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@thoughts-rambles
Hi, you can call me Rambles!
This is my (temporary) introduction post where I'll keep my:
Brothers Masterlist
Side Characters Masterlist
and
December Fics Calendar
I tag all my stories with #fics, and my thoughts/other with #rambles
Mammon enjoyed the rush of the outside world. The world outside was full of so much life and so many sounds. The loud would not only drown him, but helped him feel as many colliding emotions and sensations at once. The running- a fear- directly after gambling and stealing- a joy- both pleasures releasing such crazy amounts of endorphins that he couldn't help but feel constantly on top of the world. Mammon loved the outside world. At least he thought he did, until he met you.
After meeting you, he thought of you as nothing more than a bother, a dampener on his otherwise bright and vivid life. But suddenly he had realized you carved your place in his heart and didn't dull his flame, but ignited it. Soon after he realized that his favorite place to be, the thing he loved more in the world, was no longer running outside and drowning himself in pleasure, but rather the simple joys of being in his room with you. The loud and the fun made him feel good, and he wasn't planning on stopping his ways anytime soon, but being with you made him feel a certain way- a comforting warmth that bloomed throughout his body- that he craved any time after the sun went down.
He originally thought as himself as pathetic, who would rather sit in bed than go out for a night in the town? But those guilts were snuffed out to make way for the love he felt. He appreciated them, craved them, those cozy nights where you'd let yourself into his room and make yourself at home in his bed. He'd settle next to you, murmur something about how you take up his space, but never move you or push you away. You'd talk about nothing and he'd lean on you without noticing, maybe pull out his phone and scroll on Devilgram until one of you fell asleep. Tangled in the sheets with your arms wrapped around each other, or maybe with his head on your chest or shoulder as you gently scratch his scalp and lull him to sleep. Moments like those became his favorite, and he wouldn't trade them for the world.
Heh...nice
Pardon me for how out of character I may seem, but I am far too excited to act like an acceptable member of society.
AFTER 2 YEARS AND ALL MY DEVIL POINTS I FINALLY GOT THE ONLY CARD IVE WANTED SO BADLY
WOOOOOO OH YEAH BABY
Official Whiteboy-Mexican™ teaser image.
Believe it or not, I am also a literature nerd- and because of that I have fallen in love with the idea of showing Satan my favorite books. Most, if not all, of what I read is non-fiction, so I take immense pleasure in showing him things like Homo Deus or Descartes' Error or The Prince or Born a Crime or When They Call You a Terrorist or No Longer Human, or even I, Robot. Showing him the truly human side of literature and having him experience the same things I did while reading them.
Human culture is shown through art- and the written form is no exception.
I found an old sketch of Levi's Butterflies' Banquet card I made in May of last year. If I'm feeling it, I may actually render it later.
As a psychology nerd, I love the analysis of Asmo's character through the lens of his narcissism. I think the definition of narcissism has gotten corrupted by popular culture and its conflation with abuser.
Narcissism is based in insecurity and fear of abandonment, and recognizing that Asmodeus is incredibly insecure and searching to be loved is something that touches me deeply.
I can and will ramble about this again.
I've decided I would go through the criteria for Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD) as shown in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders : Fifth Edition (DSM-5) one by one and point out which ones I believe fit into Asmodeus' behaviors.
Guess this will be a thing for however long it takes me to go through the 10 diagnostic criteria.
As a psychology nerd, I love the analysis of Asmo's character through the lens of his narcissism. I think the definition of narcissism has gotten corrupted by popular culture and its conflation with abuser.
Narcissism is based in insecurity and fear of abandonment, and recognizing that Asmodeus is incredibly insecure and searching to be loved is something that touches me deeply.
I can and will ramble about this again.
ahhh thank you so much!! as someone with npd, it's so hard to see posts talking about narcissism without putting the word in a bad light :') parts of narcissism is that the words he say to others about being the best good-looking, kindest, etc aren't AT ALL what he believes and instead a coping mechanism. which makes me so happy that he finds it in mc (and mayhaps his brothers) to be that vulnerable.
Exactly! In all honesty, I believe that NPD along with the other cluster B personality disorders are incredibly stigmatized and demonized.
We know- for a fact- that Asmodeus does not think that he's absolutely perfect. If he did, there would be no need for how he consistently goes on diets because he thinks it will make him more attractive to others. Asmo cares deeply of what others think of him and because of that he tries so hard to become an idealized version he holds of himself.
Throughout the game(s) we see that Asmo can barely even let himself go around his brothers- and when he does it seems to be more joking that genuine. MC is the first being that it seems Asmo can let his hair down around because they see him for what he is and not what he presents himself as.
I don't think Beelzebub is a proper representation of gluttony.
Gluttony is- by definition- consuming things in excess because it makes you feel good. Beel, on the other hand, is constantly hungry, but stops when he gets full. Beel works out because he doesn't feel good just eating, and he actually eats very intuitively.
He's just big, and tall, and has a fast metabolism.
As a psychology nerd, I love the analysis of Asmo's character through the lens of his narcissism. I think the definition of narcissism has gotten corrupted by popular culture and its conflation with abuser.
Narcissism is based in insecurity and fear of abandonment, and recognizing that Asmodeus is incredibly insecure and searching to be loved is something that touches me deeply.
I can and will ramble about this again.
I'm so sorry for saying I will post and then never post... anyways guess who got disowned by his father !
I promise I want to write, and I will eventually, I just have to find the motivation.
I'm so sorry for my almost month-long hiatus!!!!
I was busy with exams and then got sick- TWICE. Seems as if there's some divine intervention purposely keeping me from writing.
Luckily, I have recovered, am in no shortage of prompts- as all my December prompts were winter themed- and will start working on fics again as soon as possible.
Sorry to everyone for not posting in a while; uni is kicking my ASS but I promise ill continue writing and catch up as soon as possible.
I love seeing other people's MC's sooo much I'm debating drawing a model of mine.
Out of all the brothers' rooms, Levi's was the last one you expected to stay a winter night in. His room was always on the cooler side, with the blue lights only helping cement the cold atmosphere. And yet, here you were, laying in his tub under every blanket he could find. It was a cute gesture; he wanted you to stay the night with him so badly he'd sacrifice his own common sense and future dignity.
Now, with the excess blankets and pillows taking up room, you and Levi had been practically squished together. He didn't mind at first- when he was playing a game that is- but as soon as he pressed pause he realized the predicament he was in. You were so close to him, cuddled up far more than he expected, and his heart couldn't take it. He swears his room has never felt warmer, and maybe that was a good thing? You had to stay warm after all. Was he helping? Could he do more? So many thoughts flooded his brain as you laid so calmly next to him, and not negative ones either- hopeful ones. He wondered how close he could get to you, how much he could get you to rely on him. His imagination alone flustered him so much he was almost envious of how collected you were in this situation.
After realizing how his movements stopped and his muscles tensed, you looked up from your phone with a questioning look. It was followed immediately by Levi covering his face and turning away in embarrassment, beginning to mumble about whatever he had created in his head. You worried he had gotten self-conscious again and stopped him before he could continue, peeling his hand away from his face and encouraging him to look at you. You looked him in the eyes, and told him everything was okay before leaning in ever so gently to kiss him. You thought that after all the kisses you'd shared, surely he'd grown accustomed to the feeling, and find it comforting.
But he didn't need comforting in this moment. You had changed him- for the better- and while he would always be flushed, he'd grown a little more confident. Your kiss- in his eyes- was not one of comfort, but an invitation. You felt so warm against him, it seemed as if all the self-doubt had melted away in your presence, and so he leaned into it more. He decided that if you came here, in spite of the cold, and kissed him, the least he could do is share some of his warmth with you. He would channel all the love he held in his heart for you into physical affection, and make sure that you felt anything but cold that night.
As a Mexican I constantly think about Mammon and mamón. I still remember when I first heard his name and immediately giggled to myself thinking that it was fitting.
I particularly enjoy the idea of informing the brothers of this insult, imagining that they, too, would see the insult as appropriate and call him it. Don't know if you'd just tell them for fun or accidentally call one of them mamón and be forced to explain, but either way they'd find out. Mammon would just be confused on why everyone started pronouncing his name weirdly.
