Asks That Start Off Normal But Progressively Get Dark

hi! i just found your blog and i’m excited to read more of what you’ve written :) could i request a markiplier x female reader (established relationship) where the reader has a bad parent situation but hasn’t told mark yet, and he one day brings up meeting her family and she’s all hesitant but he pushes, not realizing the reason she’s hesitant, so they go to dinner with her parents (who she doesn’t talk to often) and they are awful to her and mark and they leave early so he can comfort the reader? sorry for that literally being so long hahaha

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐥.

𝐀/𝐍 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬... 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐈 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐳𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭!

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲-𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐜 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭/𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭, 𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠... 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐛 (𝐨𝐛𝐯𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬)

𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜

𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬/𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐄𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐅𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐡

You and Mark had been dating for roughly a year and two months.

He was probably one of the sweetest, and best, things you could ask for.

Your relationship with him was.. practically perfect.

Except for your parents.

You had a decent job, your dream job.

And yet, that wasn't acceptable to them

You made sure to keep your parents away from Mark, despite having met his mother.

You had kept your distance from your parents for some time, until Mark asked the question.

"𝐇𝐞𝐲, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞. 𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬?" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐝, "𝐔𝐡. 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞." 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬.

Although, he continued to pester you. Not that you minded, you just.. didn't want him to meet your parents.

Eventually, he convinced you to give in and ask about having dinner that weekend.

Mark wasn't home when you asked, mostly because you knew how your parents would respond.

And your assumption was correct.

You told them you had a boyfriend, they asked how long you'd been together, you'd told them.

Then they started to yell at you, as expected.

Eventually, they agreed to the dinner. But you could just feel how your mother rolled her eyes, how your father stomped off as they both did when you were young.

At the dinner, you subtly made motions to show Mark that you'd rather die than stay there longer.

Your parents continuously made rude and harsh remarks that made Mark... kind of astonished that any parent could say that to a child.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲, 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐄𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

Once you both got home, he took you inside and sat on the couch with you.

And then you broke down.

It pained him, deeply, to see you react like that.

He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, rubbing gentle circles on your back and humming a soft song.

Once you were calmed down enough, you explained everything to him.

And he comforted you.

Then, the two of you sat on the couch, binge-watching all of your favorite movies, and eating popcorn.

God,I love the drunk Nari headcanons,I enjoy your writing so much!! Good luck with more writing,I hope you have a great day/night! - Not so anonymous anonymous ♥️

I hope you have a lovely day/night as well! Thank you very much for liking my writings! They're very fun to write!

𝐒𝐨, 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐈𝐃. (𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐝-19)

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 1700 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 (𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐞, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞.. 30)

Just looked at a blog where the header description said 'sometimes I reblog posts I like so I don't forget them'.

And I feel like that, right there, explains so much about how the site has changed in the last few months.

People now think reblogging is an unusual behaviour, rather than a default.

Tumblr newbies, please, for the love of baby Jesus, reblog the posts you like. That is the whole reason the site exists - for you to collect all your shiny fandom objects in a single space. Which you can organize to your heart's content. Or not organize at all, if that's your jam.

Our blogs are intended to be collections of posts, not collections of likes.

“Those poor boys”

“She deserves to be punished too.”

“I’m not saying I support rape, but-”

“Sorry to say - she deserved it.”

“She put herself in harm’s way”

“But if she was fingered, then that’s not rape.”

“She ruined their lives.”

in love with this rn istfg

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part one / part two / part three (you’re here!!) / part four / part five / ???

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besides teaching Ryōmen Sukuna how to drive, and how to play video games, you’re also stuck teaching him how to use a TV.

at first, he really couldn’t care less, but questions did pop up here and there.

“…what is this.. large moving picture frame?” he asks, clearly showing his age through the simple question.

when you answer, he rolls his eyes and simply walks away.

as days pass, you find him standing in front of the TV more and more, all four arms crossed over his torso.

“I must admit, this is.. entertaining. How is it used?” He asks, looking at the TV with a stern face.

You hand him the remote, and he takes it, albeit confusedly.

“And what do you expect me to do with this.. tiny rectangle?” You had to choke back your laughter as he responds.

You have to continuously explain how the remote works, and it takes a half hour before he finally gets it.

He scrolls through the channels, stopping on one with a cartoon.

His brows furrow as he watches the new show, somehow entertained by it.

“What is this.. show called?” He asks, his eyes firm on the television.

You hold back laughter as he seemingly entertains himself with a kids show.

“It’s- it’s called Bluey, ‘Kuna” You respond, a hand over your mouth as you try to hold back laughter.

“…Bluey? What an idiotic name..” He says, although still firmly watching the talking cartoon dog.

Reblog if it's okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice, rant, vent, let something off your chest, or just have a nice chat.

please, please and please.

Imagine if you will…

Falling asleep on a random bench in RADs courtyard. Now you’re all alone and vulnerable at the mercy of any demon who walks by. Belphie comes over first and lays on you, going to sleep as well and serving as a heat pack. Then comes Beel and he stands guard to protect you both.

Asmo and Satan were taking a walk and spotted the three of you. They come over to protect you as well and to chat with Beel about the upcoming exams.

Levi is next. He came in-person for a test and doesn’t want to be alone any longer so with his brothers he goes. A few minuets after they hear Mammon approaching towards them saying that they need to get away from his human.

Lastly, Lucifer arrives to tell everyone off for not being where there supposed to be but his words die on his tongue when he sees your adorable sleeping face. Beelzebub explains that they were just protecting you since you were alone. He shakes his head at your irresponsibility but joins them all in this task and uses the time to catch up with his brothers.

You wake up then and see all of them talking amongst themselves. They all came for different reasons but stayed for you.

Why?

Because they care about you?

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Because they love you.

Hi! Can I send an obey me ask?

Of course you can! Just make sure to remember that I don't write smut, please and thank you!

Hello! Sorry to bother you, but I saw you were wanting OB requests, so I'd thought I would submit one 🙂

Angst/Comfort with Lucifer and Beel? (Seperate pls/and romantically). MC is feeling extremely down, her mental health has declined and she just feels empty and disconnected and she doesn't understand why? And she doesn't think anyone will understand so she goes and confesses to them about it?

I apologize if it's to much, thank you 🩷

Of course! And no worries at all, I may not answer requests immediately but I'll try! So, send in a request if you have any!

This is based in the original timeline!

Warnings ;; Bad mental health, comfort from both Lucifer and Beelzebub, (kind of) stress eating in Beelzebub's part, and (technically) alcohol in Lucifer's part, proceed with caution.

Relationship ;; Romantic

Type ;; Headcanons

Lucifer ;; The Prideful Eldest

Seeing you hurt, hurt Lucifer in response.

Lucifer clearly loved you dearly, even if he may have been a little too strict at times, he did love you.

Lucifer's immediate response to your confession was a frown, said frown being replaced with a gentle and comforting smile in the end.

"I'm deeply sorry you're going through such a time, my dear. I love you, dearly. Would you like a glass of Demonus?"

The fallen angel would ask, his voice soft as he gently looked at you.

If you said yes, he'd grab his best and oldest bottle of Demonus, pouring both of you a glass.

He'd slide you the glass, silently sitting next to you in front of the fire in his private study, that hid in the House of Lamentation's library.

He would never pressure you into speaking your mind, he'd only ask that you spoke the truth when you did so.

Beelzebub ;; The Famished Sixth-Born

Beelzebub felt his heart clench inside of his chest at your confession.

He pulled his head out of the refrigerator, looking over at you with a frown.

He stood up straight, holding his left wrist to his chest with his right hand.

His silence filled the room after your heartfelt confession.

After many a moment of silence, he handed you a plate of sweet confectionaries.

"I.. may not know what you're going through exactly, but.. I can always offer you some sweets? They always help me when I feel guilty for Lilith's passing. After all, you're the one who helped me realize that it wasn't my fault. I love you for that, so much."

Beelzebub responded, taking a confection off of the plate and taking a bite.

He continued to hold the plate out to you, waiting for you to take one.

Even if you said no, he'd find something else for you to eat.

Food always helped him, so he'll try to help you with the same thing.