H-hi I just wanted to say your art is really good. *leaves offering of cookie tart mixture and hides behind curtain super shy* I left extra for your TFC friends too if they want any..
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-This comic contains personal interpretation
1.8K+ Words | GN! Reader | Genre: Skit, Comedy | CW: cursing, MC has morbid sense of humor
Summary ~ MC is excited to introduce all their friends to the werewolf game, a game of secret roles and social deduction to discover who among them is killing each other off in the night. As is usually the case when the brothers and Diavolo are involved, things don’t go as expected as friend is pitted against friend. Do you think you know who the werewolves are?
MC: “Okay. Everyone has their role. Now you will remain asleep unless your role is called. First, I will start with the werewolves. You won’t be doing anything tonight. I just ask that you open your eyes and acknowledge each other so you can work together.”
The werewolves opened their eyes and were either delighted or worried about their fellow werewolves.
MC: “Go back to sleep. Drunk, make eye contact with me. Good. Tanner, look at me…okay. Insomniac, please make eye contact with me…insomniac….insomniac.”
Mammon: “It’s Belphie, isn’t it…”
Satan: “Shut up, we haven’t started yet.”
Mammon: “Sorry!”
MC: “Ok, good. Who would you like to investigate?”
MC: *nodding*
MC: “Witch, make eye contact with me. Thank you, Witch. As I said before, the villagers don’t do anything and will not make eye contact, so they don’t know who the people with roles are.”
MC: “Lastly, Seer, make eye contact with me.”
MC: “Good…who would you like to see?”
MC: *nodding* “Okay…that’s it for the setup. Is everyone ready?”
Luke: “I’m ready!”
Satan: “Ready!”
Thirteen: “Let’s do this!”
Raphael: “Mhm.”
MC: “Good! Okay, everyone, wake up.”
Raphael: “I wasn’t asleep.”
MC: “Okay, when I say wake up and go to sleep, it means open your eyes and close your eyes so the next round begins, okay?”
Simeon: “Oh, I see.”
Diavolo: *nodding*
MC: “So, first. Everyone, introduce yourself!”
Diavolo: “Introduce ourselves? How fun. In that case, I’m Diavolo. I’ll be the mayor of this town. I’m a demon.”
Luke: “I’m Luke, an angel! I’m a priest apprentice.”
Satan: “I didn’t know we were roleplaying?”
Barbatos: “Lord Diavolo decided we are, so we are. I am Lord Diavolo’s faithful demon steward.”
Lucifer: “I’m Lucifer, the tax collector.”
Thirteen: “That’s pretty random, but okay. I’m the village prankster.”
Mephistopheles: “That’s not a real job.”
Thirteen: “Fight me!”
Mephistopheles: *sigh* “I’m Mephistopheles, an aristocrat and the wealthiest man in the village.”
Thirteen: “That’s not a real job either.”
Solomon: “So you acknowledge that prankster isn’t a job?”
Thirteen: “That’s not what I—! Curse you, you damn pest of a magician!”
Solomon: “Good idea, Thirteen. I’m the town magician.”
Mammon: “I’m the town cop then!”
Raphael: “This village is screwed already.”
Raphael: “I suppose I will also be a cop, that way Mammon doesn’t wreak havoc.”
Leviathan: “I’m a fisherman! My name is Leviathan, it’s nice to meet all of you!”
Satan: “I’m the cat caretaker, my name is Satan.”
Solomon: “Cat caretaker?”
Satan: “Yes. There are a lot of cats in this town, naturally.”
Belphegor: “Umm, I guess I’ll be the… lawyer?”
Beelzebub: *nodding*
Luke: “So you’re a lawyer too, Beel?”
Beelzebub: *pauses then nods*
Asmodeus: “Oh, don’t forget me! I’m the town beautician!”
MC: “I see. Now that everyone has introduced themselves, would anyone like to declare their role?”
Raphael: “You mean what the paper said? Is that a smart idea?”
MC: “It could be. You could also lie and say you’re just a villager. This is a social deduction game, so from now on it’s all your strategy.”
Leviathan: “Lol, Mammon, you’re so screwed.”
Mammon: “Hey!”
Lucifer: “He isn’t wrong.”
Mammon: “Dammit, Lucifer! I’m a damn villager anyway, so it’s not like I can lose the game.”
Diavolo: “From MC’s description, you definitely can. The werewolves could decide to kill you, or everyone can vote you out as the werewolf.”
Thirteen: “Well…I’m a villager. What about you, you damn sorcerer?”
Solomon: “I’m just a humble village magician, remember? And I’m a villager too.”
Thirteen: “Likely story!”
Luke: “I believe you, Solomon! I’m a villager too.”
Barbatos: “I’m inclined to believe Luke; he doesn’t tell lies with a straight face.”
Lucifer: “Yes, I agree.”
Belphegor: “Okay, so Luke is innocent. That leaves fourteen more people as suspects.”
Satan: “Right. Yourself included.”
Belphegor: “You already know that’s not true.”
Mammon: “Hah! I called it! You are the insomniac, aren’t you?”
Belphegor: “Is that what you think?”
Mammon: “Huh?”
Lucifer: “He’s just messing with you, Mammon. That’s a good move in this game…potentially. You’ve just incriminated yourself as a werewolf, though.”
Belphegor: “What? I have?”
Satan: “I have something to declare.”
Lucifer: “I can already guess…”
Satan: “Lucifer’s a werewolf.”
There’s a collective sigh in the circle of friends before everyone is quick to debate him.
Lucifer: “Of course you’d say that.”
Diavolo: “And what proof do you have?”
Satan: “…it’s Lucifer.”
Mammon: “Yep, I figured.”
Mephistopheles: “You can’t just claim something with no evidence.”
Belphegor: “Yeah, it makes you look suspicious.”
Thirteen: “That was a horrible strategy.”
Satan: “It’s not a strategy, it’s a fact!”
Belphegor: “I second.”
Solomon: “If you claim it’s a fact, then are you saying you’re the seer?”
Satan: “…no.”
Lucifer: “Here I thought you were better at social deductions than this. You’ve incriminated yourself beyond repair on the first day of the game.”
Satan: “Grr! Shut up! Fine, I’m the seer, okay? I just didn’t want to say that because I’ll be a target for night one right away. Whoever in this crowd is the priest, I’ll need you to protect me, okay. I stuck out my neck for this.”
Thirteen: “That’s funny, you say that, Satan, because I’m actually the Seer. I didn’t say anything for the same reason, but now that I know you’re lying about your role, it’s obvious I should say something. So whoever the priest is, I’ll need you to protect me!”
Satan: “You’re a werewolf too! How many werewolves are in this game?”
MC: “There are five werewolves at large as we speak.”
Luke: “Five! We’re surrounded!”
Simeon: “Don’t worry, Luke, I’m sure we’ll figure it out before we’re outnumbered.”
Luke: “R-right…so is it Satan, Lucifer, or Thirteen?”
Satan: “You’re not the seer, I’m the seer! Don’t get in my way!”
Belphegor: “Sounds like something a werewolf would say.”
Satan: “Aren’t you on my side?”
Solomon: “Why would you assume he’s on your side? Are you both werewolves…”
Diavolo: “I’m not sure who I should vote for…”
Lucifer: “I think it’s obvious…”
Diavolo: “Yes…but things would be far less fun…”
Lucifer: “What are you talking about?”
Mephistopheles: “Lord Diavolo, do you think you know who the werewolves are?”
Lucifer: “For a noble and a reporter, your investigative skills are sorely lacking. It’s clearly Satan.”
Mephistopheles: “What did you just say!?”
Raphael: “It’s already getting out of hand.”
Luke: “Why don’t we just kill Satan so everything can calm down?”
Simeon: “My Luke, that was quite the suggestion…”
Satan: “Absolutely not! You can’t kill me for no reason!”
Lucifer: “Pardon me? Do you hear yourself?”
Satan: “If you want to kill me that quickly, you must be a werewolf!”
Leviathan: “No! You’re claiming seer so we won’t suspect you as a werewolf!”
Raphael: “But we already suspected him, so that made it worse?”
Mephistopheles: “Satan, you’re usually better at social deduction, I’m surprised it’s come to this so quickly…”
Satan: “Then you should believe me! You know how I am.”
Mephistopheles: “You’re right. I’ll vote for Lucifer.”
Lucifer: “Again with the biases.”
Mephistopheles: “You’re suspicious.”
Lucifer: “How so?”
Mephistopheles: “Your foot is shaking, it’s a sign of nervousness.”
Lucifer: “It’s a sign of stress.”
Diavolo: “Oh dear, are you stressed, Lucifer?”
MC: “When isn’t he?”
Mammon: “Come on, Lucifer, ya got nothin’ to be stressed about! I believe you!”
Lucifer: “You’re not helping.”
Mammon: “Hey!”
Leviathan: “If Mammon was so quick to believe Lucifer’s a villager, then he must be a werewolf!”
Mammon: “Huh!?”
Belphegor: “Yeah, my votes on Mammon.”
Mammon: “Hey! Whoa whoa whoa!”
Solomon: “Everyone! We’re almost out of time, we need to make a logical vote. Isn’t that right, MC?”
MC: “Yes. Everyone, the time for talking is over, make your nominations and vote.”
Satan: “Okay. I nominate Lucifer.”
Mephistopheles: “All in favor of killing Lucifer, raise your hand.”
Mephistopheles, Belphegor, and Satan raise their hands while glaring at Lucifer, who rolls his eyes in response.
Leviathan: “I nominate Mammon!”
Mammon: “Hey, what!? I literally only spoke like once!”
Leviathan: “Yeah, and normally you don’t shut up, that’s suspicious!”
Luke: “That’s true…”
Mammon: “Not you too, Luke, aren’t you in favor of Satan?”
Luke: “Hmm…it’s a social deduction game, though, right? And you're acting different, so…then the smart thing to do is vote for people acting unusual…”
Asmodeus: “All in favor of killing Mammon, raise your hand!”
Luke proudly shoots his hand up in the air alongside Asmodeus and Leviathan.
Solomon: “I nominate Thirteen. All in favor?”
Satan: “I agree.”
Barbatos: “I believe you can only vote once…it’s rather suspicious how many people you’re trying to kill off.”
Satan: “It’s because I saw Lucifer and Thirteen claimed my role. All of you know how good I am at detective work; it should be obvious how seriously I’m taking this. This has nothing to do with Lucifer and I!”
MC: “Okay, that’s three for Thirteen, three for Mammon, three for Lucifer. Anyone else, those of you who haven’t voted yet?”
Thirteen: “I think it’s Luke.”
Luke: “What, why!?“
Simeon: “Huh?”
MC: “Your reason?
Thirteen: “I think it would be funny.”
MC: “Ok. Ignoring you….”
MC: “Any actual nominations for anyone else?”
Lucifer: “Satan.”
Barbatos: “Satan.”
Raphael: “It’s Satan.”
Satan: “If you kill me, I will murder every last one of you!”
Thirteen: “That’s something a werewolf would totally say!”
Satan: “I’m not!”
MC: “All votes for Satan?”
Everyone else proceeds to point to Satan as their main culprit.
MC: “It’s decided then…”
Satan: “All of you are dead to me.”
Solomon: “That didn’t take long…”
MC: “In our humble village, all was not well; there was a pack of werewolves running loose, and to make it worse, the cat caretaker seemed to be sneaking around and spying. Everyone was becoming suspicious that the werewolves lurked among them in disguise, so at the afternoon council held by the glorious, esteemed mayor, Diavolo, a vote was made that would shake the village to its core. The village believed in majority rules, and by those rules, they accused Satan, the cat caretaker of their village, of being one of the werewolves that was murdering them. They dragged him into the square. And they set him ablaze.”
Satan: “What the fuck?”
Luke: “Oh no!”
Simeon: “Didn’t you vote for him, Luke?”
Luke: “I didn’t think they’d burn him at the stake…”
MC: “Satan, when your charred corpse is revealed after the flames die down…do they see a human or a wolf?”
Satan: “A human, you bastards!”
MC: “That will be all, you are now silenced and will say nothing else for this game. Please have a seat against the wall.”
Satan: “I’m going to kill all of you.”
Solomon: “Dead people don’t talk.”
Satan: “Shut up.”
Satan sulks and sits on the chair closest to where he was originally seated so he can get a good look at everyone and discover who the real werewolves are.
MC: “Okay. Day one has come to a close. You all murdered an innocent man.”
Raphael: “…”
Belphegor: “Good job, everyone.”
Luke: “….sorry Satan.”
Satan: “I can’t hear you anymore, I’m dead. You murdered me.”
Simeon: “Was that the wind just now? Or are we haunted by a ghost perhaps?”
Lucifer: “Just the wind.”
Mammon: “Really angry wind…”
MC: “Now, everyone, close your eyes and try to sleep after what you’ve done. The first night is now upon us, and the werewolves continue to run loose, all five of them.”
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Give me a heartwarming Christmas movie about Satan traveling around the world every Christmas to deliver presents to all the young kids and kids with learning disorders and disabilities who misspell “Santa” on their Christmas letters every year
And Santa’s all like, “You know, I can handle a few spelling mistakes, I got this,” and Lucifer is like “They’re addressed to me, fuck off, I’m doing it.”
to lave means to wash/bathe/lap at, and it's in basically every sex scene ever
a lathe is a machine that smoothes a spinning piece of wood or metal by cutting thin layers off it, and it's also in an unfortunate number of sex scenes
I don’t know who needs to hear this but it’s okay for writing to be a HOBBY that you do because you enjoy, and that you don’t want to do when you’re not enjoying it. No one’s up in the business of knitters telling them they have to be willing to SUFFER and SWEAT or they’ll NEVER FINISH THAT SWEATER and they can’t expect good things to come to them. I don’t know why our current culture around writing is so intense, but I’m here to support your casual, relaxing writing habit. If people can glue pompoms together or knit a scarf or watch hours of streaming shows with their spare time there’s absolutely no reason writers can’t waste time writing just for pleasure, without any expectation that they’re going to Achieve something Amazing and Important or make a bunch of money or whatever.
I stand corrected: According to a great many who have piped up in the comments, apparently people ARE up in the business of knitters. What the hell. Get out of the business of knitters, people. May we all enjoy our hobbies without pressure to professionalize.
