honestly had no idea people built OC/rpg style characters to play if with. that's great! my MC is just Me, Some Guy. i too have had a Bad Time in a small town in the northern midwest. i, personally, washed up on the shore of schrodinger's box and am now reckoning with evil magic fog. i am romancing perri because that's the character most immediately analogous to my actual real life boyfriend. i am making deals with the devil real estate agent for free housing because man, i would if i could. etc.
The different ways people play IFs is always really interesting to me!! I'm the type to build a character, but I know a lot of folks self-insert, too!
You were great once. You were prideful and skillful and cruel. You still are these things, you think.
And maybe you can successfully drink and laugh and flirt and chase your pain away. But the person that you were grips your jaw and demands attention. You have no title to hide behind, no way to look away. You wouldn't deserve to.
They told you that you'd be great. It's time to face that you were never good.
What would you/your MC do if you/they bodyswapped with Lucifer for a day? My MC would have Satan and Asmo record them karaoke-ing songs he would absolutely hate but fit him to a T, Like Varsity Fanclub's "Zero".
my MC would dress himself up REAL fancy and hot, talking dark clothes and lace here, hair done and some red eyeshadow to add, some nice high-heeled boots to finish the look, and would go out clubbing with asmo like that.
nothing more infuriating to him than a handsome man who refuses to reach his full potential looks-wise.
he cannot stand lucifer and knows he'd hate it but yuuta also loves a good time, so kill two birds with one stone like that.
Older demon bros with an mc who shakes and self soothes by twisting their hair or rocking
Rating: G
Warnings: descriptions of anxiety, panic attacks
You’re sitting at the dinner table, poking at your food, your stomach in knots even though Asmo was kind enough to make your favorite. It’s loud. It’s always so loud. Mammon and Levi bickering, Beel’s chewing, even Lucifer’s sighs as he watches Belphie and Satan plotting. Your uniform shirt feels itchy against your skin and you know you didn’t do as well on your history quiz as you’d hoped. You just want to leave and hide in the dark quiet of your room. But Asmo is looking at you with a worried smile now and you don’t want to hurt his feelings, don’t want to seem ungrateful. You take a bite and chew slowly even though everything tastes like sawdust. As you chew and try to swallow past the lump in your throat you start to sway side to side a little. Everyone is so busy they won’t notice, right? Besides, it gives you enough comfort to swallow and take another bite and a small sip of water. Your hammering heart and sweaty palms remind you that it’s still not enough comfort though. You should leave. You need to leave. But you can’t bring yourself to stand and draw any attention to yourself. Unbidden, your hand reaches up to coil a lock of hair around your fingers tightly, twisting and rubbing the pad of your thumb over the smooth texture. Something in you loosens. You’re going to be okay.
Lucifer’s voice interrupts your moment of self soothing, harsh and frustrated.
“Can you please just sit still at the table and stop playing with your hair like a child, MC? Really, you’re worse than Levi and Mammon.”
You freeze, looking like you’ve just been slapped. In an instant, all hell breaks loose.
Lucifer:
Lucifer realizes, belatedly, that he has Fucked Up Big Time but before he can apologize a plate hits him in the back of the head. He’s ashamed that he took his frustration out on you but knows he is the last person who could possibly make you feel better right now. It’s too late for that. All he can do is make sure you get out of the chaos unharmed and hopefully allow him to apologize properly later. He nods to one of his brothers, still unable to look you in the eye, and watches you walk away on shaking legs. He’s worried about you but doesn’t know how to express himself because he’s an emotionally constipated old man (affectionate.) The next day after you come home from RAD, there’s a beautiful wooden rocking chair in your room with a soft blanket and an envelope on top of it. The words inside are a little stiff but obviously carefully thought out and genuine, even affectionate. You know how hard it is for him to put aside his pride, but he’ll do it for you any time if it keeps you from looking the way you did when he snapped at you.
Mammon:
Mammon saw red. Sure, Lucifer was always on his case but that’s just because he’s a scumbag! What right did Lucifer have to talk to his human like that? Especially after all you’ve done for them. Before he can even process what’s happening, he’s in his demon form and flipping the table. He would have done more but he sees how pale you look, frozen in your chair, and scoops you into a bridal carry instead. He cradles you to his chest, letting you hide from the chaos of the dining room until the two of you reach the safety of his room. He sits on his bed but doesn’t put you down, gently arranging you so that you’re comfortable in his lap and stroking your hair. His usually possessive touch is much lighter than usual like he’s afraid you’ll break apart under his hands.
“Hey, human- I mean, MC, yer shaking.”
You just nod and squirm in his lap a little until he realizes what you want and starts rocking you slowly. Your body finally goes limp in his hold, exhausted by all the adrenaline, and you feel your eyelids grow heavy. Mammon never stops rocking you for a moment and as you drift off in the soft warm cocoon of his arms you hear him whisper, “Don’t worry, MC, the Great Mammon will always be here to take care of you.”
Levi:
Levi gently grabs you by the elbow and pulls you out of your chair just in time for the table to miss you as it goes flying across the room. He doesn’t mean to startle you but you scream anyway which only makes him scream. This rescue mission is...not off to a great start. But he can’t leave his Henry like this! He puts his headphones over your ears to drown out the fighting and continues tugging you to his room. In his distress, he inadvertently transforms and his tail wraps itself around your waist protectively, helping steady and guide you. He’s no stranger to anxiety and once he has you settled into one of his bean bag chairs, he brings you a weighted blanket. After that, he doesn’t know what to do with himself so he awkwardly sits next to you, taking care so your sides don’t touch, and waits for any indication that you need something from him. Levi’s room is designed to be soothing with the delicate glow of his jellyfish lamps and the soft blue light and bubbling from Henry 2.0’s aquarium. The bean bag molds to your body, cradling you and providing a calming pressure in addition to the weighted blanket. You look over at Levi through half-lidded eyes and he squeaks. You look so cute in his headphones! You look so soft and sweet in general. You lean your head on his shoulder and grab one of his hands, placing it on your head.
“Y-you want me to pet you?” He asks, flabbergasted. You hum in agreement. Hesitantly, he starts petting your hair before settling into a rhythm that has both of your rapid heartbeats slowing.
minecraft is a special game where the travellijgn merchant breaks into your house, is kicked out because his llamas wont fit through the door and glitch him out, and then he get swept down the ravine nearby but hs still close enough to hear the squidward noises but you cant see him so its haunting
