#bast babbles

[oldmanraven]

I realized that with how much I played gamecube symphonia, in my head they're still called z-skits when I play other games! Because... you push the z button! Miss the z button

[supermacaquecool]

Como cuando quieres mejorar tu redacción pero no hay nada más aburrido que estudiar gramática

[evvyyypeters-fics]

“One just isn’t enough”

Kit Walker x f!reader

Warnings! Smut, Porn w/ zero plot, rough sex, (HEAVY) breeding k!nk, overstimulation, 100% not proofread, short drabble/ imagine

This idea popped in my head and I needed to write it immediately. Yes, I am working on the other fics. Here’s a snack in the meantime.

Knawing on my prison bars rn I need him so bad

I can barely keep my mouth closed from the intense heaving pants leaving my lips, harmonized with effortless moans.

Kit’s hips slam harshley into me, skin slapping shamelessly as he pins me deep into the mattress as hard as he can in some sort of primal way. My legs hooked over his shoulders as his hands grip the bed at the sides of my face. Folding me and squishing me down into the bed.

I can feel the blown look of my gaze watching his, his expression clouded with this carnal lust, sweat beading on his forehead.

“Fuck, I’mgonna ge’ you so pregnant, suga’” He groans loudly, the words spilling from his lips as he ruts into me desperately, his tip ruthlessly slamming into that spongespot that makes my whole body shiver. His pelvis brushing against my swollen clit.

“You’re gonna look so pre’tty.” He babbles on, his brows furrowing. He moans shamelessly, his cock pulsating as he gets closer.

“Kit—!” I whine desperately, the words stumblibg past my lips wantonly.

“I know, suga’. I know.” He coos, swiping a comforting hand on the side of my face for a moment before steadying back into the mattress as he picke up again.

I can feel my second orgasm coming, and before I can get out a single whine, my thighs practically vibrate, exploding with come. Kit feels the intense vibrating, my moan choking out after as my face furrows and I dig the back of my head into the mattress, gritting my teeth.

The sight sends him into overdrive and he presses himself further flush against me, nipping at my ear after raising my gaze and slamming his hips as deep as he could go, bullying my cervix. A string of sweet moans and whimpers fall from his lips.

“Gon’na make you a pretty baby, jus’ for you mama,” He groans for a final time in my ear, his sexy boston accent thick. My mind is completely blank, overstimulated to the moon and back. To my relief, he had already begun to falter before completely botting out and going still. Pumping his seed thick and deep, he pants, still holding me down for a few more moments.

I couldn’t tell if he did it to baste me like a turkey or if he was truly tired. Maybe both. But I didn’t care, I just hoped it would be more than enough to have another kid with him, and the tender kiss he placed on my nose after—showering me in affection—made up for the brutal fucking that was sure to leave me swollen for the next few days. More the next 9 like months.

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[yandere-paramour]

Spring

Noelle was lovely in the sun.

She usually avoided it like the plague; the sunscreen costs were too high for her pale, delicate skin. Any day she was commanded to be under the rays, she would slather the sticky stuff onto her soft porcelain skin, basting herself like a chicken in melted butter. She would tuck herself under a wide hat and UV umbrella and pray that any accidental exposure wouldn't ruin the rest of the week with a burning, peeling, itching sunburn that made her look more like a strawberry than a girl.

But weeks of perfect behavior through the entire freezing cold winter had softened Noelle into a happy contentment that left her a bit more receptive to your asks, and Ms. Montclair's girlfriend had really come through with that unreleased, experimental sun paste. One lazy Sunday morning in January, both of you warm and relaxed after a long night of making love, you had begged Noelle's promise that the first warm day of spring she was off work, she would take you outside.

After a morning of ensuring every single inch of her was covered in the white mixture from the bottle with a lizard on the front, you were ready, and Noelle was radiant. Her white blonde hair, cascading down her back like she usually wore it at home, glistened like pearls in the sun. And the legs under her sundress, a bit murky from the sticky sheen of sunscreen, were soft and shiny and smooth.

There was just so much to look at. Even though you were settled under a UV umbrella on a picnic blanket a ways away from anyone else, you could still see other humans going about their own relaxing days. Toddlers waddled about the grass in their chubby little bare feet, chasing butterflies as their tiny toes squished in the dirt. Other couples strolled around holding hands. An old man fed the ducks little frozen peas instead of chunks of bread. 

You were fascinated by the sheer variety of life in this square. So many of your days were spent inside now, nestled in the safety of Noelle’s, and now your, apartment. It never bothered you at all before, but now you felt a sort of longing as you watched other humans exist in the warm sun. 

A gentle hand caressed your face, softly turning your head to face her, “Are you alright, darling? You look upset.”

Noelle was always so worried about you, and your heart melted, “I’m fine, just… thirsty.”

Noelle sat up on her knees, rummaging through her backpack for the drinks she packed earlier. She handed you a bottle of juice, one of the ones she insisted you order from the fancy grocery store she frequented. It was a passion fruit, mango, and pineapple flavor, packed with vitamins and colored green with fresh spinach. You cracked it open and took a sip. It tasted sweet, like how Noelle looked in her blue sundress, the hem falling lightly over her thighs, the same thighs that squeezed your head so tightly last night-

You coughed, suddenly unable to breathe. Concerned, Noelle patted your back, trying to help clear your pained lungs, “Are you okay? Do we need to go back home? The car is somewhere a block or so away-“

“No!” You caught yourself, managing to clear the juice from the wrong pipe, “No I want to stay!”

You couldn’t stop the whine from your voice, “You promised…..”

“Alright, alright, calm down…” Noelle kissed your temple gently, smoothing your hair, although she still looked worried, “If you’re sure… we can stay a bit longer. But we’re leaving before it gets dark. I don’t want you to catch a cold.”

“I’m not cold,” You pulled her close to you, nuzzling her cheek with your face as you kicked the snack bag out of the way, “It’s so warm out… especially when you’re here.”

Noelle gave a polite chuckle at your bad joke, “You’re adorable.” 

Noelle situated your head on her shoulder, letting you rest on her. The sky was bright, but with both of your sunglasses, it was bearable. You spent the afternoon people watching, comparing young and old couples and which babbling baby was cutest. The clouds drifted by, changing from shape to shape as Noelle fed you strawberry slices and pitted cherries. The strawberries were the same color as her perfect lips, and you couldn’t stop mentioning it. 

You were on your best behavior; the only time you spoke to anyone was to return an errant ball to a pair of little boys who accidentally kicked it at you. Noelle gave the children a polite smile, but you could tell she wasn’t happy about being disturbed by a couple of little brats, but at least you hadn’t been bothered by any adults. That would have really ruined the mood. You distracted her by pulling her in for another kiss, and thankfully, she allowed the moment to pass. 

If Noelle didn’t have her guards stationed around the park watching, you both might have been arrested for public indecency. The city was plenty progressive thanks to Atalanta’s influence, but this was really pushing it. Noelle was on top of you, her thigh pushed between your legs as usual. Your neck was covered in little love bites, and the warmth from the sun was nothing compared to the heat within you; the hem of Noelle’s sundress was wet with… you. 

Perhaps you would be embarrassed if you weren’t so turned on. 

Noelle sat back on her haunches, looking over your pitiful state with a proud, almost smug, look, “We should get you home”

“We- What?” You blinked, trying to free your brain from horny jail and failing miserably.

“The sun is setting, Darling. And I have work tomorrow, we need to get home if we want to have time for this later.”

“Oh… yeah…” Your face must have fallen because Noelle frowned.

“Come on, sweetheart,” She twirled your hair between her fingers, “Don’t be like this. You knew we’d have to go home soon.”

“I know, I just-“ Your words cut off and your ears burned. It was much too childish to throw a tantrum just because you didn’t want your day at the park to end. You’d seen five kids do the same already today, and you weren’t about to be the sixth. 

You stood up, helping Noelle fold the blanket and stuff it into the backpack, which she then handed to one of the guards who came to assist. Wrapping her own sweater around your shoulders, Noelle carefully led you to the car before a nearby shop caught her eye. 

“I can’t stand to see your lovely face so sad. Maybe some ice cream will help?”

You had to admit, it did sound enticing; You perked up, “Ice cream?”

She flicked her thumb towards the old-timey ice cream parlor, “They’ve got fudge brownie bits. I checked this morning.”

You grinned, and you couldn’t help a small laugh. Noelle was always a sucker for her chocolate. This wasn’t about your upsets; this was clearly about her need to be within 40 feet of chocolate at all times. 

“Okay,” You took her hand, letting her lead the way. 

As promised, Noelle ordered a double scoop of chocolate ice cream with fudge brownie bits, and you got a root beer float. She slipped the owner a bit more cash to close the shop to only you two, and the guards took their stations outside, giving you complete privacy. 

“Is it good?” Noelle kissed your cheek with her chocolatey mouth, "It looks good. May I have a sip?"

“Really good," You tilted the glass to her, "You can never underestimate a good vanilla in a root beer float.”

Noelle licked her lips, “Disagree. Chocolate and Coke are unmatched.”

Noelle pulled your face closer so she could kiss you, and her mouth tasted like the root beer and the chocolate truffles she so favored. You loved it.

This time, you didn’t resist as Noelle led you to the car. The night was growing cold, and you were glad to snuggle into the heated leather seats. Noelle carefully pulled the seatbelt over you, making sure you were secure before herself. She always made sure you were secure before herself.

Noelle laced her fingers with yours, slowly twisting your promise ring around your finger, “Did you have fun?” 

“Yeah. Can we go out again next weekend?”

“Mmm… maybe not next weekend, I don't want you to get sick,” Noelle squeezed your hand, “But definitely soon. I promise. You were amazing today.”

Pleased and a bit proud that she appreciated your good behavior, you blushed. It was a great day, and you ultimately got what you wanted. You were exhausted after a long day, and you were just so delicate. If Noelle said you needed a month or two to recover, she was probably right. You lay your head on her shoulder just like outside, closing your eyes as you rested against her. When you got home, Noelle would bathe you, heat up dinner, and put you right to bed after a precautionary decongestant pill, but for now you could just exist, happy in the outside world together. 

[rezuto-nighthollow]

Rezu'to doesn't really like any titles besides the ones that reference his jobs. He likes being associated with the Dutiful Sisters or with Nashmiera's dancers. He's also very proud of the Nighthollow Company he and his siblings formed before joining the Scions, and he likes being mentioned as either from that FC or from the Scions. He's all about his actions and relations to other people. He's proud to be with these groups, so he likes them being mentioned.

He gets nervous around all the ones having to do with "Savior of Eorzea" or "Warrior of Light" because that's a lot of pressure and, to him, he's just doing what's right. He comes to get used to it, but it's still not his favorite and when he retires he always corrects people and just asks them to call him his name. He's just a guy!

There are plenty of mean names he gets called by people who don't like Aymeric or interracial relations. He used to worry about it affecting Aymeric's status, but nothing has happened besides Aymeric being even *more* out about their relationship after moments like that and it makes Rezu all blushy so he's okay with that.

He's fine with the regular honorifics like lord, sir, master etc. They're just kind of how people talk. But if they're being especially formal or reverent he will assume they're talking to someone else, so they might have to get his attention again. He has approximately Zero understanding of how the rankings work in Grand Companies, or what his even is, so he just assumes that whatever someone calls him is probably correct maybe.

OC/WoL Question.

Does your OC have any specific titles or honorifics? How do they feel about these? If they don't have any specific titles, how do they respond to being called Lord or Lady (or things such as Sir, Madam or Mistress)?

[midnight-oily]

nashuri eclipse gods au | 1/1 | 3.9k | 18+ explicit

Gods do not control the celestial bodies—they are bound by them.

It is both a curse and a gift.

Her gift is the blessed power of the sun which rages within her burning heart. The humans have given her many names—Bast, Xihe, Tapati, Hemera, Beiwe—but to the Earth and Sky, she is Shuri: a goddess that shimmers with golden, vibrant splendor. Her hair is twisted into braids that reach from the top of her head to the tip of her toes. When she moves, they twinkle in the light from the countless precious stones that are intertwined into her locks. She is the first breath a baby takes, the joyful chirp of a songbird at dawn, the warmth of spring after a harsh winter. Where she walks, death lurches away as life blooms in each of her footsteps.

But today, she’s sitting—legs folded neatly on a flat rock at the edge of a forest lake. The babble of water tickles her ears as she waits patiently under the warm, noon day sun. Arching her back, she lets the sunlight kiss between the valleys and hills of her bare, humble curves. Nudity is not a concern for the gods—shame is a human concept after all.

Yet it is a shame that for all her raw godly power, the one thing she wants the most is out of her grasp—obscured by the heavens until the right moment.

It is her curse—their curse.

Shuri’s breath quickens as she watches the sunlight that slips through the tree leaves go from generous round orbs into thinning crescents. A sign that the moment she has been waiting for is approaching. In the sky, the moon slowly makes its way into the crossfire of the sun. Two celestial bodies will soon intertwine in a sacred joining as ancient as the Earth. A shiver runs through her—the long awaited eclipse is imminent.

A shimmering mirage tickles the edge of her vision—a familiar figure sits across from her. The form warps and flickers under the waning light, becoming clearer with every passing second. As the Earth dims into eerie darkness, her heart pounds not in fear, but in anticipation. A man begins to emerge from the haze—Luscious hair frames a devastatingly handsome face. Two wing-tipped ears mirror his winged feet. Soft skin pierced with jade, pearls and gold. He is a vision of a god. A god of her equal.

The man’s translucent form wobbles before it solidifies—under the darkness of totality, he glows gently in contrast to her bold radiance. As his dark, alluring eyes meet her gaze, it takes her breath away.

“Husband.”

He grins widely at her—joyful lunacy upon his lips.

“Wife.”

Read the rest on ao3 (18+ only! Mind the tags!)

[goldenglock-preacher]

Since you were looking for short goldenglock ideas...

Grisha notices that John is like...severely depressed today. More than usual. He starts trying anything to cheer him up, just throwing himself at John in every way possible, cuddling with him, babbling on and on about nothing to keep him entertained, etc. Until eventually he resorts to telling John outright how much he cares about him, and that's the one thing that seems to get through.

(No pressure, idk if you take writing prompts!)

Omg thank you and yes please send me all the prompts you can come up with I will take every opportunity to write about these fuckers and not worry about the main fics plot progression. That post was basically asking for prompts.

Things take place after the 4th movie so John cuts ties with everyone and is in Grisha’s circle “full-time”, living with him. Decided to make it take place in a longer span than a day because Grisha is way too dumb to find a solution that quickly. 

Idk how we got here but now there’s also insomnia??

“I worry about you.”

John is hands down the calmest person in Grisha’s circle. Nobody has the same amount of emotional control, which often made him the supportive rock involuntarily. This group full of relationship drama and misunderstandings would just gravitate towards him, like a voice of reason, even though he wasn’t the best at giving advice. 

Being able to make him smile was Grisha’s biggest accomplishment but recently…he just couldn’t manage to do it. Everything that worked before just suddenly stopped and he would see John get lost in his own mind more than usual. 

- John, listen, something bit Volodya in the ass and now he’s throwing an absolute shitstorm my way, so we have to leave in like-

- I’ll stay.

Grisha’s thoughts break off, as he tries to put on his leather jacket in a haste.

- Are you…sure?

It might sound silly but this was somehow the thing that triggered Grisha’s alarm. Nearly every time Grisha tells John about his plans, the man is already at the door. He doesn’t always end up being useful but he still finds these little adventures entertaining enough to join in even on the most mundane tasks. They were basically inseparable. 

- Yeah…

Grisha would have stayed, if the phone wasn’t aggressively vibrating in his pocket right now.

- Okay then…see you for dinner?

John nods.

God, it felt weird saying that. 

****

He felt bad being out of the house for so long and when he came back, he expected to see John asleep at this point…but he wasn’t. He was laying on the couch, staring at the blank TV screen. There was an empty take-out bag in the kitchen. To Grisha’s surprise, John seemed to have ordered delivery while he was home.

Grisha completely stopped using delivery once he moved in, because John would rather cook himself. So all of this was really uncharacteristic for him. 

- I’m home.

He finally spoke up, watching John slowly sit up.

- What, not even a bark?

Grisha lets out a laugh, hoping that he will break John with just the stupidity of that sentence but it’s like he didn’t even register the words.

- What are you doing up so late anyways? It’s…

Grisha checked his watch

- 3 AM.

- Just…didn’t feel like sleeping.

John answered in a mellow voice. 

- C’mon John, I was gone for just a day, no way you started missing me this much already!

He was sure that this would at least pull a protest out of John but, once again, it’s like he didn’t have any energy for Grisha’s antics, which made the conversation awkward, to say the least. His joking was completely cut short and now he didn’t have any ideas. 

****

He took a whole day off, just to stay with John and convince him to go outside. They were side by side the whole day, just one on one, with nothing to do but bast in each other’s company…but it didn’t help. John still seemed to not be entirely here, instead drowning in his thoughts that Grisha, sadly, couldn't read. He was desperately showing John love at this point, not letting the man’s skin breath without him for too long. Shoulder grabs, holding hands, hugs, as if his touch could send a message. John didn’t push him away but wouldn’t respond much either, like a stone statue. 

****

Is insomnia contagious? It started to feel like it is. Grisha was laying on the bed for what feels like an eternity but the inner turmoil of knowing that John is not happy right now, makes his eyes stay open. He couldn't just leave him like this...so he got up.

Grisha walks into the living room and leans on the wall, crossing his arms, watching John mindlessly sitting on the floor and staring at the screen. He wasn’t actually watching it, none of the channels registered in his brain. He just pressed the remote button over and over again, in a rhythm, even. He wasn’t really asleep but also not awake. It was hard, seeing him like this. Despite his talents and strengths, lack of sleep can take anyone out.

Grisha sighs, with a bit of hesitation, but finally gets enough courage to step towards him.

- Sorry, did I wake you up?

John addressed him first but didn’t look away. At least he’s aware that Grisha is standing there, next to him…which is something.

- I worry about you.

He delivers it to him straight, which seemed to have grabbed his attention. John’s finger stopped clicking the button, now looking at nothing but static. He was still silent so Grisha didn’t have much choice other than just continue. 

- I’m watching you get tortured by things outside of my understanding and there’s nothing I can do. 

John gently places the remote on the floor, as if to make sure the sound doesn’t interrupt him.

- I want to give you everything. I want to make it better but I’m just…too stupid to figure out how.

He couldn’t be sentimental without at least an awkward joke for too long. John lowers his head, looking at the floor. He’s trying to hide his face with his hair.

- You deserve happiness…or sleep, at least. 

Grisha gestures to the TV.

- I’m so lucky to have a chance to be the one to give you that happiness…but I don’t know how to help a man who’s stronger than I could ever be.

After a beat, John picks up the remote once again but only to turn the TV off. He leaves the remote on the floor and finally gets up on his feet. His eyes, slightly watery. 

- Let’s go to bed.

[nosleeppotions]

Being an Ori'vod was both rewarding, and an absolute curse.

Bast still wasn't quite used to not being one of the Shinies anymore, he was thoroughly unprepared for the new ones. Nobody thought to warn him they were a bunch of osik'ike or that they would become HIS problem.

Many loud arguments, exchanged insults and threats of violence came as a result. Day and night. Sometimes he was THIS close to wrapping his hands around one of their necks and ending them himself.

Sometimes the other vode just wanted them to drop the fight and shut up, but they started it.

Then there were these odd... moments of peace. Where all was quiet, they'd talk like civil beings, a vod'ika might even share a nice treat with him or babble endlessly and he'd let him despite having a pounding headache. Force sometimes they were just straight up nice.

Moments like these were enough for him to actually even feel bad for ever being hostile to his vod'ike.

Only for them to promptly remind him they are in fact still osik'ike.

But Force have mercy on any Separatist or clanker who would try and take them from him. He didn't need to be some abomination or sith or even whatever Alor back on Coruscant was, he'd be worse.

He'd burn the galaxy for those osik'ike, loyalties to the GAR and Jedi be damned.

Now if they could only leave him the kriff alone....

[sokokoko]

Word Of The 💫 Sometimes 💫

Write something based off the vibe you get from this word, based off the definition OR including this word. Can be anything from one sentence to a copious amount of writing.

Today:

Orphic

My go: 696 words

———

Inhale, exhale.

This was it. Today was the day. He totally wasn't freaking out or anything. No siree, Ludwin was the absolute picture of calm. He went to wipe his sweaty hands against his leather pants but thought better of it and rubbed them against his tunic. Okay, so he was a little nervous but that was normal! Fine, even. Nerves were good. His mentor herself had said that being scared to fail means you care a lot. And he did care, so everything checked out.

He needed to become a Witch. It was beyond important that he became a Witch. Maggie’s outings as Raven Hood were doing a good job keeping them afloat but they needed more. He needed this job. His work as Bast O’ Belle’s assistant gave him so many valuable skills. If he were to fail at becoming a Witch, Miss Belle would likely be opposed to associating with him any longer, right? So he needed this to work.

Ludwin felt awkward kneeling down in the empty room waiting for the ‘connection’. He was supposed to reach out and Magic would reach back, apparently. How long had he been in this room? How much longer would it be? Was he just supposed to stay in the room until he got it? Would Miss Belle be angry if they had to pick this up tomorrow? His siblings would be getting worried if he took too long.

A heat swirled in Ludwin’s face and he felt tears spring to his eyes. Magic? Are you there? Couldn't the entity hear him? Didn't it understand he needed a Witch Pact to help raise his little siblings? They were not going back to a situation where his six year old brother would be pitted against Syphons. Full grown Knights had died to Syphons. Regularly died to them, in fact! Lon had already learned to fear their parents, when to be deathly quiet and when he wasn't allowed to act like a child. He had learned he would get no love from Mother and Father. Though it was Father who manhandled Lon and ordered him to ‘train’ against the creatures, Mother was the one who purchased the Syphons and kept them alive. If Ludwin was a Witch, it would be so much easier to hide from them. His familiar would have a vested interest in keeping him alive and, by his orders, would not let his siblings die or be found. It was foolproof. But it wasn't working.

Ludwin hiccuped. Not long after, he devolved into full blown sobbing.

Oh? Oh!

His sobs stuttered. What was that?

He paused, looking around the room. Why was there a voice crooning in his ear? Something warm wiped the tears from his cheeks and he heard shushing noises.

Miss Belle? Was it Bast O’ Belle? Did she really not mind that he was too useless to be a Witch?

Want? You want? the voice purred. It was difficult to describe. The voice was high, in a giggly, gurgly sort of way? Like a fairy, he supposed. It echoed in his mind like it was being beamed straight into his head but at the same time it was in his ears like any other voice. It was in his ears, his mind, his chest, his heart, caressing his face, its arms around him—

Ludwin blinked. It was everywhere and nowhere and with him but so far away. Ugh, this was making his head hurt. He was distinctly uncomfortable yet the most warm and comfortable he'd ever been. Was this why people became Witches?

The voice again called out to him.

Want promise?

“Yes!” he said, his mind finally catching up to what it was saying. “Yes, Magic!”

Magic’s response registered to a part of him that he was sure didn't exist. The answering delighted pats touched no organ or limb that Ludwin knew of. But it filled him with a heavy relief.

My Witch, my Witch, another Witch! Magic crooned.

It was just babbling. But somehow, Ludwin knew that things would be alright now. His body grew heavier and heavier along with his eyes, the world around him darkening.

Here I go.

[rezuto-nighthollow]

I have very few followers, but to those of you who do:

WoW players are jumping ship to FFXIV

I have no problem with this, but I do want people to be aware so that we can maintain the level of community we have in FF.

WoW is known to have become toxic in its playerbase. It's up to us -- the veteran players of FFXIV -- to welcome the newcomers and to STOP any toxic behaviour.

If someone in your dungeon is being a dick, call them out.

Protect the new players and give them the support that you wanted or got when you first started the game.

Defend new players and people who get mechs wrong.

Teach with kindness and patience.

Let Eorzea be a fun and loving place with no room for toxic players.

[kcatta-wodahs]

this is what bdsm with simeon is like

[oldmanraven]

Elves in Sylvarant

We don't really see any canon elves in Sylvarant, but it's clear that half elves are common enough that there's gotta be parents for them, right? So I have created new headcanons as to how elves in Sylvarant live.

Some elves will settle in towns or just outside them, and integrate themselves into human life as much as possible. This is difficult, of course, so often they live on the outskirts like Dirk does and interact with the town minimally.

But my big decision is that a lot of them live nomadically, traveling across continents with small groups, often family. They may meet with other groups at times, but it's a very individual system.

On that note, though, I am now headcanon-ing that Nova and/or his wife are elves and nobody can stop me!!!!

[razzle-zsaszzle]

Bathroom graffiti that made me laugh

[kcatta-wodahs]

Everyone who doesn't know mammon thinking he walks around judging everyone like 😒😒😒😒 but then he opens his mouth

Ngl tho it kind of explains why him as a guard dog for MC works so well against lower demons

Is it just me or does Mammon lowkey have a resting bitch face?

It's not that noticeable cause he's usually very expressive and has intense emotions but on the few chances where he's not being expressive he just naturally looks kinda vaguely annoyed?

And it's not just his face either - in the few times where he's just talking with no feelings or emotions behind it (in a couple of the audio dramas) he just sounds annoyed even when it's obvious he's not actually annoyed?

And no, all the neutral sprites don't look annoyed - eg: Asmo & Satan are both some variation of :| while Levi and Belphie are some variation of :c

This is not a criticism btw, this is a love letter♡

[rezuto-nighthollow]

Amaurot's music makes me want to wail like a baby and idk why

[kcatta-wodahs]

Making Lore Out of the Angel Event

Im the definition of 'its not that deep but I'm going to dig a hole to make it that deep'

In this case its me making it that deep because otherwise this event is upsetting so I'm making some dark lore theories to make it make sense to me.

I'll have a lot of spoilers below. For the event and everything I know, which is up to like lesson 32 I think.

Basically, TLDR; this was an attack by Michael/their Father on Devildom. Simeon and Diavolo have successfully negated the threat by turning it into a game.

TLDR Thesis; The Celestial Realm is governed through careful mind control. The Demon Bros are not "avatars" because of being demons- they have been cursed by their Father to suffer as no other demon nor angel has to.

First we hear direct from Michael, and he's giving these bangles that appear to brainwash the main cast.

This was an attempt by their Father to bring them back under his control. By control, I mean this literally.

I've felt for a long time that the way the Celestial Realm seems to be run is... shady. It's a utopia to outside appearances only, and those who have been most deeply embroiled in the Great Celestial War know this.

The Great Celestial War was over free will, rather than the specifics of Lilith's situation. She was the catalyst for a long-time-coming revolt against the rulers of the Celestial Realm.

My logic for this:

The reason for Lilith's expulsion goes against the current action plan of the Celestial Realm. Peace between the realms? Sure, but their Father is bound to realize that you put angels, humans, and demons together you're going to end up with more angels like Lilith, who fall for other races. Why would he accept this truce if he lost his favored children over an issue that is very similar? Did he have a change of heart? Heavens no.

Luke's behaviour towards the demon's seems case-and-point. Luke is not the strange one out of the angelic transfer students- Simeon is. Not only that, Simeon is chosen not in an attempt to promote peace, but to protect Luke from being influenced. (Which is, again, the whole point\of the exchange program.)

That time we went to the Celestial Realm for real - Lucifer was worried. Scared, even. This can be explained by, you know, the War and Lilith.. but I wonder if it may be more sinister. Like perhaps being brainwashed.

Diavolo and Barbatos weren’t required to wear bangles to become less “demon-like” for the “party”. This is because the bangles were a ploy to get the brothers back.

My theory is that when an angel begins to show signs of rebellion or questioning the divine order, they are forcibly stopped. Michael is that enforcer, and these 'gifts' are a method of stopping them.

The bangles cause a person to act *perfectly angelic* against their free will. The people affected become all smiles and sunshine, so clearly nothing could be wrong with it, right? They’re happy, right?

No. Very not right, and we can see that through Satan.

Poor Satan is always the exception to the rule of the Brothers, as his circumstances are different from everyone else's.

In this case though, he's the one who provides insight on this mind control. 

Let me remind you of the quotes Satan gives us during this time:

“I feel worked up.” “I don’t feel like myself at all.”

“It feels like something foreign is forcing my heart to be calm.” “Like my heart... becoming tranquil.”

Satan has never been an angel. He has never experienced this before. He has something the other brothers don’t: self-reflection. Satan can tell the difference between his feelings and feelings that are being imposed upon him. He tells you what he feels - “worked up” and “not like himself” and he is not smiling during this. He’s clearly unhappy, even though an angel might say he should feel unburdened by losing his anger.

He even mentions this.

“Normally, that wouldn’t seem like something bad, right?” “Something isn’t right.” “Maybe you shouldn’t come near me when I’m in this state.”

Satan is under the effects of the bangle, being forced to act angelic, but he can tell something “isn’t right.” He clearly shows that he thinks this is a “bad” thing, not because being calm is bad, but because it’s not “normal”. And can I remind you that he’s the Avatar of Wrath? The Sin that is most likely to be dangerous to be around - and yet it’s only when his anger is forcibly quelled that he thinks you should stay away from him. He knows that this is not something to desire. He knows that it is not happiness.

“I can’t concentrate on reading today.”

I mean, he’s obviously going through a lot, so that’s fair. But I have the theory that if he were to try and research this condition he wouldn’t be able to either. I have a theory about the Garden of Eden. My theory is about Paradise.

Remember when Eve ate the fruit? Do you know what that fruit was? Sin?

No. That fruit was knowledge.

Specifically, knowledge of good and evil. Now, why would this knowledge be something to keep from those under the control of the Celestial Realm? It sounds rather like they might be able to then make their own decisions of what is right and wrong.

Satan has known this from the beginning. Knowledge is power. The Ruler of the Celestial Realm, the other demons’ Father, knows this, too.

Why are there no other Avatars?

Sin was not something inherent to Devildom. Sin is a judgement sent from the Celestial Realm. There are no other Avatars because they are a wholly angelic creation. There are other posts that have examined the Sins as outlets, and how each of the brothers are attempting to find ways to allow themselves to express their sin so it does not overtake them.

From the get-go, we are shown that these Sins are a defining point for the brothers, but we’re also shown that they cause more trouble than anything else. Again, part-and-parcel of being a demon, right?

So why aren’t other demons like this?

Look at Diavolo and Barbatos, or even just the background demons who work across Devildom. Look at No. 2. They are all far more complex, and could even be considered normal. No. 2 is specifically meant to be based off of Mammon and his greed, but is much more rounded when we interact with it.

If Diavolo is meant to be the ruler of demonkind -- the paragon of what a demon should be -- then why would he not be the epitome of all of these Sins in one? What is Diavolo, instead?

Diavolo is accepting.

Hold up a moment here. What? Sorry y’all but it sounds to me like Mr. Demon Daddy King trusts his son enough to pass the kingdom on to him... so that must mean that Diavolo is behaving as a demon should.

Barbatos doesn’t question Diavolo’s choices. Nobody does. He’s an all around popular ruler. Devildom seems to be quite.. the opposite of what we’ve been trained to expect, huh? Trained by who exactly?

What are the Demon Brothers?

Cursed. They don’t act like other demons because they’re not like other demons. When they rebelled against their Father, they were punished for this act, but I posit that the punishment and the exile were two different acts. Their Father knew that leaving the Celestial Realm was not punishment to those who desired free will. So instead, he gave them Sin. Something that Demons are not normally bound to.

But how would the brothers know this? They only know what they’ve been taught by angels about demons. Surely these new, pressing desires come from turning into demons..? 

So, why was this not taken seriously?

Short answer: it was. But in the way that aligns with Diavolo’s ultimate goals.

Diavolo wants peace. 

Let’s Talk About Simeon

Simeon is an enigma and a half isn’t he?

Simeon is close with Michael, closer than Luke in any case. Now, I’ll be honest, I can’t remember if it was a fanfiction I read that said this or if it was canon so uh - forgive me. But Simeon was chosen to accompany Luke as an exchange student so that Luke would get some education. Simeon says this is to help relations, as Diavolo wants, but of course that’s what you would say as a sleeper agent?

Now, don’t get sad. Because we love Simeon here and we support him.

Simeon is wise and neutral. He seems to support the brothers, and even still wishes to foster a relationship with them. This could be seen as an attempt to bring them back, or some such, but I like to think that Simeon knows what’s wrong with the Celestial Realm.

Simeon, however, doesn’t think that a revolt can solve it. Simeon is working with Diavolo to create a form of peace - and has been transparent about the fact that Michael chose him to prevent Luke from being corrupted. I like to think he’s also been transparent with Diavolo about Michael’s actual goal. 

Simeon believes that the races should co-exist and love freely. How could love be evil, after all? Whether or not this is a new concept to him (because of his falling for you) or if this is just who he is, I’ll leave up to you and your preferences, but since he is now no longer undateable, it is established that he does not believe love between angels and humans to be bad - as his Father did with Lilith.

What happened, then?

My theory is that Simeon told Diavolo that Michael had given him a task - to give these bangles to the brothers to remind them of the joy they were missing by disobeying the Divine Order. Either that, or to brainwash them into coming back home. 

Simeon’s position would be revealed to Michael if he didn’t give the brothers the bangles, but he does not want to instigate another war either. So he told Diavolo Michael’s plan. 

Diavolo wants peace, and he knows that with time, the brothers can overcome this mind control as they had in the past - especially with his help. 

So thus comes the “party”. 

An excuse to make the bangles seem like a “harmless” gift, that had only gone wrong because of strange magical interference, when really they had done exactly what they were supposed to.

And a wonderful way to maintain peace while leaving the Celestial Realm to stew in their own pots. 

Simeon gets to maintain his facade for everyone - and put on a show for Michael as being loyal. He also gets to show Luke that perhaps being wholly angelic isn’t the way for some people, letting him learn a little more about peaceful coexistence. Nothing happens to ruin Diavolo’s grand plan for peace, and he gets to learn more about the curse that is set upon his friends - One that he hopes to be able to break someday, so they can live their lives unfettered by their Father.