#sleptsin

[diabolt]

@sleptsin

something here was off. majorly off. syn couldn’t tell exactly what was going on, but she knew she wasn’t in the right place, her world. things just felt wrong, and one of the biggest signs that what she was feeling was true was that she couldn’t find her way back home. she still had her rune on her arm, and it was showing where she was. she wasn’t in the mortal realm, and even if she was, it wasn’t the one she was accustomed to.

“ is this... a different hell? “

people ( demons? ) were staring at her, standing in the middle of the sidewalk, looking around like she had just woken up from a coma. maybe she had for all she knew. though she was wary of demons from this world, she had no choice but to ask.

“ hey, what do you call this place? this isn’t the netherworld, is it? “

[kirakiras]

      She thinks it would be better if she tried flagging down a taxi instead of walking the rest of the way home. Even if it was fairly close. She’s tired. She’d rather crawl than take another step, but you know, appearances. So it’s best to take a taxi.

      She steps up to the curb, not noticing the car speeding down the road, and so fails to avoid the tsunami of puddled rainwater it causes as it blurs by. Arm lowers as she assesses what happened, having had no time to even try shielding herself. Blinks. She turns to see how many had front row seats to this luck of hers, but instead comes face to face with someone who’d been standing in the splash zone with her. Poor soul, he was just as soaked in shock as she.

      “Pu-HA!” Hands clasp over her mouth. She tries to quell the laughter bubbling at her throat at the sight of him. Though it’s difficult. Maybe it seemed mean to laugh, but there was no intention to make fun of him. Really. It was more like she was glad to have a buddy in the same predicament. But it’s easy to misunderstand.

@sleptsin // starter.​

[sodasexual]

@Sleptsin: ♪ Mōrō, kyō mo fushizen de iyou ♪

@sleptsin​

While walking back from the grocery store with food for the week, I ended up finding myself in front of a music store. Sitting there on the display, for everyone to see, was a guitar. Nothing too extravagent in appearance, but definitely well made.

...And definitely expensive, as looking at the price tag told me.

I groaned in frustration. Why couldn’t I have been granted at least my guitar when I was brought here? I was a Vocaloid producer, you know! I have my own songs or songs from others that I could play as acoustic covers as a street performer to earn some money-

No, wait. *slap!* What am I thinking?! Street performing? Having to potentially endure the crushing defeat as nobody gives me any tips? Or worse, having to potentially endure unparalled success, with people crowding around me to watch me perform live?!

No bueno, that is not an option for me at all! Maybe, instead... I could upload videos of me performing at Fantasy Youtube? But I don’t have any proper recording equipment besides my cell phone! High quality video and audio requires quite the investment in production! And how can I produce anything without a computer?!

“Uuuuuuurgh... Why can’t I just get a job granted to me by the Heavens, or something? I need my computeeeeer...”

[baphometed]

❛  yer sis’s demon right?  ❜   /    @sleptsin​

[greedilie]

Castles always had some kind of treasure in them. That's what Mammon thought, anyway. Why own a castle if you weren't going to stash treasures in a vault under it's base? Whatever princess and king lived there didn't matter to this demon, his ruler was Prince Diavolo, and he only followed him because of Lucifer - despite that he tried to steal from Diavolo all the time, so the idea of stealing treasures from some other royal didn't register a single shred of concern or guilt.

It's dusk as Mammon squints at the castles silhouette against an orange and pink sky. The display itself makes him pause, he didn't see a sky like this in the Devildom... not so vividly colourful, nothing at all like the dark skies he knows. This distraction is all it takes for him to trip on the path toward Briary Castle.

"Wha-!" Toes hit dead weight and Mammon falls forward, catching himself with hands against stone. He's holding himself over a leg? With a push he's on his knees and looking up the leg at...

"Eh?? Belphie? What are you doin here??"

@sleptsin​

[willbeshot]

@sleptsin said: “Finally the time of year where I can wear a blanket outside and no one will judge me.”

“Mm, not quite– I would most certainly judge you for that. After all, I’m judging you right now. What’s stopping me from continuing to do so whilst you wear a tacky piece of fabric around your body?”

[heartdetector]

            By now Herlock knew good and well that some days he would feel out of his element in this new environment. Such things came with being from the ‘ past ’, but some days he couldn’t help but feel like perhaps there was TOO much that changed in time. Right now for example, Herlock couldn’t help but notice this especially strange stranger. He was used to their different and much less modest dress by now, so that was not the issue he had with the other --- rather, he was rather confused by what the other held. 

            Was that... a pillow... ?  What that a thing that was acceptable to take with you from your house in these times ? Somehow that felt inappropriate to the purple haired man. If people went around carrying pillows and the like with them what was next ? Blankets ? Mattresses ? He was fully aware that there were many other things he could be worrying about in this moment, but he couldn’t help but mutter to himself, “ I don’t think I’ll ever understand these times... ” even if the other might catch on to what he means. // @sleptsin​

[enviedsin]

                        “ I’m so booooooored...!! ” The purple haired man groaned shoving his face into his arms as he leaned on a nearby table at his brother’s apartment. That was a weird statement he never thought he’d need to think about. Sure --- Mammon threatened to move out or whatever, whenever things got tough for him around the house, but BELPHIE ? Lucifer could be a pain at times but Levi couldn’t say he ever really entertained the thought of the youngest leaving his brothers ( though this was arguably a purposeful ignorance ) . Though, thankfully this situation was brought on not because Belphie got pissed and moved out and just because he got kidnapped and brought to a weird place neither of them have heard of before. Yay.... 

                        A new place... Levi wasn’t complaining about being in a fantastical place that reminded him of a game or manga --- but at the same time he was only able to do so much. It wasn’t like he was able to go questing or anything so he was just left with his games. THAT HE DIDN’T HAVE. At least he still had his phone... Thinking of which he popped his head up once more to look back at his brother before asking, “ Did you end up downloading that multiplayer game they have here that I told you about ? ” Please be his saving grace, Belphie !!! // @sleptsin​