#a date with a demon (literally)

[frankensteined]

character designs of all time: they didn't get full intro videos edition

[three-realms-archive]

Beware Sorcerer MC, the Kind.

Know it is a rare occasion, if you happen to see the Master of the Seven Avatars of Sin out without an escort. Whilst rare, it will be obvious – like a single dandelion seed twirling and carefree in the middle of a raging thunderstorm.

Like a thunderstorm, they are terrifying. Their bright, brilliant smiles – shining like the sun as they nonchalantly sidestep yet another carnivorous plant lashing out at them from the sidewalk; or as they wave hello to the gargoyle who spits on the heads of passers-by from where it is perched atop the local bakery; or as they gently chastise one of the Seven Rulers of the Underworld, as if scolding a child. It is a sight to behold indeed - when irritated demons on the street stop their bickering and straighten their ties as MC turns the corner, the bitterness in their hearts killed by an unwillingness to disappoint the realm’s most prized person.

‘Apprentice to Solomon the Wise. Master of the Seven Avatars of Sin.’

‘Sorcerer MC, the Kind,’ the Devildom calls them. Some say the title was a joke in passing from MC’s teacher - the wise sorcerer, Solomon - one day in the RAD lunch hall and it just stuck. Others say the title came from a demon they had helped, who saw it fit to spread word of their deeds. And some others say the title came from Crown Prince Diavolo, himself.

“What do you mean, beware MC, the Kind?!” You say, almost spitting out your tea as Diavolo hands you his D.D.D. There’s an article on screen, with ‘Beware Sorcerer MC, the Kind’ as it’s title; praising you as the central force behind Diavolo’s efforts for peace amongst the three realms. Problem is - as you continue to scroll through it - it seems to portray simple kindness as some kind of magic spell… with a particular warning to demon children to not sin in broad daylight lest ‘MC the Kind smite you with the curse of their forgiveness, like they often do in the hallowed walls of RAD’s mess hall.’

“Flattering,” Barbatos comments, refilling your tea cup before you can blink, “do you not think, MC?”

Diavolo nods, happily. “I agree with Barbatos.”

“Smite, guys.” You look up at the happy pair beaming at you – then look back at the article. You repeat this a few times, blinking slowly. “I… I just share my dessert sometimes at RAD - is that smiting? Lord Diavolo, have I been smiting?!”

“Such high praise, MC.” Barbatos grins. “This calls for the good tea cakes.”

“The good tea cakes – thank you, Barbatos! And the good Demonus! Our longest aged!

… You aren’t sure how to respond to how happy they are about this.

(this was fun to write. i wanted to think of mc gaining a reputation like solomon’s, since i like whenever them being a a sorcerer in their own right pops up. solomon’s the wise sorcerer - so mc being the kind sorcerer seemed fitting ahahaha)

(i had fun trying to to give mc the same reputation and respect and power but with the ‘kind’ title, and landed on demons being like ‘mc said i should apologise oh no what is this guilt must be a spell’)

[npookie0]

Hello fellow mootie >:3 GUESS WHO'S WRITING THE SAJA BOYS!! 🫵🫵 Buttt it you wanna can you write romance saja x shy reader when it comes to flirting? ヾ(＾-＾)ノ

A Shy Soul

You've been hanging out with your demonic idol for a while now, what if one day instead of a casual meeting, Romance did what a romantic soul would do and asked you out on a date? And what if... you agreed? But uh-oh! There's a catch! You're totally weak when it comes to flirting and your weakness might show when your date is the biggest flirt you've ever known.

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cws: headcanony ah Romance, spoilers for KDH probably,

You were used to your meetings with Romance, hearing his tales about the demon world, about being in a boys band. You really loved hearing his stories, even if at first believing that your bias and friend is a demon was taught. You didn't fully believe him until he showed you his demon form.

Instead of running away or acting scared, like any person in your place would, you just sat there and stared at him and then as if it was nothing you just asked about his patterns. You didn't know that in that exact moment he fell for you and started to hint on it.

Sadly you were rather obvious to his flirting.

"Okay darling, I see that you have a hard time catching the message." Romance said after you blew yet another one of his flirting attempts. Romance took you by your hand and held it to his cheek. "Y/n, my darling soul, go on a date with me."

"What?!" You jumped in your seat when you heard his words, your face turning red and your eyes widening. "Me? On a date? With you?' You didn't know if he was joking or not. "Are you serious? You're not joking?" You were in shock, but there was also this small hope that maybe he was serious.

"You're so adorable, you know?" He chuckled and brushed a hand through his hair, destroying the heart shape of his bangs. "Yes. I'm serious and I want to go out with you, so please, go out with me."

His words flustered you. "Okay, I will go on a date with you Romance." You replied and looked away sheepishly.

The man perked up, grabbing you by both of your hands and closing them between his. "Really?" You nodded. "I'm so happy, I just can't wait to sweep you off your feat, cutie."

A day passed and you stood in front of the Heartwarming Cafe, it was a popular spot for couples. A small blushed creeped on your face at the thought of Romance seeing you as a couple, your heart beat faster when you thought of him as your boyfriend.

"I hope you didn't wait long, aegi." Romance whispered into your ear, appearing out of no where.

"Gosh! Don't scare me like that, you idiot. I could've hit you."

"And scar my pretty face? I don't think you'd do that. C'mon! Let's go in." He outstretched his hand to you.

"Your ego as almost as high as Abby's, are you sure you're not becoming him?" You asked teasingly and took his hand after a second of hesitance.

Upon entering the cafe you were hit with the warm embrace of sweetness and softness wash throughout your whole body. There were clouds, strawberries and hearts everywhere you looked, the theme was very heavenly when you wrapped your head around it.

"Why are you giggling, hm?" Romance whispered to you.

"Oh? I- um sorry!"

"Oh, no, no. Don't apologise. Your giggled are like music to my ears, I could listen to them forever, just want to know what caused my beautiful soul to giggle so sweetly."

"Ack! Don't say stuff like that!" You covered your cheeks with your hands.

"What's the matter? Are you flustered, aegi?" He had that mischievous spark in his eyes that said that he enjoyed this.

"No, totally not. C'mon let's sit down, I'm starving." You ruched him to look for a table with you.

You found one in a corner of the cafe, it had a cute heart decor hanging above it and that's what made your decision to pick it. Your desserts just arrived. You chose a strawberry cake and boba while romance picked a cheesecake and a raspberry matcha.

"So, will you tell me what you giggled about?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as he reached for his drink.

You looked at him confused mid biting a piece of your pie before you realise what he was talking about. "Oh! That! Well, it was just funny to me how this place is so heavenly and you're, you know, far from that." You giggled.

Romance smirked and brought his voice down. "Oh, I reassure you, you will soon learn that I can be heavenly."

Your face felt like it was on fire. "Romance!" You exclaimed and looked around to see if someone heard him.

"What? I just said that you'd be happy. What did you think about, sweetheart?" Oh that bastard. He knew what he was doing and he enjoyed every second of it.

"I didn't think about anything. You! You! Ugh." You sent him an angry look and took a sip of your boba.

"Awh, you're just adorable when you're annoyed. I'm glad I can see it, my darling soul." He happily took a bite of his cake, watching your cheeks burn up and the blush reach your ears.

"You're so." You mumbled, circling the boba in your hand.

"I'm what? C'mon, use your words~." He winked at you.

"It was nothing, you must've heard wrong." You smiled innocently.

"Sure, sure. Let it have your way, aegi."

The date was going smoothly, as smoothly as getting flustered by Romance's words could go. The more you listened to him and looked at him the more your heart weakened and you just couldn't hold back the reactions he was causing. You were sitting with your cheeks covered by your hands halfway through the date because the warm pink of your cheeks was probably too noticeable for your own good.

"You know, we should go out on dates more often if I can turn you all cute and blushy like this." Romance said, reaching his hand out and taking one of yours into his, pulling it to his lips and placing a kiss to your knuckles.

"Maybe on our next date it would be your lips, instead of your hand. I will hope so, my beautiful soul."

Can you tell that I'm aroace and didn't really flirt with anyone? I hope not shhshs

It was fun to write I kinda love this guy.... but wahiooo next saja boy done! I will try to write mystery x reader after I'm back from work, but no promises my pookies </3

Hope you enjoyed!

Nathan

[suja-janee]

I wonder who these two totally random people in disguise are?

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Okay hear me out!

Sanegiyuu, they're dating. Giyuu makes ohagi for Sanemi and they eat it while on a date and it tastes like his mother and that makes Sanemi cry.

i don't wanna talk about this rq being from october

It had taken much effort on Giyuu's part. He'd gone as far as hiring Mitsuri as his teacher (he actually paid her) to learn, taking several days and wasting many ingredients before he perfected it. Sort of. But the lopsided group of ohagi was better than nothing, and Giyuu gratefully thanked Mitsuri before hurrying off with his bundle of sweets. He was late in arriving and Sanemi was evidently impatient, tapping his foot as he waited for Giyuu. He looked slightly relieved when Giyuu appeared, but masked it with his irritation.

"Took your sweet fuckin' time," he grunted, but took Giyuu's outstretched hand so they could start on their way.

Giyuu apologized, tucking the bag of ohagi into his sleeve.

Somewhere during the date, he got tired of trying to hide it and presented it to Sanemi. Sanemi took it curiously, unwrapping the cloth and peeking into the container.

"Ohagi?" he asked, peering at it suspiciously.

Giyuu nodded sheepishly. "I made it," he explained. "Kanroji helped me."

"Oh." Sanemi paused. "Kanroji?"

"I didn't know who else could make it..."

Apparently finding this reasonable, Sanemi opened the container and picked one up, pretending not to cringe when it ungracefully nearly fell apart. But he ate it, finishing the first ohagi and humming to himself. Giyuu waited nervously, watching as Sanemi paused. There seemed to be very little reaction at first, but then Sanemi picked up another ohagi, this time taking longer to eat it. He looked almost lost, a bit in his own world as he chewed.

Unable to wait much longer (and just getting worried it was terrible), Giyuu mumbled, "Is it okay?"

He took the container back, a bit fidgety, and picked one of the not-quite-dense enough mochi balls and bit into it. It seemed fine, really. It seemed a touch too sweet, but it certainly was better than he'd expected it. What with Sanemi's silent reaction.

"I- I like it," Sanemi finally said, swallowing. His voice seemed tense, a bit off. He drank some water quickly and Giyuu brushed it off as the ohagi being too dry, or something.

"You do?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I do." Sanemi ducked his head down, finishing his second ohagi.

Giyuu frowned. "Are you okay?" he fretted, concerned. Was Sanemi sick? Had the ohagi made him sick?? Oh, god, maybe it did. ...could someone get sick that quickly?

Sanemi nodded. "'m fine. Sorry. One moment." He took in a shaky breath. Turning slightly so he was angled subtly away from Giyuu, he swiped at his eyes with the hand he hadn't used for the ohagi, swallowing again.

It took a moment for Giyuu to place that. It hit him as familiar, but he only understood a minute later that—"Are you... crying?" he blurted out, immediately regretting his words. He was such an idiot for just-

Sanemi grumbled. "No. I'm not," he huffed. He looked up then, at least, which only proved Giyuu right. His eyes were vaguely glassed over, and he was blinking quickly. "I'm not," he insisted, when Giyuu couldn't suppress a knowing look.

With the concern for Sanemi and worry that it was his own fault, Giyuu opened his arms. Sanemi hesitated only a moment before sinking into the embrace, burying his head into Giyuu's shoulder so he could hide his head.

"I'm not fucking crying," he grumbled, voice muffled by Giyuu's haori. Still, he clung onto him for several minutes until his breathing seemed to steady out. Then he sat up, pointedly turned away to rub at his eyes, then looked back at Giyuu.

"What happened?" Giyuu asked, forgetting that he should maybe just leave it be. But Sanemi answered, picking up Giyuu's half eaten ohagi and finishing it to busy himself.

"Nothing." Then, only a second later: "My mom used to make ohagi. When I was younger."

Giyuu took a moment to process that. He knew that Sanemi's only living family member was Genya (despite the protests), so that meant that his mother must've died. Which made him feel terrible for making ohagi—although he wondered, briefly, why Sanemi ate it so much if memories rose like that from Giyuu's shitty attempt at ohagi.

Sanemi continued, ignorant of Giyuu's thoughts. "She used to make it real sweet 'cause we couldn't have things like that a lot. Ohagi was always my favorite of the ones she made and she sometimes let us help make it with her," he mumbled. "Some of them were like these—kinda fucked up and distorted. But it just. Reminded me of them. Didn't mean'ta... uh. Yeah."

"Oh."

"'Oh,'" Sanemi mocked, rolling his eyes.

Giyuu pouted. "Sorry, uhm. It's okay. I'm sorry that I made you think of that," he said quickly. "I'm glad you didn't get sick or something, though."

"Sick?" Sanemi scrunched his nose. "From what?"

"The ohagi."

"You can't... get sick that quickly..." he said, raising an eyebrow. Then he grinned. "Fuckin' dumbass."

"Hey! I made you ohagi...!" Giyuu protested, ducking away from Sanemi's playful but dangerous hand.

Sanemi scoffed. "And made me cry, yeah," he grunted. He ignored Giyuu's pointed look at his admission, and went on. "Let's just finish and then go to your house. I bet you made a mess while making this and forgot to clean it up."

Giyuu stayed quiet, knowing full well Sanemi was right. Instead of answering, he helped Sanemi settled back down so they could finish eating. He made a quick, mental note to add extra sugar just for Sanemi, if he ever made ohagi again.

[my-names-angel-but-im-not-one]

Belphie: ......am I that bad of a person?

MC: you're asking me that?

[tonydaddingham]

thing is right. this latest podcast episode, and their dynamic in it, rather strongly supports that whatever georgia posts online is vetted and consented. just in case it wasn't obvious before, she is cleeeearly the person that knows him best, indicated by how conscious she is of the way his psyche and (for lack of a better word) vulnerability operates.

so when it comes to how she talks about him on ig etc- look, i Get that some people wouldn't like that in their own relationships and that is totally valid, but that evidently doesn't apply to them!!! people are complex, and relationships (of all kinds) are even more complex as a result- none of us know anyone's relationship better than the people literally IN that relationship.

she knows how he reacts to praise and adoration, and that whilst he likes and wants it (by his own admission and as a lot of people do) receiving it apparently can make him feel slightly uneasy and/or overwhelmed. he near enough says this, categorically, in the podcast. so like- we have to assume that the mushy stuff... that's said in private where, tbh, it belongs. because it IS vulnerable, and doesn't need to be shared with the world!!!

the sarcastic/banter/piss-taking part is for the public, THAT is what they feel okay with sharing with us, and we can (and should, imo) conclude that that is a comfortable and acceptable for them, as far as public displays of love go. that ribbing and teasing and gently annoying each other is highly likely to be a HUGE part of their relationship framework, just as it is for many other people. just because some people might not want that for themselves, doesn't mean it doesn't work for others and automatically Has to be condemned. it doesn't mean that the sarcastic jokes and teasing Isn't a valid way of saying "i love you and im proud of you" when it's a language that They obviously understand between the two of them (ie the only two people in the relationship concerned), and they both know the meaning behind it???

[radiohotspot666]

Sorry if the radioapple one looks sloppy I kinda rushed it

[kuroo-hitsuji]

Thinking about how Diavolo planted an entire fucking tree, in his fucking hidden childhood hangout spot (protected from anything and everything else in the forest that may try to get to it, mind you, so that is just about the most well-protected tree in the entire devildom--), and of course made sure it grows some of the most Quality apples in hell... Exclusively because he wanted to show Lucifer Devildom apples. What the fuck. That is the gayest thing I've ever heard. And then you find this all out specifically because he turns your little apple picking date with him into Fawning-Over-Lucifer hour, I--

He's pining so fucking hard, man. They're literally so fucking gay. The fact that these two motherfuckers basically canonically have the longest slowburn in fucking History is eating me alive orz

[maxsawboy]

fuck it .heres my edgy sniper oc. this is tumblr im not gonna get shamed for this

ft my spy oc theyre so in hate 🩷

[idiotluvr]

trying to explain to my friends why i'm upset like YES I AM DEVASTATED OVER PIXELS ON A SCREEN BUT THEY'RE MYYYY PIXELS

[gremnda]

tr!pangi going to the ball with 2 gorgeous men and still being obsessed with tr!pili..... if i was lukey and scott i'd ditch pangi there

[user743fds2rd389s]

why the fuck are people on reddit for jentry chau vs the underworld talking about how the romance was good ????? like did we watch the same show????????

[666writingcafe]

Rampage

I should have known that my free evening would get ruined.

I had originally planned on spending time with Solomon, since I haven't been able to do that lately with the amount of responsibilities I have as both attendant and founding RAD member. We even made reservations at a fairly nice restaurant downtown. But of course, the moment we get presented food, I get a phone call from Lucifer telling me to, and I quote, "get my ass over to the castle now".

And I know better than to mess with an angry demon, especially when it's Lucifer.

Solomon and I don't even have to step inside the castle to see why my presence was demanded: the grounds alone are in complete shambles.

"What the hell?!" I exclaim. "Who could have done this?" Seemingly in response, the sky opens up and begins dumping a bunch of rain, making the two of us drenched in a matter of seconds.

"That's not good," Solomon mutters. He casts a spell to protect us from getting even more wet. Then, we begin walking, following the path of destruction all the way to...

The colosseum? Why is it surrounded by black smoke?

"Their magic must have combined," Solomon whispers. At first, his statement has me confused, but then it hits me.

Diavolo's magical energy is black, and Beel has the ability to control the wind.

And when we enter the colosseum, the two of them are in the midst of a fight.

"Oh, thank goodness!" Asmo quickly rushes up to us and hugs us tightly. "You have to help us. Beel's out of control!"

"What happened?" I ask him.

"I don't even know! One minute, he was fine, and the next he's flipping tables and smashing walls! It's making Satan's tantrums seem tame in comparison!" Beel's roar pierces the air, interrupting our conversation. In a matter of seconds, Diavolo has him pinned to the ground.

"You need to calm down," he warns Beel. "As strong as you are, you're no match for my power."

"Get off me!" Beel bellows.

Various voices begin yelling at once, making it impossible to focus on any particular one. Beel manages to wiggle out from under Diavolo and starts attacking everyone attempting to grab him.

As a human, the sheer amount of motion would be enough to make me sick. But as a demon under Barbatos' guidance...

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, willing time to slow down. While I can't control it for nearly as long as Barbatos can, I don't need a whole lot of extra time to come up with a plan.

I need to knock Beel out. That's going to be the quickest way for him to calm him down. Unfortunately, there's nothing in the colosseum that's substantial enough to do the job. I could channel some of Solomon's magic through the pact I have with him, but his power is chaotic enough that I might inevitably do more than simply make Beel pass out.

Glancing at one of the undamaged walls, I'm suddenly reminded of a particular memory. For a few moments, I had enough strength to knock Diavolo down to the ground. Granted, it wasn't entirely my own, but it wasn't all Lucifer's, either.

I wonder...

The scene speeds up again, and I begin running.

A monstrous yell.

Pouncing on Beel sends the two of us sliding across the floor.

Thud.

"MC!"

Shit.

Beel's out cold, but he at least still has a pulse. He's probably going to have a headache when he wakes up, and I will take full responsibility for it.

However, that is far less important at the moment.

Brushing the dust off me, I storm past everyone gawking at me, making a beeline for my dear sorcerer.

"How dare you!"

My slap across Solomon's face echos throughout the colosseum.

"Do you realize what you've done?!" I will admit, some of this is for dramatic effect, but a fair amount of this is genuine. He yelled my name loud and clear for all to hear.

My actual name.

He may have very well put this entire trip in jeopardy with his Freudian slip.

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[thechildbesuffering]

au where lbd is not killed at the end of season 3, but instead stripped of her powers and effectively turned human. she'd get to see the world from a mortal's perspective and further understand mk and the others' notions regarding the world's imperfections. i also want her to work at pigsy's in place of mk when he's training or not present. and you can't tell me that she would find a favorite pass time after a while. she'll sound hypocritical insulting people's "sentimentality for mortal pleasures".

[possesseddog]

love the random story references to tsukasa where toya is like “yeah he’s helped me out of some tough spots he’s really nice and cool :)” and akito is like “whatever you do DO NOT APPROACH HIM THAT GUY IS FUCKING INSANE.”