

Joe loved you, even though your new flatmate Josh turned out to be impossibly good-looking in addition to being incredibly kind as well, so Joe didn’t even get to have a real reason to dislike him at all, which seemed unfair, but, all right.

Joe loved you, even when suddenly two shiny black acoustic guitars appeared on your living room wall, because Josh worked in music, and wasn’t that just so cool?

Joe loved you, even though his very first thought after that was, well I know how to play guitar too, don’t I?! which you had never even mentioned before.

Joe loved you, even when he walked into your flat one evening and interrupted a dinner you were having with Josh and one of your friends and, look, Josh cooked for us, and for the first time ever, he felt uninvited and intruding.

Joe loved you, even when your friend jokingly said, “You’re over here at lot for someone that moved out.” right to his face, to which you then heartily laughed, because she was only joking, Joe, and then you didn’t say anything about how you were together, but, you were together... weren’t you?

Joe loved you, even when he stuck to the bit and handed you his flat key like he always did, expecting to find it in his coat pocket later, but then ended up finding both his pockets empty when he went home the next morning, which, yea actually, that made sense, because Josh lived there now, and it was a little weird to have a key still, wasn’t it?

Joe loved you, even when you had told him to come over on Friday evening because you’d had a shit day at work, and for the first time ever, he had to ring the doorbell to get inside.

Joe loved you, even when Josh was the one that answered the door, and Josh almost didn’t let him in, telling him, “Oh, she’s fallen asleep on the sofa, mate.” to which Joe just smiled as he stepped around him, because what the fuck did Josh even know about falling asleep on the sofa in this flat?

Joe loved you, even when he found you asleep on the sofa, curled up under a blanket he’d never seen before, with an empty pizza box bar some crusts still on the coffee table, and you never ate a whole pizza yourself, so that was obviously shared with someone else.

Joe loved you.

He knew he did.

But there was a playstation besides the TV now, and a cool record player on the side, pile of vinyl next to it, and, God.

Joe fucking hated this.

Whatever was inside of Joe’s chest, that thing he didn’t even want in there, was growing.

Was getting fed without Joe even fully realising he was feeding it.

He hated those guitars. He hated that he no longer had a key. He hated that stupid blanket. And he hated that empty pizza box.

Still, he sat down beside you and placed your socked feet onto his lap. Watched the last scenes of whatever film you’d put on as he slowly kneaded a foot and let you sleep, and he tried his best to not get bitten. To not let it sink its teeth in. To not let it hurt.

It was silly.

Joe was being silly.

Rational thought saved him.

Rational thought told him he still loved you.

And he hoped rational thought was going to be enough.

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lesbiandeerstory · 2 years

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it’s time for another deer dev update! wheres that picture of rarity i have

there we go

so yea it’s not exactly a regularly scheduled update post but my sense of timing has been so fucked lately cuz i’ve been spending like every waking hour in the deer lab for the last two weeks. which is actually what i wanna talk about BUT FIRST!

in the most recent deer dev update, i talked about two things: SCRIPT WRITING and FIGHT CHOREOGRAPHY, so lettuce first talk about fight choreography.

i talked about how i put together a system for deer combat and a structure for organizing fights, and i’m happy to say both are still rly good! i rly need to make a wholeass post for the system now that it has passed peer review, i just haven’t had time for that yet.

i also talked in the most recent post about potentially reorganizing my storyboarding process since i was struggling with some of the scripts, and I DID DO THAT! and it turns out doing that was a GOOD FUCKING IDEA, cuz the newly reorganized storyboards are immaculate, and they have made script writing absolutely effortless.

HOWEVER

reorganizing the storyboards took time, and between that and some other stuff coming up this month i ended up rapidly running out of time in october for the script writing, which i kept saying i wanted to finish before the end of october.

now i’m a smart woman, so obviously when i looked at the amount of work i had left to do, and the time in which i had to do it, and realized i did not have enough time to do the amount of work, i did what anyone would do.

i said to myself “i will simply work twice as hard”.

in hindsight, this was stupid.

so i spent two days where i would wake up, have breakfast, and then literally be writing scripts every second of the day until i went to bed. if this sounds like a backbreaking amount of work, that’s bcuz it is, but don’t worry it gets much funnier. it turns out that even while doing this, i was not writing enough scripts fast enough to even get finished by the end of october! :v

so yea. also i just wanna point out that there was a brief moment last night as i’m up at 4am still working on scripts, realizing i’m not gonna hit my goal before the sun comes up, and i’m like “i will simply work THRICE as hard”. thankfully, i quickly realized that was a terrible idea.

in retrospect it seems very silly to force crunch work on myself over a completely arbitrary deadline that i made up myself and have complete control over. especially considering the next part of the development process probably won’t be able to go into full swing until like january anyway, what with the holiday season coming up now.

i would like to enjoy said holiday season without stressing about work tho, so i am still gonna try and get these scripts finished in a relatively quick amount of time. my current goal is november 11, bcuz that is the two year anniversary of lesbian deer story’s debut, and i don’t rly have anything big planned for that day so it’d be nice to have somthn to announce, even if it’s just “i finished the scripts hooray!”

but that november 11 date is a GOAL and not a DEADLINE, i won’t crush myself to try and reach it and i won’t beat myself up if i miss it. i just can’t take my 30 vacation days i’m looking forward to until i finish these scripts, but i WILL TAKE 30 vacation days regardless of when i finish the scripts.

#deer lore #dev lore

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astaroth1357 · 3 years

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I don’t know if this’ll make the cut, but brothers with an MC wearing their (the brothers) clothes, and I’m talking full ensemble not just a random jacket or accessory (you can delete if you’re not comfortable of course)

So when left with the question of whether this was a full on clothing theft or a cosplay of some kind, I'm going with theft because that's just funnier to me. Just a little MC marching around in Beel's tent of an outfit… Hilarious. 🤭

MC Steals the Brothers’ Outfits

Lucifer

It started out like any other morning, Lucifer woke up early in bed - as he always does - but when he rolled onto his side to stir the MC, he found their side of the bed empty…

Normally, he’d have thrown up the alarm in an instant, but his mind was still groggy as he tried to recall what happened the night before… He could have sworn the MC slept over… unless…

MC: “Good morning, love.”

Their voice was enough to get him sitting up again and he uh… well he was not prepared for what he saw. The MC was sitting with their legs crossed at his desk, attempting to imitate his “I’m-in-Complete-Control-Here” energy as much as they possibly could, but with an added detail…

They were wearing his clothes. His favorite suit to be specific which was tailored to his much bigger frame, resulting in a frankly ridiculously ill-fitting look on their smaller human body...

MC: *picks up a poisoned apple off the desk, continuing their very best Lucifer-impression* “You should get up, love. We have an early meeting today and we can’t keep Lord Diavolo waiting.”

The MC appeared to polish the apple with his sleeve for a moment before taking a bite, looking pleased with themselves before their eyes widened in complete horror. It only took a split second for them to spit the unchewed hunk of apple into a nearby waste basket and toss the apple away in panic.

MC: “Ah FUCK!! I forgot I can’t eat these!!! SHIT!!”

Their panic only grew as Lucifer could no longer hold in his laughter, the booming volume of which is enough to wake up all his brothers throughout the House.

MC: “Lucifer, don’t just sit there laughing!! Bring me some water or something!!! LUCIFER!!!”

Mammon

Look, Mammon always gets up late so not being able to find, like, any of his normal clothes was a serious problem! He’d already dug through half his closest and still couldn’t find anything!!

He had a photoshoot that he had to get to in less than hour and he still needed to take a shower, get dressed, get his stuff together, then bolt halfway across town before-

MC: *literally kicks open his door Kuzco-style* “Yo, yo, yo!! What’s up, Mammon??”

First off, the sudden loud bang of his door hitting the wall nearly scared him out of his skin, but before he could even yell at the MC for their weird entrance his brain had to process what they were wearing….

Good news! He found his missing clothes, the MC had thrown them on while he was sleeping - sunglasses and all - and now stood before him with a toothy grin on their face.

MC: “What's the problem, Mams? Lucifer got your tongu-EEEK!”

Apparently, they weren't expecting Mammon to literally lunge at them and capture them in a tight hug, practically lifting them off their feet with a laugh.

Mammon: “What'cha think your doin', MC?? I'm gonna need those back ya know?”

MC: *laughs loud and bright, throwing their arms around his neck* “I know, I know... But I wanted to surprise you!” *stops laughing suddenly and blinks* “Huh…”

Mammon watched the MC experimentally lift his glasses off their nose then put them back down, repeating the action several times before snickering.

Mammon: *frowns* “What's so funny?”

MC: “Nothing really but… Mammon, do you wear these just to make everything look like gold?”

Mammon actually had to pause before responding, pulling the MC closer with a devilish grin.

Mammon: “Nah… I ‘cause got all the gold I need right here~”

MC: *chuckles and nuzzles his cheek* “Nice save...”

Mammon: *his cheeks flush and he frowns* “I dunno what your talkin’ about... But could ya go put on a t-shirt or somethin’? They’re paying me big for this shoot and I really gotta go!”

Leviathan

Another convention, another cosplay far too complex to ever hope to peel out of… Though Levi would never regret wearing his five piece Lord of Shadow cosplay, it’s a heavy thing and certainly not something he can change out of in a bathroom stall…

When he finally got back to the House, he wasn’t looking to do anything but drag his tired body back to his room and change into some more manageable clothes… but… well…

When Levi opened his door, he saw the MC sitting alone at his computer desk playing a game by themselves. That was all well and good but… WHY IN DIAVOLO’S BLACK HELL ARE THEY WEARING HIS CLOTHES???

When they heard the door, the MC whipped their head back and they both stared at each other in an awkward silence… His clothes didn’t even fit them right!-or maybe they did?? His mind was panicking because they had the collar of his shirt covering their mouth and it looked so moe it was actually ridiculous!

Levi: ……….

MC: ………….

MC: …. “I can explain.”

Levi: ……. “Y-yea?”

MC: “I was having trouble on this one level and you wouldn’t pick up the phone… so I thought ‘What would Levi do?’... and it escalated…”

Levi: “You think??”

Levi felt like he could die right there, but he wasn’t entirely sure if it was from embarrassment or happiness… On the one hand, the MC was literally trying to be him in order to get better at video games - which was flatteringly adorable… And on the other, the MC is pretty much cosplaying as him, right in front of him… and looked so damn cute doing it too…

MC: “Is this weird…? This is weird. I’m sorry, I’ll go change-”

Levi: NO-agh! *he throws a hand over his own mouth, surprised by how loud he just shouted* … “U-uh… no it’s fine…”

MC: “Okay...?”

MC: “But could you put your phone down? I think you’ve been taking pictures for the past two minutes…”

Levi looked down at his hand and sure enough he unconsciously pulled out his phone in camera mode and has been spamming the “Capture” button long enough to have his thumb cramping...

Levi: “Oh.” *stops for a moment, then seems to second guess himself*

Levi: “Uh… just one more?”

Satan

When you share a house with Mammon, you grow accustomed to not being able to find things from time to time, but an entire outfit??

When he woke up one morning to find that he couldn't find any of his normal clothes, he blamed Mammon right off the bat…

I guess in hindsight, what would Mammon want with his jacket? But anger doesn't always jump to the most rational conclusion, you know?

After searching for "long enough," Satan stormed out of his bedroom on a warpath. He didn't stop his march until he was banging on Mammon’s door with a closed fist!

Satan: “Mammon!! What did you do with my clothes you useless, money-grubbing asshole!?”

When he didn’t get a reply, likely because Mammon was hiding in his closet or something, he was about to kick the door in when he felt a tap on his shoulder...

When he turned his head, much to his surprise, he found his missing clothes!... They were on the MC - right down to the single sleeve - and the MC met his eyes with a mischievous grin…

They had a book in their hands he recalled seeing once at the library: "101 Ways to Prank Your Partner," open like they'd been reading down the hallway.

MC: … Page 47.

They winked at him before bolting back down the hallway in a fit of giggles and oooh, it was on now.

Satan spent the morning chasing the MC through the House, both laughing and dashing around in reckless abandon. He really needed his clothes back and he wouldn’t mind an extra hour or two with the MC when he got them… 😏

Asmodeus

Asmo isn’t exactly a morning person… Though he forces himself awake so he can perform his wake-up routine, by the time he comes to the table it’s a hit-or-miss on how irritable he’s going to be...

Of course, his favorite outfit suddenly disappearing from his massive closet did not help his mood in the slightest!

Who would take his clothes?? Well, that’s not even a question - surely plenty of his devoted, adoring stans would kill to even have his scarf, so maybe the better question was, “How??” Lucifer keeps all the doors and windows magically sealed at night! (He would know, having been locked out on numerous occasions)

Asmo was tearing through his closet, wracking his brain for any place he might have left his beloved outfit, before he heard someone clear their throat by his bedroom door.

What greeted him was a lovely look at the MC wearing the missing clothing in question, even with all the grace and style he would himself!

Asmo: *jaw-drops* “MC???”

MC: *smirks at his delight and winks at him* “Looking for something?”

They strutted into the room with the confidence of a mock fashion model and took a silly vogue pose in front of the closet, barely holding in a fit of laughter from their actions.

MC: “… Or just at me?”

Asmo, of course, snatched them right up in his arms with a delighted squeal.

Asmo: “Oh. My. Diavolo!! MC, you look just gorgeous!!!- Because you look like me, of course.” 🤭

MC: *laughs and cups his cheeks to pull him closer* “Who wouldn't want to be you, Asmo?”

Asmo: “So true… But you’re already perfect, my love~” 😘

And he went on to prove that to them all morning long...

Beelzebub

Beel didn't even get the chance to notice his clothes were missing. He had a tournament the night before and was sleeping even harder than Belphie that morning...

What woke him up was the smell of food: scrambled shadowhawk eggs, hellboar bacon, pancakes with nightshade syrup….

Beel's stomach had him sitting up long before his eyes ever opened, drawn in by his nose alone.

MC: “Beeeeel. Wake up!”

Beel's eyes dragged open at their request and what he found had his mouth watering... The MC had brought him a dining cart with a complete breakfast spread, brimming with portions only Beel could ever finish, but for once he wasn’t looking at the food.

The MC, for whatever reason, had decided to put on his clothes… And keep in mind that Beel's built like an ox compared to almost anybody. They were absolutely swimming under all that fabric (thank the Devil for his suspenders…)

MC: “Congratulations!!!”

They throw their arms up excitedly, making the unzipped jacket balloon out like a parachute behind them… It's a remarkably cute image.

Beel: *blinks* “Oh.” *he gets a little pink, still very confused* “What did I do exactly…?”

MC: “You won the championship last night, remember? Or did you forget already??”

The MC takes a step to the side and begins pointing at the plates on the cart.

MC: “I thought we'd celebrate with some breakfast! I brought you eggs, bacon, pancakes, toast, cereal-”

As they continued their list, Beel's hand naturally reached out towards the cart eagerly, before something finally clicked in his head. WHY were they wearing his clothes??

Beel: “Wait. MC, why are you wearing-...?”

MC *holds their hand up* “Hold on!”

MC: “-oatmeal, muffins, banana bread, annnd…” *they get onto the bed and plop down onto his lap with a grin*

MC: “Me! Congratulations, Beel!!”

They lean up to peck his cheek while his arms automatically wind around their waist. The combination of their scents already bringing out a different sort of hunger in him…

Let’s say if this is his reward, he'll never lose a game again. 😏

Belphegor

Belphie was in the middle of his afterschool nap in the library. The day was exhausting, so he didn’t even bother changing uniforms… The couches there were comfortable and the space was quiet, really nothing should have woken him up...

But somehow, for whatever reason, something did. A tug… Something was chasing away his dreams by tugging on the cow pillow in his arms.

MC: “Beeelllppphie….”

The tugging did not cease and he half growled in response, still keeping his eyes firmly closed.

Belphie: “What now...?”

MC: “I need this…” *they tug on the corner of the pillow a little harder* “Can you let go please…?”

What kind of question is that?? No one takes away his favorite pillow!

Belphie: *hugs the pillow tighter* “Go away, I'm trying to nap…”

MC: “Noooo please…! I need it for something right now…!!”

They started really pulling on his pillow now and he only held on tighter in annoyance. Since they wouldn’t leave him alone, he finally opened his eyes.

Belphie: “MC! Why are… you..?”

His voice trailed off as he finally saw the MC standing there in his usual outfit. His cardigan was so long over their arms that they had to grasp his pillow through its sleeves...

While his drowsy mind tried to catch up, the MC snatched the pillow from his grasp with one swift yank.

MC: *grins* “Mine now!”

They turned to bolt out of the library, but Belphie snatched them by the waist and dragged them back to the couch with him.

Belphie: “Fine, but then I get a new pillow.” 😏

The MC yelped as he flopped on top of them, pulling them close like a body pillow and resting his head into the crook of their neck to enjoy the soothing smell of their scent mixed with his.

MC: “W-wait Belphie…!” *tries to wiggle out from under his surprisingly heavy deadweight* “I was just playing around…! Please don't fall asleep on me!!”

Belphie: *yawns and settles in, already drifting off* “Too late… G'night, MC…”

MC: “Belphie!!!” 😫

They could complain all they liked, he wasn’t going to let them go for a few hours. Cute or not, MC, nobody takes his pillow!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me requests

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cuppasunu · 3 years

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mbti rant. very, long mbti rant.

hello! if you decide to actually click the read more, lol uhh this is just going to be me extremely confused about my type and i might be having an existential crisis. (lowkey, not rlly) okay but yea thanks for indulging in this mess..

let’s start with four years ago, i discovered mbti. 16 personalities, and their flashy graphics and cutting edge modern way of sorting people into 16 types through the four dichotomies I/E, N/S, F/T, P/J—the whole shebang. every year, i take the same test and has gotten, infp, enfp, then infp for the next two years again. to honestly confess, i hadn’t cared much about my cognitive functions, at least enough to really study them and identify which side of the coin even applies to me the best. i didn’t even know my dominant function for the longest time..

i simply enjoyed the memes and more often than not, relied on the stereotypes to relate to people through the world of typology. i read this comment where,

“infps only make up 5% of the world population, but is 90% of this youtube comment section.”

of course that gave me a laugh, and could have moved past it, if it wasn’t for another person saying, “yea well infps think a lot—and this thinking often results to self-reflection thus making them more susceptible to learning about personalities, especially their own.”

then, i started thinking about how that was manifested in my own life. i absolutely love learning about personalities. every kind of personality test, i took no matter how serious or silly they would be, typology has been an obscure interest of mine. i remembered being blown away when reading my description as an infp. i was labeled as a sad girl, who felt like no one understands me, so i cope with my little big book of poetry reminiscing about the past, and ran with it.

everything just seemed to fit.. until it doesn’t. i have never properly studied my cognitive functions, nor have taken any other tests like Keys2Cognition or Sarkinova to see if my type would change. in hindsight, i think it was because i didn’t want to see it change. i didn’t want to admit that i have made being an infp a significant part of my personality too much, too early. and then, i finally took the sarkinova test, and hoped for the best.

enfj.

.... ENFJ??? if i had learned anything from my shallow, stereotypical version of learning about mbti—enfjs are basically the complete opposite of infp (despite being xnfx types) and also, finally, reading my cognitive functions.. these two types also bear the opposites. this can’t be ? after reading my new description, it also MAKES SO MUCH SENSE. before finishing the test, i did a small run through the functions and being a high Fe user stood out to me, which is then supported by my new type.

infp: Fi, Ne, Si, Te

enfj: Fe, Ni, Se, Ti

now, i know these tests produce self-report results. the context and conditions one is taking them on matters but the more that i study all the different components of my type, the more i am confused. i might need another person to type me..

i am a people person. self-proclaimed, and others too, people-person. i wouldn’t say to an extent as a human version of a golden-retriever but it sure gets close sometimes. i hit the the good ol’ stereotypes of being the person that brings energy, the one who will make people feel comfortable, seen, included. i hate to admit it but because of my persuasion, i have encouraged people to join me somewhere, or join something they would have otherwise said no to, because in reality, i push their buttons hard enough for it to be impossible to say no. i would say i am pretty driven, i get high grades, and have no fear meeting new people. (plus, i want to be a teacher)

after reading my cognitive functions, i agree on how it categorized me from my dominant all the way to my inferior functions. however, when i read extended descriptions about how similar/different these two types are and how could i have possible changed this much (given that i got infp for four years straight yet somehow fit enfj as well) and still get so confused.

yes, i am a people person, BUT i can absolutely get drained from hanging out with people. i need my time alone, and understand when i need and how i need to take care of myself in that way. somebody argued that enfjs seem to appear as someone who is really invested while infps seem aloof at first, but when people get to know me, you’ll understand that i care too much. i don’t look too much on the inside when making decisions, but i definitely look back on my past for too long. i am in tune with my feelings and have no problem talking about them, whether to myself in a journal, or to another person as long as i trust them. i don’t understand how being a social butterfly cannot easily translate to be a person with deep, complex internal monologues, discussing all the conspiracies over a cup of coffee at 3 am in the morning.

perhaps, everything about me is just a one big contradiction.

#kyu-speaks #mbti #cognitive functions #infp #enfj #mbti types #mbti things #myers briggs #16 personality types

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joegcpsarts-blog · 7 years

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Final Arts Scholars Synthesis

• Thinking back to your first semester in the program, describe your personal growth and any correlations you can draw to your experiences in the program.

Along with my acceptance letter to attend UMD in the fall of 2015, I received acceptance into the Scholars Program. From that point, it felt good being in a tighter community of people that I didn’t even know yet. I had actually emailed Brent Hernandez asking to be considered for the program on the basis that both of my older brothers were also in the scholars program and had only good things to say about it. So I’m glad I got accepted solely based off that email I sent.

Our service field trips the very first week of school were a great impression of the program for me. I went to Paint Branch elementary and was painting murals on their new portable classrooms. I made some new friends through the silly ice breaking activities, and got to spend the day collaborating on paintings and hanging out with a few of the elementary school kids. I got paint on my shorts that still won’t come off, but it was worth it. I also enjoyed the DC scavenger hunt because it let me get to know some of the mentors form last year like Graham and Micheal, two very cool guys. I thought we would be doing a lot more of that stuff over the course of my two years in the program, so in hindsight I might suggest those as things we could do more often. I realize it wouldn’t be easy to do for free like it usually is, but those were things I really wouldn’t mind paying $5-10 to do maybe once a month.

• What were your expectations coming into the Arts program? What did you learn and experience as an Arts Scholar?

Other expectations I had…well I really didn’t know what to expect. I thought of it initially as a group of people here at UMD with which I would share common interests, and we would be involved in art related classes and activities. The workshop section of the program was the most relevant to this vision I had of what arts scholars should be. Last spring, I took miniature 3d clay modeling, and I thought that was a really cool opportunity to have as a creative outlet.

Having lived with my friends from high school in Hagerstown Hall, removed from the “living” part of the living and learning program is something I may have reconsidered looking back on it. I didn’t think that living apart from my scholarly peers would have as much of an impact as it seems it did. Coming into colloquium, I wasn’t feeling the sense of community that I likely would have felt if I lived with and saw all my scholarly peers on a daily basis.

Once we got into the actual semester, with the themes over the last two years being trash and power, I thought that those overarching themes would have more relevance to the things we did in colloquium than it ended up having. Like, I only remember power being mentioned in colloquium like 4-5 times throughout this entire year. Trash was much the same way last year, but instead of it being understated, it was just uninteresting overall. Like I remember an activity where we had to make a ridiculous invention out of trash, and like that’s great and all but what’s the point really

• In what ways did your capstone project draw upon what you have learned throughout your two years in the program (including supporting courses and co-curricular activities)?

The idea for my project came from the English 101 class I was in during my spring 2016 semester. The basis of my research, exploring and analyzing the music industry through economic and social lenses to explain the growing creative opportunities for artists, came from a research paper I did in that English class. I researched how digital advancements in music (and media as a whole, really) affected record labels, artists, and consumers in a negative way. I had been wanting to expand on that topic for a while and I saw the capstone project as an opportunity to do that, so I began looking at more creative, artist-based avenues of research and eventually decided to learn about creative control. I had a lot of fun being able to develop the thoughts and opinions I had made before; revisiting and reevaluating different aspects of the industry was very interesting to me. Seeing how far I’ve come since then, culminating into the capstone project I completed, was a satisfying experience for me.

I wouldn’t say my capstone drew very much from my experiences as an arts scholar. Maybe in a broader scope it just sort of related to my interests and thoughts as an artist, but didn’t really stem directly from what we did in an arts scholars capacity.

• How has your understanding of art--including the role of art in your own life—been impacted by your experiences in the Arts program? What changes have you observed in how you think about art?

Art is huge in my life. I’m a kinesiology and dance double major, and dance takes up the majority of my time. I prioritize my time in the dance studio every other day very highly and rely on that creative outlet to essentially stay sane. I took my first dance class freshman year as an elective requirement for arts scholars, and form there it’s snowballed a lot to become a major part of my life. My kinesiology advisor still remembers me as the student she managed to convert into a dance major since she made the initial suggestion that I take dance200 instead of an architecture class. So right there, arts scholars has had a huge impact on my academic career and my life overall.

A significant number of arts scholars are also dance majors (like 5? So awesome), so I got to be better friends with them because of that connection. I already see them all the time for dance, but seeing them at scholars events makes the events all the more enjoyable. Plus just seeing people more often will usually lead to more bonding and friendship, so the 2 more hours per week I can see all of them is a good time.

• How has the program influenced you as an artist and/or advocate for the arts?

Arts are so important in everything we do. Now that’s easy to say, I realize, but being in an arts major I’ve gained a greater appreciation for all the creativity and art in my daily life. I go to a dance concert roughly every week performed by all my undergraduate peers and they are the greatest people I could ever ask to interact and create with. The messages and ideas being expressed, complicated social issues or personal experiences, in these pieces are special in that they can be interpreted through this universal language of dance. I go to dance classes every other day and learn about this art and how to better myself and those around me through art. The fact that the national endowment for the arts is getting completely cut is a horrible decision; Earth without Art is just Eh.

As an artist, yea I’ve definitely grown from being in the arts scholars’ atmosphere with all my creative peers surrounding me. It’s hard to accurately define where all my inspiration came from, but again being able to collaborate with all these people that share my passion for their own sorts of artistic expression has to have some sort of residual impact on my own creative process.

• Looking forward, in what ways do you foresee your experience as a Scholars student will have the most significant impact on your career and/or personal ambitions?

I came to UMD with the intention of going to medical school when I graduated and becoming a medical doctor. Since then, I have changed from a kinesiology major with a pre-med track to a kinesiology and dance double major with a pre-PT track. Now I hope to one day become a physical therapist specializing in dancers. I can only credit arts scholars with being the first door to open towards where I am now.

Because all my ambitions for dance were indirectly introduced by arts scholars, I feel I can say that my experiences as an arts scholar will be a part of my daily life in the future. What I do will be a combination of artistic expression and scientific knowledge used to help others in a positive way. The activities we did specifically in workshops, meditation and 3d clay modeling specifically, will likely not be very useful in my career, but the occasional meditation in dance is pretty relaxing.

Thank you to Harold, Jess, Kenna, all the TA’s, workshop leaders, and peer mentors that helped make this final year of arts scholars run smoothly for everyone. I’m sad to see it end after what did not feel like two whole years. So sad, in fact, that I might apply to be a TA so I can see all of you and stay immersed in the artistic atmosphere for another little while.

#cpsa capstone documents #final reflection

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