Rras' Shenanigans - Tumblr Posts - Page 2
|Small tidbit angst before I go to bed|
(Credits to @minami--chan for the idea 😅 Treat this as a very small and short warm up for my post tommorow )
Baby we built this house on memories
Take my picture now, & shake it till’ you see it
“M-MC...please don’t leave-“
“Asmodeus...you all knew very well what you and your brothers were doing yes?”
The ice cold glare garnered nothing but guilt in the Avatar of Lust.
“All those things we’ve all been through, the memories we’ve made in The House of Lamentation...were they memories you made with Lilith’s descendant?”
And when your fantasies, become your legacy...
“In what twisted fantasy were you all living on? That I’d sit here and silently take in all this misplaced affection?” The human picked up their bags and walked out the door, not before glancing over the brothers over her shoulder.
“...Promise me a place, In your House of memories.”
And with those words, the human left the House that would be a distant memory.
•Midnight lamenting•
(Prequel to ‘The Snapping’ fic)
Y’all thought this is the next part but jokes on you this is the PREQUEL to my last isomnia induced angst fic so haha take that mfs-
Tagging to notify: @iworshipthepandas @witch-o-memes @deepestcloudjellyfish @helena-iceninekills @littlelightinwonderland @yui1800/for some reason I can’t tag u 😢 @thatweirdomidas @bnhastakenover @raymiazaki @katsukis-sad-angel @kittygh0st & @dittoqueeno
—————*2 weeks before the leave*—————
It’s been 2 weeks since the reveal of MC’s heredity.
“Lilith”
Pleas stop it.
“Hey Lilith-“
I know you all miss her.
“Lilith can you-“
But what about Me?
The lively household was now sober with silence, most of the residents already retiring to their respective quarters. The sound of footsteps muffled by the velvet carpet as the human treaded towards the balcony, steaming coffee in hand. The disheveled bun and growing bags under her eyes being signs of her restlessness as she set her mug on the balcony lining.
Oh lord Diavolo, how long has it been since she began overthinking things. Was she really overthinking? It’s nice to know they’re all getting along nicely, but at the cost of her identity? How are they even sure? I mean... Surely there was someone in her bloodline that wasn’t a legitimate child, what if it was only by name and legality? What if the blood they think she has is merely by written records? What if she didn’t really had Lilith’s blood? What if-
“I was wondering why the coffee maker’s still warm...”
Shoulders tensed up as she slowly turned her head, only to see unkept blonde hair and tired eyes.
“Ah Satan... you startled me”
Said fourth born only gave a raspy chuckle as he walked towards MC’s side at the balcony. He took notice the wariness in MC’s features as she gripped her cup of coffee tighter. He...knew how she felt, he’d even go as far as to say he was empathetic towards her.
“Hey, how’ve you been holding up these past two weeks?”
The question genuinely caught MC off guard, but knew deep down that Satan was going to catch up to her considering he’s been staring at her solemnly for the past few days.
“You’re the only person here I can be brutally honest with, you know that right?”
“Oh well I do the same with you, it’s basically a mutual benefit, so please do tell how you’ve been doing”
An exhausted sigh escaped her lips as she took a sip from her cup of coffee, already cold from the night breeze.
“I feel...like absolute crap. I’m happy that everyone’s getting along now but... why do I feel as if I’ve been robbed...”
“...Because they’re practically using you as a substitute for Lilith”
She quirked her brow as she placed her mug down. The Devildom moon being the only source of light as the temperamental duo gazed at the scenery.
“...What gave it away...?”
“Oh please MC, the last time I herd my brothers call you by your real name was before Lord Diavolo and Barbatos arrived with the news”
“You know, I have a feeling that’s not your only reason”
A small laugh emitted from the blonde before continuing his explanation.
“...That and...I feel empathetic towards you...”
“Oh? And how so..? Please do tell”
“You remember how I was born right?”
“You were born from Lucifer’s wrath after the Celestial war...”
“Exactly, I was born AFTER the war, meaning, AFTER Lilith’s death”
A churning feeling swindled in MC’s stomach as she realized where his context was going.
“I can still remember it...the way my brothers used to dote on me, giving me affection that was supposed to be for their dearest sister. Sure it felt nice to be loved but...knowing that the love they’re giving you wasn’t supposed to be yours in the first place, it just fed my wrath even more.”
He glanced at the human, taking in her silent reaction, he already knew how clever MC was so he knew that she already had an idea.
“Of course...that was centuries ago. They stopped treating me as a substitute and started treating me as me, they practically moved on...or at least I thought they moved on...”
“It’s kind of cruel isn’t it? Having to wait such a long time before finally receiving something that wasn’t second handed”
“It is, and I know you know it too. I knew the moment Belphie changed his attitude that they’ll direct their pent up affections for Lilith towards you”
Satan lowered his head a bit before looking MC in the eye.
“I’m...terribly sorry MC, I wasn’t able to help you. I should’ve tipped them off before they started pouring their misplaced affection towards you. I made a promise that I’d help you and yet...here you are, going through what I also had to endure centuries ago.”
She lightly rubbed his tired shoulders, a solemn smile danced on her lips as her tired eyes showed nothing but empathy.
“You don’t have to apologize, it’s not your obligation. You’ve already had your fight, so this ones mine to face”
She retreated her hand and gripped her now empty mug.
“If you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask me. Knowing how they’re currently acting, it’ll only get worse from here.”
A raspy giggle escaped MC’s lips as she slowly rubbed the bridge of her nose.
“I’ll keep that in mind Mr. Sharp’n Witty”
“Make sure you do Ms. Trouble Magnet”
And with that, the two went back inside...
...The warmth of their breaths being the only sign they were ever their on the balcony to lament.
A/N - So to clarify, I decided to post 1 prequel and I’ll be posting a sequel (which will be posted in December) before the grand angsty finale in January because even I wanna get something out to satisfy my brainrotting.
As usual if you wanna be tagged in the next release just reply to this post and I’ll make sure to tag and notify y’all.
The Snapping (the fic this post follows)
What if MC’s Heredity was wrong (just an idea/thought)
Realization before Reconciliation
So apperantly I do have a Type ♠️
If I somehow end up in a relationship with an arithmetic bastard IRL, blame @eggy-melancholy @leviskokoro @luvielle
DAMN IT WHY IS IT SO HARD TO WRITE A LOVE LETTER
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I wasn’t expecting to even gain another 50 after that but not even a month later ya’ll went whoosh-
I SAID WHAT I SAID THERE DIDN’T I, SO AS PROMISED...
⚠️⛔️NO NSFW IN THE REPLIES/ REBLOGS PLEASE⛔️⚠️
(Y’all can literally reblog this with the word ‘bread’ and your automatically entered 😂)
Anyways yeah deadline is December 15 11:59 pm Philippine time so enter while y’all still can! 💙♠️💙
I’m so torn between doing a casual fem Crowley or casual fem crewel cosplay.
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The one new Year’s gift I received that I’ll forever treasure, my uncle is godsent istg
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|| CONGRATULATIONS TO THE RAFFLE WINNERS! 💙♠️💙 ||
♠️ - 1st Place! @sherbet-shark
♠️ - 2nd Place! @divinity-infinity
♠️ - 3rd Place! @ice-cream-writes-stuff
This took longer than it should’ve hnggg Anyways! Thank you to everyone who participated in the raffle 😊. And I thank you all again for helping me reach a milestone.!
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Ok but the fact that this almost became my first 2021 reblog
How dare y’all 🤣, and now all I hear is blubblub
☠Twisted Wonderland: Monster High Theme Song Ships☠
(Slowly walks in with boombox. Peers around. Places over head. Monster High Intro begins to play~)
((This was just a joke and a sudden idea I had for the Twisted Friends server come to life
@leviskokoro-main @leviskokoro @sherbet-shark @rrasado, you guys know what to do~ 💕😂💖
I'm sorry if it is in anyway insensitive to ask, but can I ask if the continuation of The Snapping will be posted? Love you! ヾ(❀╹◡╹)ﾉﾞ❀~
*Grabs anon-san by the shoulders*
*Starts sobbing on said shoulders*
I keep rewriting the finale cause I can’t get the angst right but I assure you it’ll be posted before January ends 😭
I’m a terrible author-chan i know I’m sorry
• Realization before Reconciliation •
Hngggggg Gomen Gomen Gomen
I tried getting this out on my birthday but schooldwork said No💙
And I feel really bad that this is all I can give ✋. Anyways who knows.
Tagging: @cherryxart, @anuswaterlily, @raymiazaki, @dittoqueeno, @thatweirdomidas, @bnhastakenover, @jae-tries-writting-stuff, @nightcore-re-val
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“Psst! MC wake up!”
The human groaned as she sat up from the white sheets of her bed. Ah, that’s right...
She’s a resident of purgatory hall now.
How long has it been...a month now? She’d rather not keep track honestly, that day she left the House of Lamentation, carrying her bags and never looking back, was it the right choice?
“Ah! Sorry Luke, I’m coming don’t worry!”
She groggily stood up, quickly getting changed into a more casual outfit before treading out of the room to meet the other exchange students.
“You’re finally awake MC.”
Simeon gave his usual serene smile while solomon only crossed his arms and chuckled.
“Let’s go, we’re meeting up with satan at the place correct?”
“Yeah! Just let me go grab my D.D.D real quick.”
The device was plugged in prior to charge before the human pocketed it, dismissing the notification as the four of them treaded out the doors of Purgatory Hall.
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How long has it been?
Mammon was slumped over the edge of his bed, scrolling through his D.D.D, taking in every old picture and selfie he took the last few months.
The months he spent with the human. He pushed back his hair and let out a frustrated groan at the memory of the exchange student. Damn his stupidity, damn his ignorance, damn his selfishness, damn his greed, damn everything about him for not realizing that his human was hurting. Honestly, What did he feel about the whole ordeal? Would things be different had he noticed the subtle changes in her routine? Everything frustrated him to no end. The day she left... does he even remember what happened then. That day was still vivid, the venom that seeped out of the human’s gaze when he tried to chase after her through the door was still engraved in his mind, and he hated it. But what he hated more was how he just gave up on the spot, watching her leave the gates with her bags.
He stood up to go grab a drink from the kitchen, abruptly opening his door garnering a loud crash through the air.
“Tsk Mammon!”
The fourth born stood their with eyes squinting. He caught the door with his bare hands, which showed the almost accidental crashing had it not been for his reflexes.
“Satan bud you scared me.”
His azure blue eyes flickered to his brother’s attire, is he going somewhere?
“Where’re you headed?”
“It’s none of your business, tell the others i'll be going home late tonight”
His usually calm tone dripped with spite as he marched down the velvet ebony staircase, his coat trailing behind him leaving the Avatar of Greed to his own devices.
“Tsk...jeez what’s his problem…”
He ran his hand through his stark white locks, treading towards the kitchen to get his mind off of everything so far.
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“Hey Luke! slow down”
The human chuckled while being pulled by the angel, the child had a skip to his step as he whined even more.
“Oh c’mon MC! I can’t wait any longeeer. We might lose our seats if we don’t make it there in time!”
The white haired wizard gave a chuckle whilst Simeon pried off Luke from the other human.
“Luke it’s called a reservation for a reason, besides! We still need to wait for Satan to correct?”
The younger angel gave a pout as he crossed his arms.
“He better show up in the next five minutes or else-”
“Or else what?”
The familiar tuft of blonde hair approached the group with a wave, garnering the angel to shut up before he could say anything else.
“Fashionably late as always”
“Well as fashionable as Satan can get anyways…”
“Oh haha very funny”
An amused chuckle escaped the human’s lips as she shoved her hand in her pocket.
“Shall we get going? The cafe is a 15 minute walk from the campus’ gates”
A series of nods and grunts of agreement had the peculiar group on their merry way.
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The white haired demon pulled his hair in frustration while the Avatar of Gluttony hunched over the table behind him, stomach demonically growling in hunger as Mammon gave an exasperated sigh. The first born merely sipped his coffee as he read through whatever documents he was holding, only working there instead of his study because of the need for a change of scenery.
“Oh for hell’s sake the fridge is empty again! The cabinets ain’t in better condition either!”
Lucifer pushed back his hair as he pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.
“Stop complaining like a child and go ask Satan, He’s on grocery duty for this week anyways.”
“That’s the thing tho Lucifer, Satan left earlier to who knows where.”
“Tsk oh for crying out loud is there no one in this house who knows how to be half the least competent!”
Beel only sunk his head further on the table letting the hunger consume him.
“...MC would usually accompany Belphie during emergency grocery runs…”
A deafening silence wrapped the dining hall in tension, daring the occupants to make the first move.
There it goes again… that human, the former resident of the House of Lamentation. It still stung them all, was it the guilt? The guilt of not being able to ease her hurting? The guilt of being the very reason why she was hurting in the first place? The guilt of repeating history’s misdeed?
Oh how cruel of them to be so selfish.
‘Diavolo would be disappointed’
‘You had no hand in helping’
‘You’re no better’
‘You had the audacity to even smile’
‘You have the gall to even eat?”
‘You dare have the right to be angry’
The first week was a hell in of itself, Lucifer was snappier than usual, Leviathan never came out of his room, even taking his classes online rather than showing face at school, Asmodeus partied out late less than usual, it’s even noticeable by his hair that he disregarded his self care routine by a bit. Beel and Belphie took it the worst out of all of them. Beel couldn’t bear himself to eat any food MC was fond of. His appetite abnormally dropped and his palette shrunk down to mere bread and stale meat, all washed down by nothing but water. Belphie on the other hand… oh gosh Belphie , the youngest never woke up unless it was Lucifer himself who commanded him, even then he was asleep for 23 hours a day, not even giving a single care wether he understood the school material as he naturally would due to his mind going static at anything that reminded him of the Human.
The Deafening silence was broken by a loud thud from the stairs as the Avatar of envy rushed down with a rare frantic expression.
Leviathan heaved heavy breathes, reeling over to his knees in nothing but an energy drink stained sweatshirt and old sweatpants that he probably wore for a week straight. His usually unenthusiastic voice echoed throughout the dining room.
“LOOK!’
The third born shoved his D.D.D in their faces as their expressions faltered, the bright screen illuminating a shot of a candle lit dessert in front of a close eyed genuine smile they failed to keep.
And the oh so daunting caption ?
‘Happy Birthday MC’
..The mug of coffee was now shattered on the floor..
Oh how cruel of fate to torture them this way...
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Aaaand cut, the end...? Idk what’s angstier the fic or how disappointing the ending is. I don’t know how to end this honestly, that one insomnia induced fic blew up two months ago for some reason and I never had a plan in the first place 😂. The demand was high and I tried my best to deliver but I am no writer. 👉👈
Anyways thank you for all the love and feedback for this crappy mini series. I didn’t want to end this fic abruptly but alas my mind said No💙.
The prequel.
The first part.
The thought.
I have a lot of unposted sketches and I’m debating wether to show them or not 😅. HMU if y’all wanna see what I’ve been brainrotting on for the last month!
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| -Why The Ink Flows- |
A hypothesis rant on Overblots
Well to be precise, A hunch on how and why a Magicless OC can overblot, If you have a non magic user OC that overblots but don’t have an explanation then feel free to use this. I made this while trying to figure out how my own MC will overblot despite being magic less.
In my opinion, a magic less person overblotting is so much more dangerous than the average overblot. Blot according to crowley in episode 2-4:
“It’s a black ink that taints the magical jewel. That’s the “blot” that happens after using magic excessively”
“A magical jewel does not exist simply to be an outlet for one’s magic. One other purpose it has is to accumulate Blot that could directly affect the caster.
“To an extent, it is a wonderful item that can carry such a huge burden.”
I can safely deduce from these statements that a magician’s blot starts from the magician’s gems like how in a water filter, the filter gathers the bacteria while the magician is the end canister. The gems are basically an extension of the magician itself, carrying a heavy burden as Crowley puts it.
“The magician’s overall state and well-being actually plays a huge influence on their magical limit before experiencing Blot.”
“Anger, sorrow, terror, confusion… Experiencing constant negative energies like that makes it easier for Blot to accumulate. It becomes easier for one to go into Overblot.”
So an overblot can happen for two reasons:
A) Overuse of one’s magic.
B) Accumulation of pent up negative energy.
Then again, these are all reasons why a magic user can overblot, but how about a non magic user? Unlike Magic users, magic less people don’t have gems or extensions. Why would they? They’re magic less after all so there’s no need.
But picture this, a magic less person whose body has never experienced being in the presence of large amounts of magic gets thrown into an infamous school for soon to be renowned magicians, said school is also a pillar of great magic source due to the number of magician’s accumulated in one vicinity. Not only is this magic less person exposed to dangerous quantities of magic energy, there’s also a high chance of them being under stress and pressure due to not only being thrown into a new environment but also the amount of work assigned to them, seems familiar?
If a magic less person such as them has an immense build up of negative energy while simultaneously being exposed to large amounts of magical energy. A blot doesn’t seem too far fetched. Going back to my point earlier, blot starts from the gems, but as we’ve also stated, a magic less person doesn't have a gem. So the question now is, Where will the blot form? My answer, Inside the Body.
Remember Ashengrotto’s UM? It required him to find an extension or balance of some sort, those magicless gems are basically like that, they’re an extension or balance of the magic user. But since magic less people don’t have that leisure then the blot might as well form from the source. What Source? Their emotion from within.
Cliche I know but think about it, emotion comes from within, aka Inside their body in some way, “But Rras why is it much more dangerous than-” I’ll tell you why, It breaks the natural order of things, It’s out of the norm. The only reason it happened was because factors coincidentally fell into place at the worst possible time. To be fair…
… A relapse doesn’t seem too far fetched either…
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eagle is fucking broken. she absolutely sweeps everything she touches and i dont know how to stop her. wtf go get them scout kiddo fuck em up