#Devil's Quintuplets

[missfluffykoi]

happy birthday to this silly little guy :D

[nguyetmunff]

Ok so this is based off the other anon who mentioned the board game that seemed to predict the future but with rayne and stuff but insteadbcan you like how you think it would go like if the devil quintuplets and walkis gang played the game instead :D -MFK(srry if I’m asking for too much it’s just hard to find written content of the devil quintuplets and walkis gang 💔)

Don't be ^^ you always ask interesting questions and I'm always happy to see a familiar name in my inbox :)

So I'll split them into the Quintuplet groups and Walkis group since I can't think of a scenario where the two would sit in the same room and play the board game amicably tbh

Devil's Quintuplets

0️⃣ “I have came across a peculiar board game that allegedly can see into your future. As parts of my flesh and blood, do not even entertain the thoughts of having a future outside of serving me faithfully as you were born to be. Whoever finishes first will get an additional portion of my blood.”

🍷 “Sounds neat! I’ll go first then!”

🤡 “No, I will.” *murks delisaster* “…‘breathe in the direction of a mud user at a circus event. Receive the “Ugh, sands in my socks!” status within 5 spaces of the Bureau of Magic headquarters and automatically lose half of your remaining lifespan every time you are in a desert region.’ …but I don’t go to the desert.”

🥞 “I see. You’d do well to avoid an earth-type Visionary, since your parlor tricks don’t always work on them. ‘Joined a bodybuilding club and became best friends with the others. Your journey as a dessert chef begins here! Gain +1,000 muscle points and lose -500 sanity points.’ …what?”

👥 “…”

0️⃣ “Doom. See me in my chamber after this.”

🥞 “…yes, Father.”

🍮 “What kind of pudding shall be in my future— ‘An epidemic broke out infecting all livestock populations and drove the prices of eggs and milk up. No eggs or milk in prison meals for the foreseeable future. Expedited mental decline and increased chance of parasitic infection by 75%’—WHAT??!!? What do you mean no puddings?!?”

0️⃣ “Hmm…this could be a profitable business venture. If I choose the correct moment to squeeze that bottleneck further…Cell.”

💎 “Yes, Father. I’ll look into the matter right away.”

🍷 “Uh…are we just going to ignore the prison part?”

🥞 *stares at Epidem losing his mind* “If he’s weak enough to get caught then it’s no loss to us. It’s your turn.”

🍷 “…sure. ‘Congratulations! Your last meal is a flavorful rabbit soup. GAME OVER :) Gain +300 protein points and +10,000,000 favorability from maggots and flies.’ Hold up. Last meal? Wtf??”

🤡 *side-eying Epidem* “Sure the parasitic infection status didn't go to the wrong guy?"

0️⃣ “You useless louts. Go to the training area and fight each other to the death before coming to my office and explain yourselves.”

👥 “…yes, Father.”

*later*

0️⃣ “… ‘A scary old friend is testing out a new castration method. Gain +1,000 fear points and an automatic ‘GAME OVER’ within 10 spaces of the Meliadoul clinic.’ …what is that old broad even doing?”

Walkis

 🌊 “My older brothers sent this game to me from home. Shall we play a round before the battle with Easton tomorrow?”

🦟 “…why is it so beat up?”

 🌊 “They all got a little excited. Who wants to go first?”

📞 “I will. I’d rather be seeing Mother than wasting time here—oh Mother, Mother, Mother, please kindly grant me strength from your boundless grace—”

🧲 “…what the hell is that mamacon doing?”

🧊 “Praying to Gom to roll a good number” *🧲 blank stares* “Get it? ‘Gom’? God and mom?”

📞 “ ‘Due to tarnishing the game system, you are stripped of all your assets and automatically demoted to the last place. Gain +100,000,000 mamacon points and lose -300,000,000 normie points.’ ;) Just according to keikaku (*keikaku means plan). Bye and have a shit game, I’m going to have a much better time than you guys.”

🧲 “…he left.”

🧊 “No, he right.”

🦟 “Perhaps you could go next instead of wasting your energy making dumb jokes.”

🧊 “…‘Made your broom class teacher laughed during an exam so you passed with flying colors. Receive the status ‘Teacher’s Pet’ whenever you are within two spaces of an educational institution which allows you to bypass ten spaces.' I knew someone would appreciate my jokes—they are jest that good after all!”

👥 *gags*

🦟 “I will go next. ‘Fished up a human shark and became friends with them after they gave you tips on transformation magic. Gain +200 friendship points and the ‘Surf and Turf’ status within 2 spaces of Easton or Walkis’. Not bad, though I do wonder why Easton.”

🧲 “I remember now. There’s one guy in the same year as us who can transform into a shark—piteously weak, though. I doubt he could teach you anything.”

🌊 “That’s right—you used to attend Easton. Why don’t you go next, Levis?”

🧲 “Tch… Galuf, you go.”

👅 “Sure, I don’t mind. ‘Found a rare collectible carbonated drink bottle to add to my collection at an antique shop. Made a friend who is also interested in carbonated drinks and talk about exploitative friendship. Gain the ‘Slurp n Burp' status within 1 space of Easton or Walkis’. Guess someone over there likes coca cola too.

🧲 “…”

👥 *stares*

🌊 “Levis, it’s your turn.”

🧲 “You go first.”

🌊 “No, you go.”

*One duel later*

🧲 “… ‘Your older brother invited your friends over for a sleepover despite your insistence that they are not your friends. Lose -10,000 authority points with other players and gained the ‘So he's a lil' bro after all!’ status whenever your older brother appear in the game—‘ HEY WHY ARE YOU IDIOTS LAUGHING?!?!! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!!”

👥 *died*

🌊 “Well, it’s my turn. “‘Was gifted an apple tree with incredibly sweet fruits, but your house will be swarmed with bugs every year. Lose -500 popularity points with the girls and a 50% increase in the chance of having digestive issues.’ Worth it. Kenny, you’re next.”

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also ignore epi's ears i cant draw normal ears.....

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🍀 Lay Down in Their Lap [1]

CHARACTER ❥ Doom 🪞 / Famin 🃏 / Epidem 🍮 / Delisaster 🍾 / Domina Blowelive 💧 / Cell War 💎

W A R N I N G ⚠️ PG-13 and heavy on fluff / BIG SPOILER!!!! / might be too OOC for you.

D O O M 🪞

It was later in the afternoon. He just finished his training and was resting up on the nearby bench at the training grounds before you came and suddenly plopped down on his lap.

His whole body tensed up slightly at the sudden contact before relaxing back as he realized that it was just you.

"Tired, my dear? has your day been rough?" he said with a soothing voice as he ran his hand on your hair, a soft smile forming on his lips.

He learned his whole life to predict other people's movements using all his senses, but you never failed to surprise him with your antics.

And it never fails to lighten his day, to bring sunshine to his world that is devoid of pictures.

The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon chatting with each other, with his hand brushing through your locks idly.

As you talk about your day, he listened quietly. Take note of your shift in tone and the quiet thumping of your heart.

He didn't mind doing this for eternity, with you.

F A M I N 🎪

He was in a bad mood as he sulked on the sofa, teeth gritting and eyes twitching. One more flick to his nerves and his place is going to be a bloodbath.

Knowing so, his aides understandably decided to keep their distance.

Not you tho, because you were somehow brave enough to stride to his place with a book in hand and plopped your head on his lap.

"... What do you think you're doing?" he said with a strained voice, punctuating every word. You simply answered him with a shrug as you started reading your book.

His aide is looking from the distance, mortified. One of them is making preparations for a quick mass funeral, just in case.

They instantly passed out in fear as their boss started to move, thinking the massacre was going to happen. They missed the fact that Famin had actually moved to hug you, not to massacre you. Or anybody.

His rage already evaporated into thin air, seeing you on his lap.

Get ready to be in his lap for hours lol. He won't let you go now.

E P I D E M 🍮

"... And the texture is all wrong! It's a blasphemy I assure you. Pudding is supposed to be a soft, silky cuisine and the shop can't even differentiate that with a freakin jelly! Honestly-"

You lay on his lap as you listen to him go on his tangent. Your hand slowly caresses his thighs to soothe him down.

Being his lover, you're used to this kind of temper tantrum it could be worse after all.

In fact, you prefer this to his scientific tangent. You can barely understand the other one after all.

But since he has been going on for more than an hour, you're understandably getting tired and you can feel yourself getting sleepy as your eyes fluttering and closing.

Noticing that you no longer saying anything, he stopped and looked down to check your face.

His face softens, seeing you sleeping on his lap. His body finally eases down and he caresses your cheek gently. His mind is in a state of tranquility.

Though you’re gonna wake up with a bite mark on your cheek lol. It’s just that soft after all.

D E L I S A S T E R 🍾

Everything about it is embarrassing. You're embarrassed, his aide pities you, and his family gives you a strange look, the only one who is not embarrassed is Delisaster.

How could you not be? It's a big, fancy banquet being held by Innocent Zero with so many nobles present. And here you are; laying on one of his son's lap.

And you can't escape either, because his hand is gripping your side tightly while his other hand is sipping some red wine, ready to tickle the hell out of you if you made any attempt to escape.

Too bad he's big into PDA too. More than once did he lowered his head to peck your nose or smooch with your lips. In front of everyone.

"Do you want some?" He offers you his glass of wine casually as if it didn't hit him yet that he's being cringy as hell embarrassing you.

He lets out a hearty laugh every time you pout and whine about being embarrassed, clearly finding it to be amusing.

"Why so shy? you're my bae! N' best bet I'll show it to everyone! Gotta show them to whom you belong, after all~"

Rest in peace, you poor soul...

D O M I N A B L O W E L I V E 💧

It's nearing curfew time. You opened the door of his dorm slowly, making the light from outside permeate through the dark room.

You can see the hunched shadow on the bed jolted in surprise and the light from outside highlighting his face shadow.

"Go away," Domina stated coldly as he lowered his head, and you managed to catch a glimpse of the tear stain on his cheeks.

You didn't say anything. But knowing him, you decided to go against his words and walked to his figure before locking the door.

You startled him as you plopped your head on his lap, burying your face in his stomach while your hand rubbed his lower back gently.

This simple action successfully breaking the dam in the pink-haired man's eye as he started sobbing his heart out.

He started blabbering out his thoughts while his shaky hands hugged your head tightly, sharing the insecurities and the fear he held inside that had been tormenting his soul.

"Please don't go..." he said with a broken voice, as he caressed your face, "I love you... You're all I have... please, promise me to never leave me... Please..."

Both of you ended up sleeping while cuddling together, content smile formed on his sleeping face.

C E L L W A R 💎

"Stop it, I have to go," he whines, trying his best to push you, who is currently nuzzling your face on his stomach, off of his lap, "I have to meet Master, he'll be furious if I'm late!"

You quipped to him that the appointed meeting is still an hour ahead, and he groans in frustration, unable to refute your words.

He knows that the meeting is still an hour away, and it only took him a quarter of an hour to reach the location. Meaning that he had plenty of hours for himself. 

But he just can't help to work hard. He wants to please his Master!

"You're such a brat..." he grumbled as his hand moved to pull off the thorn crown on his head, and he leaned back to relax on the bed.

Your sheepish smiles earned you a soft chuckle from him. He stares at you with eyes full of meaning as his hand strokes your hair gently.

He wants you to find someone better, but he can't think of a life without you by his side. For him, you're his oasis. Anything you did seems to bring his dead heart back to life.

'I guess it's okay to relax once in a while... for you.'

Work has been abusing wearing me out and I didn't have too much time to open social media lately so this one will be shorter than the previous one. Honestly can I just be reincarnated as a seal? please please please please-

I also wrote a similar prompt for Walkis Academy students. If you happen to like this one, you might also like the other one! Maybe, I mean, I dunno...

Anyway, thank you for reading! 🍀

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It’s Not The Real Me 

Title take from the song “Animal I Have Become” by Three Days Grace.

I was planning on posting a happier story before this one, but I ended up writing this one first, so have a bit of angst.

(Not Beta read. I wrote most of this in the middle of the night.)

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Summary:

Cyril was standing in a dark hall. The wall and floors were made of stone, and stained with blood. In a throne across from him sat a hooded, faceless effigy, and at its feet lay the bodies of those he most treasured.

WARNINGS: Temporary death, Nightmares, Mild body horror?, possible OOC, Very minor trypophobia?,

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Cyril was standing in a dark hall. The wall and floors were made of stone, and stained with blood. In a throne across from him sat a hooded, faceless effigy, and at its feet lay the bodies of those he most treasured. His breath hitched. It was unmistakeable who the bodies could be. He knew that hair, that visor, those glasses.

Cyril fought to keep his expression neutral. He could not let this thing see his weakness. And yet, he could feel his panic rising inside him. How had this happened? When? Why? The last time he had seem them was before he had retired to his room for the night. They should all be asleep, safe in bed. Asleep, not dead.

The figure lifted a bloodied, clawed hand and reached toward the nearest body. As Cyril’s eyes followed his hand he saw what they were pointing at. Each of his sons had a gaping hole in their chest, right where their hearts should have been.

The more he looked, the more his horror grew. It wasn’t only his sons. Wahlberg’s and Amy where there too. Their bodies lying in pools of their own, red blood.  Wahlberg was almost unrecognizable. Half of his body was crumbled almost to dust, leaving only the decayed flesh of his other side. Amy wasn’t any better off. Her body was marred with hundreds of puncture wounds, almost shredded to pieces.

“What,” Cyril looked straight at the figure, “What do you want? What do you… intend to get out of this?”

The being stood up from its throne, and began to change. Cubes fell away from their form, rearranging before settling into a new form. 

Before him stood a looming shape. It’s lower half was dark and feathered. Black wings and jagged stones protruded from its back, and its chest was pocketed with glowing red eyeballs. 

The most disturbing thing was the figures new face. It was his face, now with two curved horns mounted on its forehead. He could recognize his features. His thigh-length hair and the two unmistakable magic lines, like the hands of a clock, under his left eye. His distorted face grinned back at him, and then, it spoke.

“We want only what is due.” The demon shared his voice too, revolting.

“What is due?” Cyril kept his tone steady. He could feel the dread creeping in the back of his mind.

“Yes, what is due.” The demon spread its arms wide to either side. “Our right to become the Perfect Human Being. Greater than all else in the world! And the world itself too, which belongs only to us.”

“And what do their deaths have to do with it?”

“The boys hearts were essential to our ascent to greatness.” The thing sneered, “As for those two, they were getting in the way.” It lifted its foot and placed it on the remains of Wahlberg’s head. “Their ideas of selflessness made them weak”-It put more pressure on his head-“and we have no use for worthless pawns.”

“Enough,” Cyril snapped, panic seeping into his voice, “You keep mentioning a we. Who else is there except for you?”

The figure stepped back and pointed one clawed hand at Cyril’s chest.

“Why, you, of course.” It declared. Then, the room shifted.

 “Me?” Cyril uttered. The room had refocused, and the figure was gone. 

Things felt wrong he was too tall, and he could feel extra limbs on his back. He looked around him and saw that his hands were clawed and bloody, the bodies of his family were scattered around him.  When he peered into the pools of blood below him, he didn’t see his normal face, he saw a face with dark sclera and two horns extending from his head.

“No,” he whispered in dawning horror.

He could see it now. His own claws that carved out the hearts of his own children. The wounds on Amy and Wahlberg caused by his own Timez spells.

“It’s what you wanted.” His own deep voiced echoed around him. “It is what you deserve.”

Cyril woke with a start. His heart pounded and his lungs heaved. He quickly summons his wand, feeling the slow hum of Timez Unmove blanketing the world in silence.

He sat for a moment collecting thoughts and his breath. It was just a dream, a nightmare. He wasn’t going to let his nerves get to him because of a silly dream. Was he?

“I have to check,” he thought to himself “I need to make sure.”

“ Don’t be ridiculous.” His rational mind chided. “Are you really going to let yourself be worked up by some nightmare? How old are you? Just go back to sleep.”

Eventually his nerves did get to him.

“Time is frozen, no one will know,” he noted before sliding out of bed, and down the hallway. 

He went to Doom first, then Famin, then Epidem, Delisaster, then Domina. He stopped in each room, allowing Unmove to fade for a moment so he could listen to their heartbeats and see their chests move as they breathed. After ensuring all of his sons were safe in their beds, Cyril made his way back down the halls to his room. 

Amy and Cell War were both away, and Amy often worked late in her clinic. Regardless of how his mind still buzzed with worry, he would rather drop dead than let Amy know he called her in the middle of the night over something as trivial as a nightmare. He still had some dignity.

He crept back into his room, shutting the door with a sigh.

“Cyril?”

Cyril froze. Unmove was still active who could…Wahlberg. Right, Wahlberg could bypass his Unmove, couldn’t he.

“Cyril,” Wahlberg asked again, “Are you okay? You got up quite suddenly.”

“You… Saw me leave?” He hissed.

“I did.”

“And you didn’t think to say something when I first woke up?” Cyril could feel his ears flushing. He has been so sure that nobody would know.

“I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“But you saw me. Like…that.” He knew how he must have looked then. Frantic and out of breath. Jolted awake by a stupid dream. He had been weak, vulnerable, and Wahlberg saw him.

Wahlberg smiled gently and patted the bed next to him. “Come sit,” he said, “tell me what happened.”

“I…You..” Eventually Cyril sat down with a humph, crossing his arms and dispelling Unmove.

“So?” 

“It was a nightmare.” He muttered.

“Hm?” Wahlberg leaned closer. “Could you repeat that, please?”

“It was a bad dream!” He could feel his cheeks flushing now too. “A stupid nightmare! It’s nothing.”

“I don’t think it was nothing.” Wahlberg reached up and brushed a finger over the tear stains on Cyril’s cheek.

Tear stains, when had he…

“Oh.” Cyril could feel the lump forming in his throat. He could remember Wahlberg’s body from the dream. Half crumbled, head almost crushed by that demon’s might.

But it wasn’t real.

He looked at Wahlberg’s face. It wasn’t decayed, it was soft, warm and alive. Cyril could see the sparkle in his eyes, the faint crinkles, and the dimples that formed when he smiled.

“I’m here, Cyril.”

 He allowed Wahlberg to pull him down onto the bed. Maneuvering him until they were lying face to face among the soft pillows and blankets.

His Wahlberg was still here. His children were here. Whatever twisted timeline that demon had come from wasn’t real. It would never be real. Not here, not with him.

Cyril would never let it happen.

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I said that it was going to be angst, but it devolved into more of a fluff and angst. Whoops.

Btw, the reason Mash isn’t in the dream is because the trio hasn’t met him yet in the timeline. 

If there are any warnings you think should be added/removed please let me know. 

Polite feedback is appreciated.

[missfluffykoi]

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[nguyetmunff]

damn innozero's kids had actual mothers? I thought they were all lab grown freaks, what happened to their mothers? Do they all have the same mothers or different mothers?

According to this comment, the Devil Quintuplets all have different moms, and I’m not sure if it’s stated what happened to their mothers. When I go back to the fanbook I couldn’t find it, but I do remember reading it somewhere before. I can’t read JP and don’t feel like google translating the entire fanbook again so if anyone knows what page it’s on please tell me 🥲

[sigmawaifu]

I can't stop thinking abt the devil quintuplets but they're All really tall like Doom.... That man Is 6'6 .can't stop. thinking abt it. I literally go crazy just thinking about it I'M SO SERIOUS Pleaseeeee they would've been PPPPEAK character design(imo)if they were taller man oh my god

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