Hey guyys!!! so erm I found some of my old writing and was lowkey tweaking over it so.... lololol posting time!!
~1k words and there might be mistakes, this is also supposed to be sanegiyu but no names are mentioned so go off chat <33
I used to think he hated me. Hated the world and cursed its creations for existing in his presence. I thought that he would go to bed praying for my downfall. For the downfall of humanity; of life, the natural order.
The look in his eyes had said it all. Blank and cold, a vat of forgotten emotions that only became more distant as the days went on, voids that went on for a millennia.
When we spared, his expressions changed slightly, and I liked that. But no matter how hard I tried I couldn't bring life into his eyes. I would often catch myself wanting to stare endlessly into the grayish expanse of them, wondering how bright the blue was, hidden behind that greyish hue.
When we argued, his eyes pushed further. They pushed away from me, yet pushed for me to look deeper; to find the chest of suppressed emotions locked away in the far corners of his mind.
When we sat together, he almost looked hollow. He was a husk of whoever his former self was. He would sip at his tea quietly and stare holes into the table, refusing to make conversation. I wouldn’t have been able to speak with him without blurting out something I would have regretted.
I had always had a hundred questions to ask him. About his long dark hair, his clothing, the way he held himself.
His confidence had infuriated me. I wanted to know more about him and why he would utter words that placed him above the rest of us. Why he would isolate himself and refuse to interact with anyone. Why he would refuse to look us in the eye. Why he wouldn’t cooperate.
I found myself wanting to know him. To be his friend.
I started noticing the little things about him. The way his hair would sway softly when he walked ahead of me. The way he would grip his sleeves when he didn’t know what to say. The way he would blush at any complement.
I would find myself staring at him. Admiring him, adoring the smallest of things that he would do. His eyes would light up at the animals we passed on the street, a ghost of a smile on his face.
His happiness was contagious.
I wanted more of it. I wanted him to be happy.
I soon found myself hanging out with him. Taking him to his favorite restaurants, watching his favorite movies, visiting his favorite stores. He would always refuse to let me pay for him.
I insisted of course. Watching the subtle changes in his stoic exterior was a more than fair trade. I had wanted to get a reaction out of him for years now, and I had just managed to wedge my way into his emotions.
I grew fond of him in a way that I never thought I would. I wanted to to see more of him. The way he cried, the way he laughed, the way he slept. I wanted to be with him forever.
I had no way of knowing if he felt the same way. I had made so much progress, and I wasn't going to ruin it.
Days turned to weeks. Weeks to months. My fondness had mirrored that of a crush developed in elementary school.
I couldn't help but feel weak to him. To the way his eyes softened at the sight of me.
I wanted to bottle his hopes and fears into a mason jar. Keep them for myself to look at like a cocooning butterfly. I could feel myself marveling at each crumb of vulnerability I could get from him.
I still hated him. I really did. I hated when he would retreat back into his shell. I hated when his eyes became just as distant as before. I hated when he would close himself off to other people around us.
I couldn't help but fall.
It was hard to admit at first. But I loved him. It was a love that transcended boundaries and imperfections.
I loved when the weight of the world seemed to lift from his shoulders and he would allow himself to live. I saw glimpses of a soul so beautifully broken, a beautiful stain-glass painting installed in the front and center of the most intricate cathedral.
He was a puzzle I couldn't solve. Layers upon layers to his complexities, each one more intricate than the last. I wanted to unravel him, ruin and tear apart is stoic front. I had never liked that part of him anyway.
So, I remained with him, subtly wedging myself further into his life. We shared countless moments together – laughter, tears, whispered secrets in the dead of night.
There was always a lingering part of him that remained distant. I couldn't pry it out of him no matter how hard I had tried. The layers around his heart had solidified with years of solitude.
I had begun to realize that his hate for the world was only that of a mirror. It was himself who he hated. He kept me at an arms-length.
I wanted to be the one he let in.
I wanted to hold his hands and kiss him.
I wanted him to see himself the way I saw him.
The change in him was subtle. Like a sunflower following the sun's path through the sky. He would smile. He would engage in conversation. He would stare right back at me.
We were laying next to each other in the dead of night when I had spoke my truth to him. I thought he was asleep, lying by my side with his head resting on the soft pillow to my right. He had his arm draped over my chest, his legs curled up loosely near my own.
I had looked over at him, an endearing smile appearing on my face at the pure sight of him. I couldn't keep it to myself, it had come out in the domesticity of the moment.
Those three endearing words falling from my lips in a soft whisper.
Hey guyys!!! so erm I found some of my old writing and was lowkey tweaking over it so.... lololol posting time!!
~1k words and there might be mistakes, this is also supposed to be sanegiyu but no names are mentioned so go off chat <33
I used to think he hated me. Hated the world and cursed its creations for existing in his presence. I thought that he would go to bed praying for my downfall. For the downfall of humanity; of life, the natural order.
The look in his eyes had said it all. Blank and cold, a vat of forgotten emotions that only became more distant as the days went on, voids that went on for a millennia.
When we spared, his expressions changed slightly, and I liked that. But no matter how hard I tried I couldn't bring life into his eyes. I would often catch myself wanting to stare endlessly into the grayish expanse of them, wondering how bright the blue was, hidden behind that greyish hue.
When we argued, his eyes pushed further. They pushed away from me, yet pushed for me to look deeper; to find the chest of suppressed emotions locked away in the far corners of his mind.
When we sat together, he almost looked hollow. He was a husk of whoever his former self was. He would sip at his tea quietly and stare holes into the table, refusing to make conversation. I wouldn’t have been able to speak with him without blurting out something I would have regretted.
I had always had a hundred questions to ask him. About his long dark hair, his clothing, the way he held himself.
His confidence had infuriated me. I wanted to know more about him and why he would utter words that placed him above the rest of us. Why he would isolate himself and refuse to interact with anyone. Why he would refuse to look us in the eye. Why he wouldn’t cooperate.
I found myself wanting to know him. To be his friend.
I started noticing the little things about him. The way his hair would sway softly when he walked ahead of me. The way he would grip his sleeves when he didn’t know what to say. The way he would blush at any complement.
I would find myself staring at him. Admiring him, adoring the smallest of things that he would do. His eyes would light up at the animals we passed on the street, a ghost of a smile on his face.
His happiness was contagious.
I wanted more of it. I wanted him to be happy.
I soon found myself hanging out with him. Taking him to his favorite restaurants, watching his favorite movies, visiting his favorite stores. He would always refuse to let me pay for him.
I insisted of course. Watching the subtle changes in his stoic exterior was a more than fair trade. I had wanted to get a reaction out of him for years now, and I had just managed to wedge my way into his emotions.
I grew fond of him in a way that I never thought I would. I wanted to to see more of him. The way he cried, the way he laughed, the way he slept. I wanted to be with him forever.
I had no way of knowing if he felt the same way. I had made so much progress, and I wasn't going to ruin it.
Days turned to weeks. Weeks to months. My fondness had mirrored that of a crush developed in elementary school.
I couldn't help but feel weak to him. To the way his eyes softened at the sight of me.
I wanted to bottle his hopes and fears into a mason jar. Keep them for myself to look at like a cocooning butterfly. I could feel myself marveling at each crumb of vulnerability I could get from him.
I still hated him. I really did. I hated when he would retreat back into his shell. I hated when his eyes became just as distant as before. I hated when he would close himself off to other people around us.
I couldn't help but fall.
It was hard to admit at first. But I loved him. It was a love that transcended boundaries and imperfections.
I loved when the weight of the world seemed to lift from his shoulders and he would allow himself to live. I saw glimpses of a soul so beautifully broken, a beautiful stain-glass painting installed in the front and center of the most intricate cathedral.
He was a puzzle I couldn't solve. Layers upon layers to his complexities, each one more intricate than the last. I wanted to unravel him, ruin and tear apart is stoic front. I had never liked that part of him anyway.
So, I remained with him, subtly wedging myself further into his life. We shared countless moments together – laughter, tears, whispered secrets in the dead of night.
There was always a lingering part of him that remained distant. I couldn't pry it out of him no matter how hard I had tried. The layers around his heart had solidified with years of solitude.
I had begun to realize that his hate for the world was only that of a mirror. It was himself who he hated. He kept me at an arms-length.
I wanted to be the one he let in.
I wanted to hold his hands and kiss him.
I wanted him to see himself the way I saw him.
The change in him was subtle. Like a sunflower following the sun's path through the sky. He would smile. He would engage in conversation. He would stare right back at me.
We were laying next to each other in the dead of night when I had spoke my truth to him. I thought he was asleep, lying by my side with his head resting on the soft pillow to my right. He had his arm draped over my chest, his legs curled up loosely near my own.
I had looked over at him, an endearing smile appearing on my face at the pure sight of him. I couldn't keep it to myself, it had come out in the domesticity of the moment.
Those three endearing words falling from my lips in a soft whisper.
I fully believe that Solomon and MC just shout ""Wizard Spells"" at each other whenever they're bored. They shout shit like "I CAST MANUAL BLINKING" "I CAST MANUAL BREATHING" "I CAST EYELASH STUCK IN EYE" "I CAST TOTAL TOUNGE AWARENESS"
No real magic is used but a few demon brothers witnessed a "Wizard Duel" between MC and Solomon and got effected by "manual breathing" and fully believe that they are actually casting spells.
Lucifer: What in the devildom are you all up to now?
Mammon: SHH! MC and Solomon are having a wizard duel.
Belphie: I thought MC could only use our magic? Who's magic are they using?
Asmo: Their own!
Satan: They don't have magic.
Beel: Thats what we thought too but look.
-cut to MC and Solomon on opposite sides of the House of Lamentation's living room-
MC: I CAST INSTANT BRAZILLIAN WAX
Solomon: Oh you son of a bitch- I CAST ITCHY BONES!
MC: I CAST KIDNEY STONES!
Solomon: I CAST ENDOMETRIOSIS!
Lucifer: This is ridiculous. These aren't real spells.
okay so. I know the majority of us losers are socially awkward... not me protecting onto y'all
ANYWAY what if when mc first came down to the devildom they were like super quiet and standoffish
so instead of trying to do whatever happens in the cannon and getting mammon's pact within 48 hours of knowing hell existed, they just kind of existed with their arms folded up to their chest & a deer in headlights look
introvert CENTRAL
kind of inserting myself like a dweeb here but like, that combined w being zoned out and getting teary eyed every half an hour or so
random ass headcannon, but I feel like the demons (and maybe angels) would have trouble understanding dialects and accents and stuff
Not here saying that they don't know human world languages or anything -- oh no no no no no.....
I'm saying that they understand it, but they understand it in the same way that your friend who's only ever exposed to and speaks English, knows Spanish via duolingo
This is also coming from someone w a somewhat predominant socal accent, not in the way that's like
""Omg!!!! You do NOT sound like the movies!!"
but more like "oh yeah your from the west"
but I've been laying here on my bed at 23:25 (11:25 for normies) thinking about how if I tried to give old man Lucifer directions in the spaghetti that is California freeways, I don't think he'd understand me
especially since I have a lisp..... dear god
"Merge lef', id'll take uths north when we ged up drhat ramp."
".....What???"
"Merge lefFT"
thanks for sitting through my poor attempt at writing my personal phonetics lol
omfg what about like animated language? Cause like what about when you do an exaggerated voice to talk to Cerberus or something and they just can't understand you
Imagine baby talking one of them omg
"Aweee youwr thow kyuuteee"
"what spell are you putting on me?"
".. Did you not have a childhood?"
I'm having way too much fun with this holy shit
I'm just thinking like, imagine changing your voice depending on emotion/habit or smthn
cause I def do that & I know you losers do too
those specific phrases that you say w a certain change in tone and accent or something, or for effect you drop your voice
(kinda baby voice + grabby hands) "gimmie that bag of white powder. gimmie gimmie gimmie"
"...????" (hands it to you not quite understanding what you said) "what is it?"
(sudden drop in voice) "cocaine." (pause then higher pitched voice again) "it's for my cookies!!"
what the fuck am I doing with my life,, solving a random math problem on tumblr for no reason from some obey me post
im absolutely sure that my solution and equation is utterly incorrect cuz I think so and im a terrible explainator (what isbthag that ia not a word) (and yes i did calculate this on a piece of scrap paper I found on my side tabel cuz I'm boredmele)
Dawg I'mma be real w you I don't understand how I like activated everybody's (in the om fandom) math tingle like 😭😭
so many reposts and/or comments have been ppl solving it and it's kinda funny ngl
I love you and everyone who wants to help me w math that ik how to do :D
OK BUT ANYWAYS
I learned how to solve it differently actually; so instead of using foil (LOVE FOIL FUCK THE BOX METHOD IT CAN KILL ITSELF) you quite literally plug in g(x) as x for f(x) cause it's like.... yk f(g(x)
So it's literally (2x + 3)^2
All you gotta do is plug in the value of g(x) as the x for f
what the fuck am I doing with my life,, solving a random math problem on tumblr for no reason from some obey me post
im absolutely sure that my solution and equation is utterly incorrect cuz I think so and im a terrible explainator (what isbthag that ia not a word) (and yes i did calculate this on a piece of scrap paper I found on my side tabel cuz I'm boredmele)
Dawg I'mma be real w you I don't understand how I like activated everybody's (in the om fandom) math tingle like 😭😭
so many reposts and/or comments have been ppl solving it and it's kinda funny ngl
I love you and everyone who wants to help me w math that ik how to do :D
OK BUT ANYWAYS
I learned how to solve it differently actually; so instead of using foil (LOVE FOIL FUCK THE BOX METHOD IT CAN KILL ITSELF) you quite literally plug in g(x) as x for f(x) cause it's like.... yk f(g(x)
So it's literally (2x + 3)^2
All you gotta do is plug in the value of g(x) as the x for f
do you. do you think that people born before 2001 just dont play games or smth. like anyone born before 2001 just has no idea what obey me is. what the fuck
(im joking op i was just thrown totally out of the immersion by being told that i wasnt born when i very much was lmao)
