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Tired | Obey me angst | Burnt out MC AU

PLEASE READ: THIS IS ONLY ANOTHER DRAFT THAT I MADE. IM PLANNING TO TAKE A BREAK. 

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okay this is more or less directed towards my feelings. And yes im going to be diagnosed soon because my angst is kind of concerning at this point. 

summary: burnt out mc leaves the Devildom with no warning

warnings: self-indulgent, burnt out feelings, guilt and depression(?), half-venting (kinda on my part)

                           Playing: Moral of the Story by Ashe

                                              ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

and while you’re at it, check my spotify! 

The Devildom was fun. For a while. But the studies and your personal problems began closing in on you. It’s as if it was a trap. You never wanted to be in the same boat with them. Dealing with their problems while also dealing with yours can be tiring. Depressing. It makes you think late into the night. How can you solve all of this while receiving no damage towards your mental and physical health? You thought of this one hard. Yet nothing could slip through the cracks. You had to face them head on, with nothing to protect you. Not even the brothers were aiding you in this war yet they made it with their own hands. It was pathetic, really. They were provoking these problems, but they cower in fear whenever they face with the consequences. How stupid can they be? To use a mortal as their shield was a coward move. But wasn’t it the only thing they can do? They were terrified. Cut them some slack. It’s brutal. Trying to make everything alright while also dealing with the thoughts in your head. You were stable. You were. A sigh left your lips as you flip the dusty pages of a book. Just leave it alone, MC. They never cared. They never cared for you. They never cared if you felt as if you were only a trump card to their succession. You were treated as if you were a doll. Always played with then thrown away. It hurt you. It was like a toxic relationship that breaks apart once you finally try to pry open the brother’s good side. It was certainly something. The once sweet brothers, now held hate in their eyes. Their open hands now closed, their fists clenched. You wanted a break. You deserved it, no? As you stare at the luggage that once helped you bring your items to this Hell, you knew it would help you bring your items to leave this realm. 

   The Devildom was quiet. Really, quiet.  Too quiet. No laughter. No screams. No pain. Nothing. Only the occasional pen scribbling from Lucifer, or the footsteps from Mammon in the halls. They all knew what they were thinking. “Where is MC?” Well, let me answer them for you. Gone. You were gone. No where in site. Pain struck them as they began looking for you. And yet, no clue or trace to be found. You knew it was wrong. To leave. But, wouldn’t it be better to just leave completely than stay? They never wanted you there in the first place. They hated you. They never wanted you. They didn’t love you. But as you held your tears in your once warm home, you held your heart. As a pained smile masked you, you thought to yourself. You may have left them completely, MC, but did they truly leave you?

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊

Okay i left for like an entire month. And I’m sorry for that. But I was taking care of myself. I felt really low in that period of time. But I’m feeling better now! I still plan to write more stories, but my posts will be slowed. Originally, I planned to make this a full on story, but I decided to make it a draft or an idea for some others to take and use. 

Taglist:

@auspiciouscat, @sxgar-milk  @savagemickey03 @wassupcampers , @assuconu , @mymy16068 , @kittyspit-blog

Tired | Obey me angst | Burnt out MC AU

PLEASE READ: THIS IS ONLY ANOTHER DRAFT THAT I MADE. IM PLANNING TO TAKE A BREAK. 

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊

okay this is more or less directed towards my feelings. And yes im going to be diagnosed soon because my angst is kind of concerning at this point. 

summary: burnt out mc leaves the Devildom with no warning

warnings: self-indulgent, burnt out feelings, guilt and depression(?), half-venting (kinda on my part)

                           Playing: Moral of the Story by Ashe

                                              ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

and while you’re at it, check my spotify! 

The Devildom was fun. For a while. But the studies and your personal problems began closing in on you. It’s as if it was a trap. You never wanted to be in the same boat with them. Dealing with their problems while also dealing with yours can be tiring. Depressing. It makes you think late into the night. How can you solve all of this while receiving no damage towards your mental and physical health? You thought of this one hard. Yet nothing could slip through the cracks. You had to face them head on, with nothing to protect you. Not even the brothers were aiding you in this war yet they made it with their own hands. It was pathetic, really. They were provoking these problems, but they cower in fear whenever they face with the consequences. How stupid can they be? To use a mortal as their shield was a coward move. But wasn’t it the only thing they can do? They were terrified. Cut them some slack. It’s brutal. Trying to make everything alright while also dealing with the thoughts in your head. You were stable. You were. A sigh left your lips as you flip the dusty pages of a book. Just leave it alone, MC. They never cared. They never cared for you. They never cared if you felt as if you were only a trump card to their succession. You were treated as if you were a doll. Always played with then thrown away. It hurt you. It was like a toxic relationship that breaks apart once you finally try to pry open the brother’s good side. It was certainly something. The once sweet brothers, now held hate in their eyes. Their open hands now closed, their fists clenched. You wanted a break. You deserved it, no? As you stare at the luggage that once helped you bring your items to this Hell, you knew it would help you bring your items to leave this realm. 

   The Devildom was quiet. Really, quiet.  Too quiet. No laughter. No screams. No pain. Nothing. Only the occasional pen scribbling from Lucifer, or the footsteps from Mammon in the halls. They all knew what they were thinking. “Where is MC?” Well, let me answer them for you. Gone. You were gone. No where in site. Pain struck them as they began looking for you. And yet, no clue or trace to be found. You knew it was wrong. To leave. But, wouldn’t it be better to just leave completely than stay? They never wanted you there in the first place. They hated you. They never wanted you. They didn’t love you. But as you held your tears in your once warm home, you held your heart. As a pained smile masked you, you thought to yourself. You may have left them completely, MC, but did they truly leave you?

┊ ┊ ┊ ┊

Okay i left for like an entire month. And I’m sorry for that. But I was taking care of myself. I felt really low in that period of time. But I’m feeling better now! I still plan to write more stories, but my posts will be slowed. Originally, I planned to make this a full on story, but I decided to make it a draft or an idea for some others to take and use. 

Taglist:

@auspiciouscat, @sxgar-milk  @savagemickey03 @wassupcampers , @assuconu , @mymy16068 , @kittyspit-blog