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bing-whoops · 6 months ago

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TO BE LOVED IS TO BE CHANGED | DIAVOLO . *. ⋆ ⊹ ౨ৎ˚₊

prologue: "villain and violent, infant and innocent"

꒰ summary ꒱ being friendly with those who lived nearby in your apartment building can come in handy especially while living outside of campus; this is highly recommended if you also have a roommate. Until a nice weekend at the house in the beach ends up with a three dead bodies, a roommate in a cult and — a demon baby?

꒰ pairing ꒱ diavolo x reader

꒰ warnings ꒱ child endangerment, suicide, death, mention of drugs, swearing, and brief vomit scene.

꒰ word length ꒱ 3.4k

꒰ author's note ꒱ this is my first series in general so any comments regarding it (or dm’s) are appreciated and encouraged! I would love to hear you guys' thoughts on it

꒰ MASTERPOST ꒱꒰ NEXT ꒱

The coldness of the night settled in your bones like an old friend. The waves splashed harshly against the boulders that were seen laid at the bottom of the cliffs that adorned the beach where you were currently residing at. The moon was was gleaming with a potency that you hadn’t quite seen before — or maybe you had and just hadn’t had the time to appreciate it as much as you should have.

Perhaps you should have thought more before deciding to take the weekend off in a house in front of the beach. Although, house would be a little bit of a stretch considering it was not only lacking any sort of electricity, but you were sure you had heard rats scurrying around the bathroom.

‘Well, there’s no use lamenting after the payment is done.’ You thought as you continued to lament the money spent to stay here — was this the regret every horror movie character felt after doing something that lacked survival instinct?

You tightened your grip on the jacket that you were currently wearing to try and ward off against the night that seems to become increasingly more freezing as the minutes pass. You shifted around in the medium sized boulder you were currently sitting on, and dragged your knees close to your chest to get more comfortable.

It had been what? Two hours since you arrived? Maybe a little bit more, maybe a little bit less. You didn’t care much either way as this had been the most relaxed you had been in weeks.

Of course just as such thought crossed your mind all of it went down the drain.

You flinched from where you were sitting as a commotion started being heard — above you?

The sand made your frantic attempt at getting away from where you were sitting a little harder than expected, but it could have been just the way that the screams had startled you into action. You warily stepped backwards, inching away from the bottom of the cliff while trying to crank your neck upwards, and narrowed your eyes after seeing flashing blue and red lights coming near the edge.

“The police?” You muttered with resignation, it seems as if a single weekend without anything occurring is too much to ask for, and a little of wariness. What could be the reason for a police car to be here?

The situation became more confusing as shouting erupted once again from the top of the cliff that you was still too close for comfort.

The muscles in your hands tightened as you clenched them after seeing a women with short black hair inch closer to edge of the cliff until you were able to realize what her intentions were. Your eyes widened in fright as dread settled inside your mind as you realized exactly why the police’s shouting seems to become more frantic the closer the woman stepped to the edge.

Are you about to witness a suicide?

No other thought had the time to cross your mind because in the next second the woman stepped backwards and slipped down her doom.

Faster than you could comprehend she crashed close to where you had been sitting less than five minutes ago. The sound that her body made when it finally reached the bottom was the most nauseating noise that you had ever heard (you wish you could wrench it from your memory)

You froze where you stood for a moment before your eyesight finally focused on the blood that was dripping from her forehead onto the sand. This made you quickly approach her unresponsive body and settle as close as you could to her head without actually touching her body in fear of making any injury that she had worse.

The only thing that stopped the automatic thought of her being dead was the pained groans she was still making.

“Hey! hey — I need you to try and stay awake okay?” You tried to frantically say while tripping over your own words while trying to search your pants and jacket for a phone to call emergencies. Only to realize that you had left your phone inside the bedroom after realizing how low the reception was in the area.

Your breathing started picking up the longer it passed. Remembering that you were not the only one that saw this you quickly looked up to see if the police officers could at least indicate what you should do with their speakerphone. Yet surprises did not seem to be ending today because once you looked up you witnessed a baby falling off the cliff in the exact same spot the woman had thrown herself off.

Faster than you could realize your body stood up from where it had been kneeling next to the woman and raised your hand up to your chest in a straight line while bending them slightly; you frantically went through everything that could go wrong trying to catch a baby falling from such height.

Before you could keep stumbling around trying to calculate where the baby would fall your hands buckled as they tried to hold the sudden and harsh weight dropped on them. A yelp almost left your throat as you stumbled to the ground while holding a baby.

The baby that had fallen

The baby that had somehow fallen and not landed on your head and broken it

The baby that did not demolish your arms after falling on them

The baby that was without injury —

It was almost miraculous that there were no visible injuries on the baby that was currently being held on your arms while you still trembled from fright of what had just occurred.

But just because there were no visible injuries didn’t mean that nothing was wrong either. You warily changed the way you were holding the baby to be able to face it and check its face.

Now that you didn’t have to actively worry about someone else trying to free fall off the cliff you observed the odd child that was quietly being held by you. Its hair was an odd reddish color that seemed more bold than any ginger you had ever seen in your life — you were almost willing to believe it was dyed rather than natural.

But even that was nowhere near as startling as her eyes. (He? she? You weren’t sure) The eyes that were staring back at you were the unsettling ones you had ever seen in your life.

For a faltering second you even asked yourself if what you held in your arms was an actual breathing human baby and not a doll.

The eyes’ shape and size was not the problem rather its color was the reason for your momentarily surprise. It was as if somebody had taken gold and melted it in the baby’s eyes. An unsettling color for an unsettling baby. You pursued your lips before quickly beating yourself mentally for focusing on such meaningless description while the woman was still bleeding out — miraculously still alive; the only sign of her condition being the whimpers of pain she was letting out.

“Agh!” A scream startled you as you approached the woman once again. The scream that had left her mouth was louder than any other she had let out since her fall. This did not seem to be a one time occurrence as short scream kept leaving her mouth while you tried approaching her.

You clutched the baby to your chest as you stopped in your tracks less than a step away from leaning down to check on the woman. You weren’t sure why but it seemed as if the more the distance shortened between the two of you the more frightened she seemed.

“Please hang on! The police already called emergencies they’re on the way.” Your words stumbled out of the way in a attempt to comfort the woman that was dying in front of you. But you truly didn’t know if the police had in fact called the ambulance or anybody that could help this women. You had just lied and hoped that it was the truth.

A gurgled sound seemed to leave the woman in the floor. This time in a lower volume.

Cautiously you lowered yourself slowly in fear she would start screaming if you approached too hastily once again.

Another attempt seemed to leave her mouth at speaking yet only indecipherable gurgles were heard. Just as you were about to attempt to stop her from wasting energy trying to speak you watched as her eyes settled on the baby and her face twisted into something ugly.

( Later as you settled down in your bedroom you would chastise yourself for describing a dying’s woman expression as ugly out of all things )

Her lips trembled as her mouth opened and close as if in fear. The woman’s last word would be engraved into your mind for a long while.

Yet they would only make sense months down the line.

“Demon.”

The police were useless.

You had no idea how someone could be so incompetent. You would like to say that you have met a long variety of people with different personality and intelligence in your lifetime; there is not much confidence in you to be able to say you have met people more incompetent than the ones sitting in front of you.

“Is emergencies on their way?” You asked with resignation after leaving the body of the woman on the other side of the beach to be able to speak with the officers inside your house about what you should do next.

The police officers glanced at each other, a cue seemed to be passed between them in that sort second, then at you who was still holding the baby that both of them refused to hold unless necessary.

Both of them felt sympathy towards you, really! But neither of them had ever held a baby before and this situation had escalated from a supposed teenage bonfire party to a dead woman; neither of them felt very confident on the possibility of it getting better.

“Possibly,” One of the police officer commented with a shrug not realizing how nonchalant he was coming off the the college student he was speaking to, “This area is quite far from civilization and getting down here took us a couple of hours it is highly possible they will take even longer.”

Those words caused a sigh to leave your lips. It was not one of exhaustion rather one of annoyance.

The baby you held in your arms was now more energetic; from limply laying in your arms to excitedly playing with the zipper of your jacket and holding onto your arms as tight as he could. Apparently it was also a he.

This what what the police informed you the woman had been using when referring to the child; they had also said that she had screamed about the baby being a demon spawn. So yeah, anything she had said was taken with a grain of salt.

Giggles erupted from the baby in your arms as you took your hand away from his hand. At least someone was having fun today.

“What are we supposed to do then?” You asked the officers after seeing them shuffle unsurely around the house each time they heard a creaking sound resonate around the house.

“You should keep yourself reachable,” The second one piped in as if he was worried you would object, “We will probably have to take that little guy in your arm to the station to find any other family member.”

“Or if there’s any missing babies around this zone…”

“What was that?” You asked with a frown adorning your face. The one who had been interrogating you not too long ago had muttered something incomprehensible that you couldn’t figure out.

After realizing he had been a little too loud the police officer cleared his throat and waved it off. With a quick shake of his hand.

“Nothing! Just thinking about the procedures that will soon take place.”

You warily nodded shifting your weight from one foot to the other keenly aware that neither of them seemed eager to leave or take the baby or deal with the dead body that was probably still rotting and bleeding in the sand after her death.

‘Are they waiting for water to be offered?’ You wondered after seeing the same police officer walk around the very limited space that this house gave you under the reasoning of looking for evidence.

‘Evidence for what? The woman that fell half a kilometer away from here?’ Your annoyance was barely tampered under your self reasoning that this could not last too long and once they left with the baby plus the body everything would settle down.

Deciding to take the initiative you shifted your hold on the baby who was clinging tightly to your jacket and walked closer to the second officer who tensed in nervousness.

“Well officers! Please do contact me if anything comes up that involves me.” You tried to say with some cheer in your voice (who could blame you really? Your pants were still dripping with blood from the woman the officers had not looked thrice at and your palms were still shaky from what had occurred and what could have been)

The reason for this sudden friendliness was to make the baby transaction easier. And it was.

Because as soon as you showed signs of giving the baby over the officer panic clowned his face as once he finally took the baby he held it as far away from his chest as possible with his two arms.

The first officer awkwardly stood around — his hovering did not help soothe anybody’s nerves in this situation.

This silence continued until the radio attached to the pants suddenly received a message that startled the three of you. Not the baby though, he just seemed to hate his new babysitter enough to try and kick himself out of his arms. The baby still held his arms towards you.

Like the professional you were you ignored it and instead discretely (indiscreetly) eavesdropped on what was being communicated.

“… her name was reported to be Laura Bolton.”

Your stomach dropped.

Before you realized you intersected the police officers before they could do what you had been trying to make them do for a while, leave.

“Right — sorry did you just say Laura Bolton?” You asked with cautiousness knowing that there was a possibility of someone sharing a name with your roommate.

“Well that was the name we heard.” The man who was still holding the baby wrong responded.

“I couldn’t quite hear the rest did they describe what she looked like?” You asked with apprehension while trying to keep a smile in your face. It became in readily harder as you realized you didn’t even hear why they had communicated her name through the radio.

“Late twenty’s, approximately six feet tall, white, dark-haired woman.”

That fit the description too well.

“What did she do?” It wouldn’t be the first time your roommate had gone to jail; each time it happened it only made you wish for time to go faster so you could leave that damn apartment complex behind.

“She was found with the woman you saw not too long ago and this baby,” A pause was made as if unsure of what he should say next, “It seemed as if they were doing some sort of — of well religious ritual.”

There’s an odd emphasis on religious.

Why is there an odd emphasis on religious.

‘Oh god.’

You had an epiphany.

‘She joined a cult didn’t she?’ You thought as you stared blankly at the officers who seemed uneasy at the sudden change of atmosphere.

You said your goodbyes to the officer and wished them good luck but your tone was flat in the rest of your interactions.

Perhaps that was why you didn’t pay much attention to the baby in the officer’s arms was still reaching towards you while making grabby hands.

It was a cute sight.

You would have probably tried calming down the baby in any other situation. However, it had been a taxing day.

(And you had no idea how bad it was gonna get)

You roughly pushed the door with annoyance — somehow the hardest part to deal with was opening and closing the door.

You sighed, your hand came up and massaged your forehead. It was an attempt to stop the migraine that usually popped up when you become too stressed.

Your steps caused the wood under your shoe to creak loudly as if demanding you to notice it. You couldn’t find it in yourself to care enough for it at this moment. You headed for the mini bridge you had brought yourself to get a cup of water (or wine, you weren’t feeling too picky)

But once you had opened the bridge and were about to reach for the water bottle a defeating crash was heard outside. There were no screams.

You gazed longingly at the bottle of wine and closed the bridge quietly.

Trying to make as little sound as possible you approached the front window next to the door to gently lift the curtain and sneak a peak outside.

Was it dangerous?

Maybe not.

However a little precaution never hurt anybody.

What you saw was not carnage only because everything had been covered. Your hands let the curtain go as if they had burned you; outside of this little house were supposed to be the police officers. Alive officers.

What you saw was a giant boulder being where the police officers were supposed to be in. You would have thought that they already left had you not seen a grown’s human hand peaking out from under the boulder.

There only seemed to be a survivor.

The baby.

The laughing baby.

You opened the door and wearily looked up the cliff the old lady that had allowed you to rent this house had assured you was as sturdy as cliffs could get. Fear settled in your heart of you also adding to the kill count today. After seeing nothing out of the ordinary you quickly sprinted to where the boulder still stood and grabbed the baby by his stomach and sprinted back inside the house. The baby gurgled with glee as he clapped his hands in excitement. At least someone was having a good time.

You tightened your hold on the baby who already had his finger tightly wrenched in your jacket — a little tighter than you would have thought was possible for a baby.

In the privacy of your mind you wondered whether this child was lucky or unlucky with what had happened today.

Trying to place the baby on the bed did not end well. No matter what you did you couldn’t dislocate his grabby hands from your jacket. As nausea gripped you and didn’t let go you stumbled to the bathroom trying to not have a fourth death in a single night by dropping the baby and promptly threw up.

The baby quieted down after seeing you breathing heavily and simply patted your head.

In the end you went to sleep with a migraine, a nausea filled stomach, and an energetic baby that did not let you out of his sight without throwing a tantrum.

You contemplated the possibility of walking back to a police station and reporting what had happened only for your body to hit you with the worst migraine imaginable. Its pain was enough to make your knees buckled.

Strangely enough it left as soon as it arrived.

While this occurred the baby that had been screaming had quieted down after seeing you hold onto a wall for support.

His unsettling gold-like eyes stared as if they could see through you. Perhaps you would have been more scared had pity not overcome you — this was after all a child whose mothers last word was calling him a demon.

Not the best way to be greeted into this world. You refused to acknowledge the strange way he looked just to avoid the possibility of ending in the same train of thought his mother had after calling him a demon.

Just because he looked different didn’t mean he was the devil’s spawn.

Right?

#the mental gymnastics I had to do to figure out how I would write the damn baby surviving after falling #before realizing that I could just chalk it up to it being a more resciliant demon baby #anyway moral of the story don’t stay with your roommate if you suspect she may be in a cult that sacrifices babies #obey me!#obey me x reader #obey me lord diavolo #obey me #obey me diavolo #obey me shall we date #om! diavolo #diavolo x reader #diavolo obey me #Diavolo obey be shall we date #obey me diavolo x reader #obey me shall we date Diavolo x reader #— RUBYTALES

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ticklygiggles · 2 years ago

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Scent | Lucifer x Diavolo x Fem!Reader [N$FW]

A/N: Commission for my dearest baby sweetie boo @otomiya-tickles Thank you so much for you kind support my dear, you're always so nice and precious to me I love you endlessly. I hope you enjoy these horny demons asjdnsjansf

Summary: Lucifer comes back to the House of Lamentation to find that he can't access his own office?! There's only one person that would dare to do such thing besides their annoying brothers!

Words: 5.5k (under the cut)

He could sense magic as soon as he entered the House of Lamentation and he tensed momentarily by the door, sharpening his senses and feeling a slight rush of adrenaline coursing through his body, but after a heartbeat he realized that it was a magic that he knew so very well and a warm feeling spread across his chest as he relaxed again... until his heart dropped to his feet- why on Earth was he feeling this magic flooding the House of Lamentation and why did it seem to come right from his bedroom? More specifically, his personal office?

Lucifer whined deep inside his heart. "Rats," he mumbled, fighting the urge to stomp his foot like a human child throwing a tantrum.

The magic only seemed to intensify the closer he was to his office and more profanities slipped from between his lips. This was no good. He knew very well that this was one more of Diavolo's silly games and he almost didn't want to open the door once he was standing in front of it. He didn't know what he was going to find once he turned the knob, and he was a little scared to find out too – he had a lot of work to do that evening and he wasn't sure he'd have the time to deal with one of Diavolo's diversions that would most likely make Lucifer fall behind in his work.

He grabbed the knob and gripped it tightly, causing it to creak and shake under the strength of his grip. Lucifer took a deep breath and counted… one, two, three…, but his hand remained glued to the knob, refusing to turn it around to open the door. One… two… three…, again, nothing.

"One… two… three! Huh?"

This time he had turned the knob or at least had tried to. The knob he was holding so tightly had barely jingled before it suddenly stopped mid-turn. Lucifer blinked, perplexed and profusely confused by the situation, but he tried again, but the door remained closed. Did Diavolo….

"... Locked me out of my office?!"

Unbelievable! What was he trying to do?! This was no behavior for a Crown Prince, was it?! Ah, but he'd see, this was not going to stay that way! Lucifer growled and in his mind he casted a small teleportation spell that, in seconds, had him appearing in front of the beautiful wooden door of Diavolo's personal chambers.

He gripped the knob and with a swift move the door opened wide for him. Lucifer took a step in, and baring his fangs, he said:

“Diavolo, can I know exactly why you decided to lock me out of- oh?"

He didn't notice it instantly, but as he took a step further into the room, a wonderful scent tickled his nose. His nostrils immediately fanned and he took a deep breath, taking it all of that sweet smell and feeling a pleasant shiver run down his spine.

It hadn't been that long since he smelled that scent, but it was a gift to be greeted by it when he was not expecting it. Was this the reason why Diavolo purposely made him go to his room? Oh, Lucifer might be able to forgive him if that was the case.

"What are you guys doing?" He said, suddenly aware that there was, perhaps, a bit too much noise in the room. Was that… laughter?

"Ah, Luci!" Diavolo said, looking up at Lucifer. "I knew you'd be here soon!"

"Luhuhucifeheher! Sahahahave mehehe! Mahahake hihihim stahahahap! I wihihill dihihie!"

Lucifer frowned as he closed the door and slowly made his way to where Diavolo and the source of the laughter were.

There, behind the beautiful white canopy covering Diavolo's massive bed, Lucifer found the Crown Prince sitting at the edge of the bed, grinning mischievously with a playful glint in his eyes as you squirmed and jerked about while Diavolo tickled you mercilessly.

He was barely surprised to see you there. He would often find you huddled in Diavolo's room when Lucifer was, perhaps, a bit too busy to humor you with his company. Your visits to Diavolo, however, would often end with you and the Prince being scolded not only by Lucifer, but also by Barbatos who claimed that 'you were a great distraction to the Master. Thanks to you, he will avoid his work and that will be a problem for everyone'. He would then try to drag you out from Diavolo’s room, but you wouldn’t leave and, above all, Diavolo wouldn't let you go.

In other words, Lucifer was simply unfazed to see you there, instead, he was puzzled, for that delicious aroma was still so very present, filling every corner of the room and, if he was not mistaken, it was even intensifying as seconds went by.

Diavolo's hands buried under your arms had your head thrown back with hysterical howls of laughter, a very cute yet rare sound, Lucifer had to admit. Also, were you ticklish? He remembered Diavolo and himself had playfully and briefly tickled you in the past, just a squeeze or a poke, but it seemed that you were really ticklish, if the cute snorts meant anything at all.

He had already completely forgotten the reason why he had personally gone to Diavolo's room, his mind busy in other things as he moved even closer to Diavolo and his little victim, he then asked cautiously:

"Were you guys having… fun while I was away?"

Diavolo must have noticed the implied reference of 'fun' and, still tickling you to pieces, he looked up at Lucifer and frowned, tilting his head to the side in the most adorable way possible, making Lucifer's heart swell in his chest.

Diavolo hummed, "we weren't," he said solemnly. "We've been doing this… for quite a while now, I'd say," he admitted without a trace of shame as he looked down at your laughing face with a tender smile and sparkly eyes. "Why do you ask- oh, did you know that our cute human was ticklish?”

Lucifer chuckled, shaking his head slightly, “I did not,” he said, grinning at seeing your pink face before returning his attention back to Diavolo. “I was asking because there's a scent in the room that made me think so."

Diavolo frowned again, "what kind of scent- oh."

Probably caught up by the discovery of your ticklishness, Diavolo seemed unaware of the exquisite aroma spreading throughout his room, but now that he did notice, his hands immediately went to a stop and he took a deep, deep breath, his cheeks turning a little pink as he looked down at you one more time, excited wonder in his darkened eyes.

"We haven't… done anything," he said, seeing you catch your breath between a severe case of the giggles.

Lucifer couldn't help but smile tenderly at your adorableness, but shudders running down his spine were making his skin bloom with goosebumps and he so desperately wanted to take you right on the spot, but instead of giving in to his low instincts, he waited patiently until he thought you'd be able to speak properly.

"Mind to explain, beautiful?" Was the first thing he said as soon as your giggling had died down a little.

You looked up at him through teary eyes, "I- I swehear I didn't do ahanything! Diavolo just staharted tickling mehe a-and-"

"Not that." Lucifer shook his head, uncrossing his arm to wave a hand, signaling to the whole room. "I mean this."

You blinked, looking around the room from your spot laying on the bed and Lucifer wanted to laugh. How could you be so clueless of your adorableness? Did you have any idea what you did to Diavolo and himself?

You highly probably didn't.

"Hmm, what?" You asked, a very confused expression in your face. "The… room? I didn't… make it…?"

Lucifer rolled his eyes fondly and Diavolo chuckled, confusing you even more.

"Of course you wouldn't notice," Lucifer mumbled, shaking his head. "I mean that your scent is all over the room. You are aroused."

Your eyes widened and the blush covering your cheeks deepened until it was a vibrant red color. Lucifer fought the urge to chomp at them as if they were the most juicy apples, rather, he let a dangerous smirk curl the corners of his mouth.

"I'm not!"

You were lying. Lucifer knew this smell by heart, he knew it as well as he knew the magic that now flooded his office. Humans would call it pheromones, a strong scent that stimulated all of his senses, arousing him beyond belief. There was no way he could be mistaken, especially not when Diavolo himself had also smelled it and recognized it right away.

It was impossible to not recognize your scent. It was intoxicating. It made Lucifer feel light-headed and his heart would beat like crazy within his chest. A wave of heat would rush through his body, making him shake and tremble as shivers ran down his spine. He often salivated like crazy too, mouth watering for you; fingertips itching to touch you.

Simply put, there was no way in all three realms that he could mistake that wonderful smell and yet there you were, lying to his face as if he didn't know better.

How adorably dumb of you.

“You always expel this scent when you are… excited,” Diavolo explained, making you look at him. “You can’t smell it, of course, but Lucifer and I can and we can't be mistaken, my love. You are, like they say, turned on."

Your eyes were wide and your face red and if Lucifer didn't know you, he'd think that you really were terrified, but he did know you and he clearly saw that glint of excitement twinkling in your eyes.

“Hmm?" Lucifer purred and he grinned devilishly when your eyes jumped back to him. "Could it be that you were having so much fun playing that little game with Diavolo? Do you like being tickled that much?” Your eyes went impossibly wider and Lucifer froze on the spot, his smile dropping. “Wait, do you actually-

“No, I don’t! I just… Dia- Diavolo was t-touching me so I- Ah! No! What are you doing- stop!” You yelled, jerking when Lucifer sneaked his hand into one of the legs of your loose shorts. He had propped one knee onto the bed, leaning and hovering you. “Lucifer, don’t! Ngh!”

“Keep acting like this,” he warned, cupping your sex and pressing on it with the heel of his palm, "and you’ll see what happens to nasty little liars like yourself.” His hand pulled your underwear apart so his gloved finger could slide into your heated cunt, you were dripping wet and a loud moan escaped you when he curled his finger inside you, touching your tender spots.

You grabbed his arm and tried to push him away. “Lucifer, please,” you sobbed, tears of shame and pleasure clinging to your lashes. “Don’t do this. D-Diavolo,” you cried, glancing at Diavolo with pleading eyes. “Tell him to s-stop, please!"

"Don't do this, you say?" Lucifer asked, hovering more on you. "When you're already soaking and leaking?" He chuckled when the blush on your cheeks impossibly deepened and you jerked your hips away from him, shaking your head.

"Did you really like me tickling you that much, my love?" Diavolo suddenly asked. The sweetest gentleness in his voice. Lucifer saw him cupping your face between his hands as you shook your head again. "If you liked it so much, you should've said so!"

"I s-swear I don't! It's just, ngh! Haaa, wait! Wait, Lucifer, I- ah! Ahahaha!"

Surprised, moany laughter filled the room as Lucifer thrusted a single finger into you, teasing the weakest spot inside you and Diavolo's fingers were brought to life and they were pressed into your waist, tickling you all over again. Your hands tried to fight Diavolo's, but also Lucifer's and a cute human like you could only do so much against their inhuman strength, so in the end, you could only grip onto their wrists, trying to push them away.

Lucifer smirked at you. And you said you weren't turned on by the tickling? Now that Lucifer was stimulating your insides and Diavolo was tickling you, that sweet scent intensified, making both demons feel dizzy and just as horny as yourself. You were basically sucking onto his finger and he easily thrusted one more digit into you, curling them nicely to pleasure you.

You tried to close your legs, making Lucifer growl as he settled between them, keeping them open so he could angle his hand to keep touching while your clothes still got in the way. He felt strangely aroused when you squeezed him between your legs and he chuckled, sliding one more finger into you.

"Ngh! Plehehease! O-Oh, plehehease!" You cried, both your hands now moving to push at Diavolo. "Dohohon- ah! D-Dohohon't do this! S-ngh-Stahahap!"

"Why do you want us to stop if you're enjoying yourself so much?" Diavolo asked, genuinely confused, his thumbs digging into that muscle right above your hips, causing Lucifer to shudder, feeling that same spot tingling on himself. "Is Lucifer hurting you?" He teased and Lucifer huffed.

"I assure you I am not," he said, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. "I am doing my best to make her feel good, as always."

He kept hitting that sweet spot within you and he knew that the fabric of his glove was making you feel strangely good, but Lucifer wanted to give you more. He wanted to see your eyes roll back, he wanted to make you see stars, he just wanted more.

"AHAHAHA! W-Wahahait! NGH! Ah, w-wait! O-Oh, w-wahait!"

Poor you. It was as if Diavolo and Lucifer had read each other's minds for Diavolo had moved his hands to your tummy, causing your laughter to increase as well as your squirming. Lucifer, on the other hand, had pressed his thumb against your hardened clit, rubbing deep circles, making you throw your head back with a loud moan, your legs shaking slightly around him.

"I think our cute human will cum soon," Lucifer said, feeling the scent thicken around you all. "What shall we do, Diavolo?"

Diavolo chuckled, stealing a quick kiss to Lucifer's lips before sneaking his hands under your shirt to tickle your bare tummy.

"S-Stop! N-Nohohoho mohohore! No more! I- ah! I'm c-cumming! I'm- aaah!"

Looking at you cumming was something out of this world. Both Lucifer and Diavolo thought they had seen no creature as beautiful as you. The way your features twitched in pleasure, your body tensed and shook with the force of your orgasm, back arched beautifully. The way your hips tried to move away from their touches, and that wonderful unrestrained moan that escaped from your lips – all of you. They simply loved all of you.

And now, they have seen a new side of yours. A little secret that you were probably planning to keep to yourself for the rest of your days, but they had discovered it and Lucifer knew that neither him or Diavolo would forget about it. Especially not when your lips were trembling into a pleasured smile as you went through your high.

Lucifer felt you clenching wonderfully around his fingers and he made sure to walk you through your orgasm with gentle touches against your clit. Diavolo on the other hand, had turned his quick tickles into soft ones, fingertips dragging across your stomach, fluttering against your jumpy lower tummy.

"S-Stohop… A-Ah… N-Noho mohore," you babbled, trying to push their hands away from your hypersensitive body. "I c-cahan't, it… it tihickles…"

"And you love every second of it," Lucifer said, pulling his fingers out of you, making you cry and tremble.

"N-No." You shook your head. "Please, s-stohop," you said breathlessly, your skin still covered in goosebumps.

Lucifer chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "Oh? Are you sure about that? Diavolo, what do you-"

All the words got stuck in his throat when he looked at Diavolo. Lucifer felt a shiver run down his spine when he saw the lust darkening Diavolo's pretty golden eyes as he looked- no, stared at you. Lucifer heard the soft muffled sound of you holding back a whimper. He saw you trying to make yourself tinier under his intense gaze.

"I think,” Diavolo started and both Lucifer and you jumped a little, “that our dear here wants to play some more," he said and you shook your head nearly desperately, but who were you trying to fool?

Not them, obviously. Right?

Lucifer nodded and smirked, lifting his drenched gloved fingers for you to look at them. "Look what you did," he said. "Will you be a good girl and clean them up for me? Open your mouth," he commanded, not waiting for your answer, and your lips trembled before you opened your mouth wide for him.

Lucifer felt his hard-rock cock pulsating when he shoved his fingers into your mouth, making you gag slightly before you started sucking on his fingers, tasting yourself with a lustful glint in your dazed eyes. Your weak, trembling hands wrapped around his wrist and Lucifer smirked, shifting his hips forwards so you could feel his hard cock against your sensitive pussy. You moaned, grinding against him as his one free hand sneaked under your shirt to lightly trace your stomach. You choked around his fingers, letting out muffled giggles.

You looked so devastatingly wrecked, it made Lucifer’s cheeks flush as he grew more and more excited, his teasing thrusts against your clothed arousal grew faster as he was starting to feel it a bit too much and grunts and moans kept escaping from between his lips. His head started to feel light, his breathing became erratic and with just one more grind against you, Lucifer finally came in his pants.

He pressed his fingers against your tongue as he circled his hips. The release was blissful and almost painful after holding in for so long. He hung his head back with a pleased sigh as his body trembled and tingled. He was not one to cum this easily, in fact, the Avatar of Pride felt a little embarrassed as he slowly started to regain his senses. His flushed cheeks felt hotter as he pulled his fingers out your mouth, grinning lightly when you coughed around a moan. He shyly looked over at Diavolo.

His eyes widened and he trembled when he found Diavolo looking at him, face also flushed and fangs bare.

"I'm going crazy," Diavolo growled. "Take her clothes off,” he commanded, making you squeal and squirm.

Lucifer gulped. Things were heating up.

Diavolo grabbed Lucifer’s wrists and guided his wet gloved hand towards his own mouth; Lucifer held his breath when the Crown Prince bit the tip of his middle finger and pulled the glove off with his teeth.

"Do I need to repeat myself, Lucifer?" He purred, an eyebrow raised as he licked Lucifer’s finger.

The Avatar of Pride couldn't help but smirk, his body vibrating. "No, Your Highness," he said, quickly hooking his fingers into the waistline of your shorts and underwear, pulling them down. "I'll do as you say," he mumbled and your shorts and underwear were off in an instant, exposing your drenched warmth.

You shrieked, quickly trying to cover yourself up. "N-No, wait! D-Don't look! I-”

"Arms up."

Your arms immediately raised above your head on their own, making you cry out as you tried to pull them back down. Lucifer saw with a watering mouth how they stayed up, not moving even a millimeter. Your eyes were wide, looking at Diavolo with little tears on them. Diavolo had used his magic to keep your arms pinned and a ting of excited fear settled in your eyes.

What were you feeling exactly, Lucifer wondered. What did those tears mean? The sobs making you shake slightly could make him think that you were hating every second of it, but when you looked at him, he could see flames of lust in your eyes and he had seen those beautiful pleading eyes many times before to perfectly know that you were enjoying yourself more than what you wanted to admit.

Also, that sweet scent kept overflowing the bedroom, he was worried Barbatos might feel attracted to it as well. If you were hating this, would the scent be so damn strong as it was?

"Pl-Please…"

Please what, Lucifer wanted to ask, but then, Diavolo's deep voice was filling his ears and he couldn't think straight anymore.

"You had your fun," Diavolo said, gently placing a hand on Lucifer's shoulder. "Now it's my turn."

Lucifer nodded, obediently moving to the side from between your legs that quickly closed, trying to hide your pulsating and swollen pussy. He couldn't help but lean to capture Diavolo's lips in a fierce kiss. Tongues pushing into each other's mouth, swirling together in a dance that had Lucifer feeling light-headed. A pretty moan escaping him, causing both you and Diavolo to moan too.

The Avatar of Pride smirked against Diavolo's lips before pulling away, gently pushing the Crown Prince to that perfect spot where they could see their human from the best view.

"Di-Diavolo," you said, arching your back. "Pl-Please, I think- eek!"

Another adorable shriek left your lips when Diavolo rested his hands on your knees and suddenly opened them up widely, licking his lips hungrily.

"No, beautiful," Diavolo purred. "I don't want you to think, I actually want your mind to go blank so you can only focus on all the pleasure and tickling you're going to feel."

Lucifer shivered when you moaned, arching your back and thrusting your hips in the air.

"Now, excuse me," he said, his head lowering. “Thank you for the food.”

You gasped, "w-wait, n-no, ah! Aagh, Diavolo! Dia- angh!”

Lucifer saw with great pleasure how your eyes crossed when Diavolo's lips pressed against your heated and wet skin. His tongue licking the length of your slit, pushing into your folds until he found that little spot that had you seeing stars.

"D-Dia- aaaah- Diavolo! Ah, please! Please!"

Lucifer's hands were itching, but he just couldn’t tear his eyes apart from your beautiful face furrowed with pleasure. He couldn’t stop looking at your body, squirming and arching and pushing into Diavolo's mouth as he ate you out. He wanted to hear those delicious moans and those obscene wet sounds Diavolo evoked when his fingers also joined the fun, going further inside you as he sucked on your poor clit.

He wanted to look and hear, but oh, he so desperately wanted to touch you too.

“N-No, Lucifer!” He ignored your cries as he grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it up past your head and up to your immobile wrists. Lucifer grabbed your ribs and he chuckled when you jerked heavily. “I, I don’t w-ant- nnghh, this! Please!”

“When will you stop lying?” Lucifer purred as Diavolo slurped down between your legs, making you cry with pleasure. Lucifer lowered his head to your chest and he looked up at you adoringly. “Are you not ready yet to admit that you’re enjoying this?” He felt your skin covering in goosebumps as he started to place open-mouthed kisses around your breasts, teasing you some more.

He held your body still, pressing his hands on your ribs when you tried to arch more into his mouth. He felt you deliciously shuddering and trembling under their attention and he thought that he just couldn’t get enough of your frustrated cries and moans.

“Maybe we should really stop,” he said suddenly, his lips millimeters apart from your nipple, his warm breath making it go hard. Your gasps and moans grew louder and more frenetic by the second. You were so close tu cum again. “What do you think, Diavolo?”

“Since she’s hating it so much,” Diavolo said, raising his head from your heated folds. “I guess we should stop.”

The amazing frustrated cry that left your lips had both demons smirking and moving uncomfortably, their clothes becoming too tight around their crotches.

“Please, don’t!” You sobbed pitifully, your hips desperately shaking, trying to reach that wonderful relief, but it was useless. “Dia- Diavolo, please!”

“Now you want it?” Diavolo asked, cleaning his mouth with the sleeve of his black shirt. “Didn’t you say you wanted us to stop?”

“N-No, I j-just-!”

Lucifer grabbed your chin and made you look at him. “Would you be a good girl and tell us exactly what you want?” He purred and felt Diavolo’s chin resting on his right shoulder.

“We might be demons, but it is a hassle to read minds, you know?” He grabbed your waist and you jerked when he squeezed you softly. “So? What is it going to be?”

Oh, Lucifer almost felt bad seeing you sobbing like this, he wanted to take you between his arms and clean your tears, however, ‘almost’ was the key word. He was beyond dizzy with your scent overflowing Diavolo’s chambers. You were enjoying every second of this. You liked them teasing you until you cried, you liked them tickling you and eating you out. You liked them treating you like a little toy they could use until they got bored– so would you be good and admit it?

“Please,” you cried, liking your lips. “Please, please, please… tickle me more and keep making me feel good. Please?”

Lucifer felt Diavolo shuddering behind him and in a blink of an eye, he was back with his head between your legs, not before leaving an open-mouthed kiss to the back of Lucifer’s neck, making him bite back a moan.

“Ngh! Y-Yes! Th-That feels s-so good! NghahahAHAHA!”

Lucifer went to work quickly too. His hands latching to your ribs, squeezing them gently but hard enough to make you laugh your head off. His light, nimble fingers rubbed, pinched and vibrated against each bone and in the sensitive spaces in between. Your moany laugh made him shudder as he closed his mouth around your erect nipple. Your body reacted wonderfully to that, arching against his hands and mouth, asking to wreck you more.

“I cahahahan’t!” You laughed, shaking your head when Lucifer’s fingers found a nerve on your lower ribs that had you nearly in hysterics. “Plehehehase hahahave mehehercy! NGH!” You cried, but Lucifer ultimately ignored you as his tongue flicked your nipple.

Lucifer had never met someone who could get horny by tickling. It was a stupid game that he didn’t particularly enjoyed or disliked, but if he could, he would keep himself away from any situation that could possibly have him laughing his head off, so knowing that there was a silly human who liked being tickled to pieces was something new to him, yet it was also absolute adorable and, if he had to be honest, really hot.

Your laughter was simply beautiful and those obscene noises more so; it was a combination he never thought of but that was starting to be one of his favorites.

“PLEHEHEASE! Oh, plehehease, I’m gohohoing to cuhuhum! I’m going t-toho-! AH!”

You barely had time to regain your breath before you dissolved into another orgasm. Lucifer sucked on your nipple and dug his fingers into your highest ribs, so close to your armpits, as he felt you coming one more time. Your body jolted, shivered and trembled with great force, your skin covering in goosebumps.

He lifted his face to look at you, a string of saliva connecting your nipple to his mouth, and he whistled, seeing your face. You were sweating, tears rolling down your cheeks, drool dripping down your chin and even some snot was coming out from your nose. Your face was red, your eyebrows furrowed- you looked so beautifully wrecked, Lucifer could barely take it.

“P-Please,” you babbled, whimpering as Diavolo kept licking your trembling clit. “N-No m-more. It tihickles!”

“You’re gorgeous,” Lucifer mumbled, his nose nuzzling your wet cheek as you came down from your high. “I want you to laugh some more.”

You shook your head, “n-no plehease, I j-just cahame. It’s g-gonna be soho ba- AHAHAHA!”

Lucifer’s fingers were suddenly nestling under your arms, your armpits nicely taut for his fingers to tickle them merciless.

“NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!” You begged, howling in hysterics. Your laughter was the loudest they had ever heard. “Plehehease, Luhuhuci! I’ll reheheally dihihihie! Plehehease nohohot thehehere! I juhuhust cahahame!”

Lucifer chuckled, his fingers wiggling right in the middle of your armpits. “You’ll not die,” he said tenderly. “I won’t let you.”

You could only shake your head as Lucifer tickled you. The Avatar of Pride was vicious in his attack, he wanted to hear that hysterical laugh, he wanted to indulge you in all the tickling you’ve missed for not telling them what you wanted.

“I really can’t take this anymore,” Diavolo suddenly said and Lucifer turned around just to see the Crown Prince unbuttoning his slacks, his cock, red and wet, escaping from his underwear, looking ready to burst. Lucifer’s fingers froze as he stared at Diavolo’s length, he gulped, swallowing thickly. “You don’t mind, right beautiful?”

You gasped for air as you weakly lifted your head to look at Diavolo, your eyes widening when you saw his erect cock. You shook your head. “Di-Diavolo, I ju-just came. Give me o-one moment, I- fuck! Angh!”

He easily entered you. You were plenty wet already, Diavolo slipped easily into you. The Crown Prince gripped your thighs as he moved in and out. Your moans filled their ears and Lucifer didn’t know where to look, but his fingers twitched and he remembered he was tickling your poor, exposed armpits.

“NO! Nohohoho! Nahahat thahahat! Plehehehase! PLEHEHEASE! Luhuhucifeheher!” You threw your head back, laughing and moaning as Lucifer heard Diavolo’s own grunts and moans along with the sound of skin slapping against skin. “H-Hahaharder! Diahahavolo, h-hahaharder!”

Diavolo chuckled, “o-oh?” he said, through gritted teeth. “Harder? Like this?”

You moaned, “Yes! Yehehes, mohohore! Plehehase, mohohore!”

“More what?” Lucifer asked, tilting his head to the side with a playful smirk as he vibrated his fingers against your armpits, making you snort. “More tickles?”

You nodded your head weakly, “YEHEHES, plehehease! AH! Ahahahaa, nnngghh!”

Lucifer was surprised when you jolted and he looked behind him to see Diavolo’s thumbs sinking into your hips, tickling as he fucked you nicely. “You like that, beautiful?”

You nodded again, your voice hoarse. “Yehehehes! I’m gohohoing- annghh! I’m gohohoing to cuhuhum!”

“Me too,” Diavolo mumbled and Lucifer how both his lovers came undone at the same time. Their moans sending shivers down his spine.

“LUHUHUCIHIHIFER PLEHEHEASE!” You shrieked in hysterics. Lucifer hadn’t stopped tickling you and after cumming for the third time, you were far from sensitive, he was amazed you could laugh still. “I’m gohohoing crahahahazy, plehehehease!”

“Are you now? I’m sure you’re loving- whoa!” He was a bit startled when your arms suddenly came down, trapping his hands under them. Diavolo had broken his own spell and now you were free to move and squirm as you laughed your precious head off.

Lucifer chuckled and he finally stopped, pulling his head out from under your arms to let you catch your breath. You collapsed against the bed, breathing heavily and twitching a little. The strong smell slowly faded away and the demons’ arousal slowly died down as well as they looked at you adoringly and they both laid beside you, embracing you between their arms as they whispered sweet things against your ears.

‘Why didn’t you tell us before?’

‘Were you scared we were going to make fun of you?’

‘Was that too much?’

‘Did you enjoy yourself?’

‘What was your favorite part?’

A bunch of questions that mostly had you giggling because their whispers tickled you, but you answered each of them and they were satisfied, knowing that you stubbornly refused to admit that you were enjoying yourself.

“Thank you,” you said softly. “That was amazing… I wouldn’t mind repeating it again some time.”

Lucifer laughed at that and he squeezed your waist, making you giggle. “Like right now?”

“Nohoho! N-Not now,” you said, shaking your head and moving closer to Diavolo who gently covered your naked body with a blanket. “Right now I want to sleep.”

Diavolo beamed, “a nap sounds fantastic right now!”

Lucifer made a face, “we’re all sticky, though, let’s take a bath first.” He hid a smirk when you and Diavolo whined like children as he got up from bed, heading to Diavolo’s bathroom. “Who knows,” he said, shrugging. “Our hands can slip and we could end up doing something else- oh, weren’t you both in bed?”

Suddenly, you and Diavolo were behind him, following him into the bathroom and he chuckled, shaking his head.

In the back of his head he thought about the main reason he had visited Diavolo’s chambers in the first place and he felt guilty thinking about all the paperwork that was awaiting for him at his office. Maybe he can skip the napping and let his darlings rest while he worked and-

“Aha! N-Nohohot mehehe! Not mehehehe!” Diavolo laughed, already half naked with your hands glued to his ribs, tickling him playfully.

Lucifer sighed, smiling softly. Well, that paperwork could wait one more day, couldn’t it?

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me!#lucifer x diavolo x reader #ticklish!reader #ticklish!Diavolo #just a tiny bit lol #tickle fic #spicy #n$fw #mia's things #mia's fics #mia's commissions #ginnycakes

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dantesunbreaker · 2 years ago

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Blackberry Picking with the Papas(Headcanons)

I haven't done many of these kind of posts, but I had this idea while picking berries with my mom and twin. We each have our own way of picking, and I couldn't help but think of how each Papa would act as well!

Primo

Most enthusiastic about going of all the Papas, but it's not exactly just for getting berries

Will point out which berries are okay to pick, tells you which will be more on the sweet or tart side

Insistent that neither of you purposely harm the plant itself

You accidently snap a perfectly healthy branch and "We must show respect and gratitude for the plant and the fruit which it bares. Come, let me show you, my flower."

Does his fair share of the picking, but is far more concerned with trimming and pruning. He wants them to grow big and strong.

You don't pick too many, just the right amount. Primo gently insists that you leave plenty for the surrounding wildlife to enjoy.

He makes refreshing sweet iced tea with your harvest

Secondo

Takes it far more serious than his two younger brothers

Brings all the necessary tools: gloves, baskets, clippers, etc.

Zero clue which berries are good besides the simple "black = good, red/green = bad"

If he is taller than you, he will grab high branches and hold them down so you can pick from them

Good thing you do not decide to pick from Primo's garden, because this man will cut and clear vines to venture deeper into the bushes

Collects far more than is actually needed, but he fills with pride at the sight of your overflowing baskets

Some of the berries are eaten plain as soon as they are rinsed, some are frozen, but the mass majority of them are stored so they can ferment and be made into wine

Terzo

Expect to do 80% of the work yourself

At first he is all eager, decked out in his fancy summer attire

Picks alongside you as you work your way around the perimeter, not yet pushing into the thorny bushes

But once you start pushing in.... well

Why he choose to wear white, you will never understand

Laments as he becomes spotted with purple and red stains, ruining his outfit

Calls it quits for himself the moment he gets snagged by a thorn and tears a hole in his shirt

"Dolcezza, must you really insist on picking your own? I could go buy all the fresh berries you could ever need!"

Sulks and pouts, but he will still hold the basket for you. Standing back at a safe distance of course

But all is forgotten the moment you present him with the fresh baked pastries you make with the berries

Copia

He tries his best! Bless his heart he really does...

But when not on stage, this man lacks grace

Every five minutes you hear a yelp or hiss followed by a string of Italian curses from his direction

Refuses to give up though!

If his amore wants freshly picked berries, well then he is going to make it happen no matter the cost!

Together you pick a modest amount, not too much, not too little

Afterwards you are sure to clean all Copia's nicks and cuts, giving each a get well smooch that has him blushing behind his paints

In the end, most of the berries go to Copia's rats! You make a few desserts for yourself and Copia of course.

But that night you sit at the table for dinner, each rat with their own place setting and small plate of berries

#papa emeritus x reader #papa emeritus ii x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #papa emeritus i x reader #primo x reader #copia x reader #secondo x reader #terzo x reader #ghost fanfiction #headcanons #ghost headcanons #Kinda stupid and random but I love it #Im very much the I will become one with the bush kind of person

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trilobitepunch · 8 months ago

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What are some of your favorite character relationships/dynamics in TMNT, and why? Is there anything that you particularly like seeing explored with them in fan works (art, writing, comics, etc)?

Awww I gotta get my brain into answer-questions-mode...

Le's see....

What I really love is the exploration of family bonds, especially in the last two show iterations for 2012 and 2018. The original 198something one didn't really seem to dip too much into it, from what I remember, anyway, and only in hindsight do I realize they didn't really seem very teenagerish either, or at least that aspect just seemed lost to me. It's been a bajillion years and I know I never watched its entirety. Not even touching the comics realm- no idea what's going on there.

I completely missed 2003, but 2012's version was the first one that made it clear that they were- aside from being mutants trained as ninja in the sewers by a rat father- teenagers who loved each other but also could be annoyed at each other and mad at each other, tease and fight but still remember who they are to each other by the end of things. I'll tell you now, I've never been a big romance-oriented person and I don't think those relationships in that show really added much to anything. Funny at times, amusing, yes, but that seemed to be about it. Friendship bonds can be just as strong and meaningful!

Where 2012 dipped into relations between the brothers, 2018 pushed it further. The lads were mostly on their own due to a negligent father, although this new aspect of Splinter was refreshing and I love the idea of all of them basically trying to find their way around things and this nebulous duty bound to their family. I love that April's become more of a big sister to them and still shares some bond even with Splinter, similar to 2012's for the whole master and student angle. I think her relationship with Donnie is a fun one, her go-to for technical issues, for hanging out and homework checks, but she's not afraid to speak her mind and set the boy right when his brain is working too much.

The layers and directions they take with each character just makes it a fun mix when they throw everything together. I love that they don't even outright hate the villains and some of the villains don't even know why they hate the turtles but hey! We'll fight 'em just cuz! Ahaha, these poor kids. I do have to add that I'm also glad that no one's overly lamented about the fact that they've been mutated in this show except for poor Splinter at first, but all the villains basically kinda vibe with it like 'oh, I guess this is how my life is now /shrug'.

I like Raph's self-instated role as the oldest to be the protector, and how he especially looks after Donnie when things get sweaty. Or tries to, anyway, look- his heart's in the right place, even if half the time he ends up smashing his squishy brother by accident. I like the competition that goes on between Mikey and Leo, whether it's just at who's better or who's right, it's a fun dynamic. Of course I love Leo and Donnie antics too, and even though there aren't too many, the implications that they have dove into many a hair-brained scheme is just too funny. ...just going to go through all of them I guess. I'M SORRY, THIS GOT SO LONG AGH Right, Mikey and Donnie, a classic team-up, I love that they support each other so much, and the chaos they can get up to. Even funnier, I love that they actually succeed most of the time. And then Mikey and Raph's little bro vs oldest bro dynamic, which is in a way the same as Leo and Raph in that they can see eye-to-eye and get along, but when they clash, they clash hard. Classic.

...sorry I'm still not done, one more section...!!

When it comes to fanworks, I just like to see more of what was set up in the shows and the movie, but I also like being pleasantly surprised by wild and creative takes now and then. It's like... the reason I RP a character is to get more story, to see how so-and-so goes through and deals with this situation or another, the friends and enemies they might make in a different setting or opportunity. Fanart has glimpses of such things, fanfics and comics explore them in depth. Y'all are amazing, for the record, just saying.

OKAY SHUTTING UP NOW, here's my term paper *hits submit*

#ask-a-trilo

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beels-burger-babe · 3 years ago

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Guard Rat

*** @mammonsturtle, you know this request was just weird enough for me to love it. It 100% reminds me of Turnip Head from Howl's Moving Castle and I will be running with that vibe. This will be chaotic (a little) and (hopefully) entertaining! Let's do this! -B***

Summary: After helping a rat on their way back to the Hall of Lamentation, MC finds themselves with a new pet. The rat follows MC where ever they go, and they are just enamoured with the little guy, much to the brother's dismay.

You had a very long day.

You couldn't seem to focus during any of your classes for some reason, Mammon was in a mood and was being a little meaner towards you than usual, and to top it all off, he apparently forgot that he was supposed to walk you home since you were know walking through the dark streets of the Devildom on your own.

You grumbled to yourself in annoyance as you kicked an empty can down the damp, city streets.

A frightened squeak caught your attention, causing you to pause.

You glanced down the dark, gloomy alleyway that the squeak came from. You took note of the lack of people around, debating if this was the safest course of action to take, before throwing caution to the wind and creeping towards the noise.

"Hello? Is someone there?"

You jumped as what looked like a ramen noodle cup came scuttling out from behind a dumpster and ran into a wall.

You tilted your head at the oddity and crouched down to get a closer look. The ramen cup had a long pink tail, two furry little legs that were kicking out from the back of it.

"Huh," you pondered out loud as you picked up the cup. "Are you stuck, little guy?"

You moved your uniform sleeve to cover your bare skin before gently grasping the back end of the small creature and carefully pulling.

Pop!

Two unnaturally green eyes blinked up at you from behind a dark, furred snout and twitching whiskers. The creature didn't snarl or snap at you, like most cornered animals would. Instead, he peered up at you with curious and grateful eyes that held such humanity it made your breath catch. You smiled at the rat and carefully set it back down. "There you go. All better now. Don't go getting stuck again."

The rat remained sitting where you set it down and nodded its head, as though it understood what you were saying.

You stared at it for a moment before shrugging. "Wouldn't be the strangest thing I've seen in the Devildom," you waved at the rat as you turned to exit the ally. "Have a nice day, Mr. Rat."

You left without another thought and continued your silent trudge back to your home, feeling slightly lighter than before. You were nearly there when you noticed the faint noise of tiny claws against stone behind you.

With a frown, you glanced back and spotted the same rat from earlier scurrying from a distance. He froze as you noticed him. The two of you stared at one another. You narrowed your eyes, looking around for anything else that could've possibly caught the rats attention, but found nothing.

"Are you following me, Mr. Rat?"

The rat nodded and moved closer to you.

You giggled and crouched down to get a good look at the animal. It didn't look dirty or disease-ridden like most wild rats did. Instead, it was strangely clean and calm, like a domestic pet.

Deciding to take a risk, you reached out and slowly stroked the top of its head with your finger. It leaned into the touch and let out a small, content squeak. You smiled gently scratched behind its ears. "Yeah, there's no way your just a wild rat. Did someone throw you out on the streets, little buddy?"

The rat made a series of distressed squeaks and scuttled closer to you.

You tsked disapprovingly and continued petting the animal. "Poor little guy."

As the rat melted under your touch, you felt your heartache at the thought of leaving him out here. If he really was a domesticated animal and not just a stray, he probably wouldn't last long out here. I mean, look at the state that you had originally found him in!

...

A rat was small enough that Lucifer shouldn't notice if you snuck him into the House of Lamentation, right?

Having made up your mind, you carefully laid out your hand in front of your new friend. "How would you like to come home with me, pal?"

The rat's eyes widened. He made an adorable squeaking noise as he nodded and climbed into your hands. You smiled softly at him and carefully scooped him up against your chest. "Alright, little guy. First things first," you began as you walked back towards the house. "We need to give you a name. I was thinking Ramen. You know, cause I found you in a ramen cup."

The rat snuggled its little head against your chest. You chuckled fondly. "Ramen, it is."

You carefully tucked Ramen into the front of your uniform as you approached the House of Lamentation. "Okay, here's your chance to prove yourself Ramen," you whispered. "You have to be quiet and still until we get to my room. I can't have anyone finding out about you just yet."

Ramen cheeped and burrowed obediently into your uniform. You gently patted him before entering the house.

You didn't immediately spot any of the brothers as you entered the hall and let out a breath of relief. You carefully snuck your way to your room without being spotted.

You carefully set Ramen on your bed before rummaging around your room. After a few minutes of searching, you found a decent-sized cardboard box and an old shirt that you had stolen from Mammon ages ago. "These should do..." You mumbled to yourself as you moved back to your bed. Ramen looked at you in curiosity as you held the items out to him. "What do you think? These good enough?"

Ramen cautiously approached the shirt in your hand and gave it a little sniff. He scrunched up his tiny nose and furiously wiped at it with his hands.

You cackled and threw the shirt aside. "Okay, okay. So you don't like the smell of Mammon's cologne. Noted." You went back to your closet and found an oversized PJ shirt that you never wore. You turned back to the rat. "How about this?"

Ramen took the shirt from your hands instantly began burying himself in it.

You cooed as his tiny little head popped out from the fabric and took a picture with your D.D.D. "This was the best choice I've made since coming down to the Devildom!" You giggled as you scooped up Ramed and the shirt and delicately set him in the box. "That should make a nice little bed for you. You're welcome to walk around my room, but you can't go anywhere else! I don't know how the brothers would react if they found you."

Ramen chittered from within the box burrowed deeper into his new home.

And just like that, you had your own secret little pet!

You had managed to go an entire week without anyone finding out about Ramen.

Sure you spent a little more time in your room, but it was exam season, so no one questioned it.

The boys did find it a little odd that you seemed to be avoiding letting any of them inside your room but, well, you weren't exactly the most normal human, so they brushed it off.

Meanwhile, you were having the time of your life with Ramen! You had taught him to stand on his hind legs and had a number of conversations with your new best friend.

The coolest thing about Ramen, however, was something you didn't even teach him.

One night, you had been studying and were mumbling to yourself about being cold. A few minutes later, you heard a slightly muffled chittering noise come from beside you. When you looked down, two green eyes peered up at you from under a blanket. Ramen squeaked and chittered until you picked up the blanket and wrapped it around yourself. Once you did, the rat nodded and waddled back to his box.

It wasn't just a one-time incident either. Every time you mentioned needing something out loud, Ramen would go off and fetch it for you without you even asking. He was the best pet ever.

You didn't think that this incredibly handy skill of his would ever be a problem.

You were wrong.

You had been studying one weekend, Ramen sitting in your lap as you read through your notes, when your stomach growled. Ramen perked up and looked up at you before climbing off your lap and scurrying away — you were so invested in your notes that you hardly noticed.

It wasn't until you heard an extremely high pitch screech come from the kitchen that realized where exactly Ramen had gone.

"Fuck!" You cursed as you launched yourself out of your desk and sprinted down to the kitchens faster than Mammon when Levi found out he sold one of his figurines.

You drifted the corner and slammed open the kitchen door to see Asmo on a counter, jumping and pointing at Ramen as Satan chased him with a broom.

"Ramen!" You shouted as the rat ran over to you. You quickly picked him up and clutched him to your chest.

Asmo's skin tinted green as he saw you hold the rodent. "MC put it down! You don't know where that thing's been! URGH!"

You frowned in offence on Ramen's behalf. "I'll have you know that Ramen is a distinguished gentleman and keeps himself perfectly clean. Don't you, pal?"

Ramen squeaked and nodded pointedly. You smiled scratched his little head.

Satan slowly lowered the broom as he narrowed his eyes at you. "MC, do not tell me that you took in a street rat as a pet."

You pouted. "He was clearly abandoned! The little guy is too well behaved to have ever been wild. And he's so smart too!"

Ramen looked at Satan smugly from where was currently sitting on your shoulder.

Satan's eyes widened as he noticed the rat's green eyes. "MC, look at that thing. It's not natural. Rat's don't have green eyes like that, and he's got this aura ... I don't like it. You need to put him back."

You giggled and shook your head. "Well, obviously he's not natural. Ramen is special. I think he might be magic. He understands everything I say, you know? He's really nice."

Asmo whined and squirmed from where he stood on the counter. "Can you just please, for the love of Diavolo, put that thing back where it came from?!"

You frowned at them. "I can't just throw him back out there! He'd die!" You snapped your gaze over to Satan. "You take cats in all the time! Ramen is no different. He's going to be staying with me, and if you have a problem with it, you can take it up with Lucifer!" And with that, you turned on your heel and marched straight back to your room, completely oblivious to the victorious smirk that Ramen sent Asmodeus and Satan's way.

You had barely gotten Ramen into his box when you heard a pounding knock on your door.

The door swung open a second later, revealing a tired Lucifer, frantic Mammon, concerned Satan and a disgusted Asmodeus.

"Where's the rat?" Lucifer asked in a flat tone.

You carefully blocked the box in the corner of your room and smiled innocently at the demons. "Hey now! Let's talk about this! Is there really any harm in me having a little pet?"

"A rat ain't a pet, MC!" Mammon snapped as he tried peering around you. "Even Barbatos is scared of those rodents! Ya can't just keep one in the house! It's not clean!"

You groaned as you picked up Ramen's box and distanced yourself from the group. "I already explained, Ramen is perfectly clean! Besides humans keep rats as pets all the time!"

Mammon's face scrunched up in disgust. "Tell me ya didn't name a fuckin' rat after my favourite food?"

You shrugged. "I found him in a ramen cup, so I named him Ramen."

Lucifer sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "You found him- Urgh, why am I even surprised?" He glared down at you. "You cannot keep him here."

You pouted and put down the box. You lifted up the top half of Ramen's body with your hands and held him close to your face. "But look at his little face and tiny hands" "Hello! My name's Ramen and you should let me stay!" You spoke in a falsetto as you lightly bounced to the rat alongside your words.

Lucifer raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "No."

You whined and hugged him close to you, "But he's my best friend!"

"Oi!" Mammon shouted, looking genuinely hurt by your words. "I thought I was your best friend?"

Asmo scoffed as he crossed his arms over his chest. "You're the only one who thought that, Mammon," He furrowed his eyebrows as he peered down at the rat. "Though it's ridiculous to think they would choose a rat over moi."

You softened your face as you pleadingly looked up at Lucifer. "Please. Please let me keep him. You won't even notice he's here."

Lucifer's cold expression cracked a little at the look on your face. He sighed as he shook his head. "I'm sorry MC, but I can't let a wild rat stay here," he winced at the broken whine that you let out. "If it makes you feel better, we can get you another pet," Satan's head whipped around to look at Lucifer, who has denied him a cat for decades in shock and betrayal, "but you have to put him back."

You sniffed, holding Ramen close as you nodded. "C-Can I go alone? I want to say goodbye."

Lucifer closed his eyes for a moment before letting out a heavy breath. "Fine," he turned and began to leave the room. "Just so long as he doesn't come back with you."

Ramen squeaked and squirmed in your arms, trying to get free from your grasp and guiltily took him out of the House of Lamentation and back to the Devildom streets.

You sniffled as you reached the ally way you had found him.

"I'm sorry, Ramen," you whimpered. The rat stopped squirming for a moment as he looked up at you with sad, pleading eyes. You hugged against your chest. "I wish you were human. That way we could've stayed best friends forever!" You kneeled down and carefully set the rat on the ground. "B-Be careful out here, okay? There's all kinds of things out th-there that would eat a k-kind rat like you a-a-and-"

"I thought heard something down here."

Your yelped as you jumped around and saw two large demons blocking off the exit to the ally.

The taller of the two smirked as he leaned against the wall. "Awfully far from home, aren't ya, little human?"

You gulped and took a step back. "I don't want any trouble. I'm having a really bad day, so if you could please let me go-"

The shorter one barked out a laugh as a malicious smile curled onto his face. "Ya hear that, Krimper? The poor pathetic human had a bad day!"

You felt your heart race in your chest as you realized these demons had no intention of leaving you alone. You reached a hand back to grab your D.D.D, only to realize that you had forgotten in your room.

Shit.

Krimper looked down at you in amusement. "That's right, human. You're not-" a small woosh sounded out from behind you, but you knew better than take your eyes away from the predators in front of you. The demons' eyes bulged as they took a step back. "Y-You're n-n-not..."

You froze as a deep growl resonated from behind you. "Leave the human alone," you squeaked as a heavy, tanned hand cemented itself on your shoulder.

"Let's get outta hear!" The smaller demon crowed before the two of them sprinted out of the ally way.

You trembled, remaining as still as possible in the demon's grasp. "Th-Thank you for s-s-saving me. B-But can you please let me go?"

"OH!" To your surprise, the demon's hand came off of you instantly. "Right! Yes! Sorry. I was j-just trying to intimidate them. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable!"

You slowly turned around to see a tanned, seven-foot-tall man with familiar green eyes lightly panicking as he fiddled with his hands.

He ran a hand through his dark curls as he laughed awkwardly. "I-I guess, I should probably explain," he opened his arms to show off his whole figure. "It's just me, MC! It's Ramen! Though, my real name is Bruno. I'm a mid-level demon of greed with the ability to transform into a rat."

You narrowed your eyes at the man, "You're Ramen?"

He nodded and scratched the back of his neck. "Surprise?"

You glanced down at the ground and noticed that, sure enough, Ramen was nowhere to be found. You hummed in thought as you stared at Bruno. "Quick. What did I have for breakfast this morning?"

"A bagel," he answered easily.

You gasped and stepped closer to him. "You are Ramen!"

He smiled widely and gave you an awkward set of jazz hands. "In the flesh!" A glint of amusement flickered in his eyes as he raised an eyebrow at you. "Though, I suppose this means your wish came true. I'm humanoid now, which means," he tilted his head as he peered down at you with an unsure expression, "we can be best friends forever?"

You squealed and rushed over to Bruno giving him a huge hug. "Of course, we can, Bruno! Oh my god! This is incredible!" You bounced excitedly as you looked up at him. "What should we do first?"

He smirked, "Well best friends are always there for one another, and I see how forgetful those brothers can be. So, I was thinking," he stuck his hand out towards you. "Why don't we make a pact?"

There were practically stars in your eyes as you nodded, "That way we'd have matching tattoos! Smart thinking. We can make a secret handshake too!"

Rather than shaking his hand, Bruno looked down, dumbfounded, as you folded up his hand into fists and lightly hit yours on top of it, below it, and then knuckle to knuckle. He was even more surprised when he felt a small burning sensation on his palm as the pact was accepted.

You let out a loud cheer as you fist-bumped your hands in the air. "Alright! Best friends!" You giggled and turned to the shocked Bruno.

While he had already grown fond of you during his time as rat do to your kind heart and generous nature, he now found himself falling head over heels for you. The man could already tell that he would quickly become a fully certified simp.

You gestured for Bruno to follow you, and he quickly scrambled to move by your side, shoulders hunched over so he could look down at you easier. "Where are we going?"

You scoffed and smirked up at him. "Home, obviously. Lucifer said you can't live with us, because you were a rat, and I doubt he'll let you live with us even if you're like this, but he can't keep me from having friends over! Especially if we have a pact together!"

Bruno laughed at your tenacity. It wasn't every day you saw someone who was so fearless against the Morningstar. He could tell that he'd have his work cut out for him as your guard rat.

You swung open the House of Lamentation doors with a wide grin. "I'm home!"

Lucifer and the rest of the brothers were waiting for you at the entrance.

Lucifer sighed as he heard your voice, "MC. I apologize again for you having to get rid of Ramen. I know you were fond of him, but-"

He stopped short as he noticed the tall, smirking demon standing smugly behind you. His eyes narrowed as all the brothers instantly moved into defensive positions. "MC, who the fuck is that?" Lucifer snarled.

You beamed brightly as gestured to your new friend. Their eyes widened as they spotted the new, deep gold pact-mark resting on your right palm. "It's Ramen! He's actually a demon! Isn't this great?!"

Bruno gave the group an awkward two-finger salute, showing off his own pact mark. "Hi."

The brothers' jaws dropped as they took in your words.

"WHAT?!"

***And that was the joyous crack that was this request! Thanks again @mammonsturtle for allowing me to have so much fun with this. It was amazing. Thank you all for the love the support! I hope you enjoyed Ramen/Bruno and the fic! -B***

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devildomsvixenmc · 3 years ago

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷MC Has a Rat Toy༉‧₊˚.

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Belphegor, Diavolo, Barbatos

Type: Headcanons

Genre: Crack

You were just so bored on day that you decided to check out the Amazon of Devildom - Akuzon! Out of curiosity, you ordered a toy rat just to see what Akuzon has got to offer. The package arrives and you decided to play around with it...

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ੈ♡˳Lucifer��.*

let’s say Lucifer’s on cooking duty, with Mammon helping him out in the kitchen

you wanted to test how far the controller can reach the toy rat so you decided that the kitchen is a good place to practice on...

while LUCIFER is there... you know you’re gonna punished, right?

but you still did it anyway because you’re MC :D

obviously Lucifer noticed right away, you noticed that he noticed right away

he scolds you but you didn’t budge, for some reason, he lets you off for now as long as you don’t cause any chaos

but then this idiot dracula-wannabe accidentally stepped on it??? and he slipped??? while trying to grab some seasoning???

oh well, let’s just hope you survive the day

ੈ♡˳Mammon✧.*

okay so Mammon is hanging out in your room while you’re just soo fixated on the rat toy

you were testing the toy out, Mammon doesn’t pay much attention since he’s just scrolling through Devilgram

initially, when he first saw the toy, he was like “wtf MC?? tf you’re doing?”

but then he saw the entertainment potential of the toy (ehem prank his brothers)

but Mammon also shuddered at the thought of Lucifer scolding him so he just lost interest

you wanted to test the durability of the toy rat

and what did you do?

you throw it at Mammon of course!

then a high pitched scream echoed throughout the House of Lamentation

Lucifer got involved anyway T_T

ੈ♡˳Leviathan✧.*

bring the rat toy into this man’s room and he doesn’t really care

he has a MOUSE after all

while Levi is so engrossed in whatever game he’s playing

you decided to test the rat toy :D

this time, you’re actually sane just letting the plastic rat roll along the floor

but then you decided to make his shelf with his beloved figurines a race track

Levi did not notice right away so you decided to make a rat go faster

cue his Ruri-chan figurine falling off the shelf because your toy accidentally hit it

cue the house being flooded with Levi’s tears as well

ੈ♡˳Belphegor✧.*

you really want to test how strong the rat toy is, don’t you?

which is why you decided to go to the attic, knowing Belphie is sleeping?

so here you are, at the attic, sitting beside a sleeping Belphegor with the toy rat and controller in your hands

you gently lay the toy rat on the literal FOREHEAD of Belphie, fortunately it didn’t fall off

you control the tiny rat around with the whirring noise being the only sound you can here

everything’s going fine until the toy rat manages to lodge itself into Belphie’s half-open mouth >.<

finding the scene funny, you take your D.D.D. out preparing to take a pic

a few milliseconds before you hit the button, Belphie decided to jumpscare you!

you ended up with a blurry yet horrifying picture of Belphegor

ੈ♡˳Diavolo✧.*

how did you even manage to enter the castle without Barbatos noticing the toy rat?

oh yeah, you just put it inside your school bag and it seems like fate is on your side, Diavolo decided to invite you over after classes

you accepted because why not? you have some fun stuff you can show to Diavolo afterall

it’s after Barbatos left the room when you decided to whip out your “shall-not-be-named-in-front-of-barbatos” electric plastic brown-grey toy :DD

Diavolo finds it amusing and asks if he can play with it

he had struggled controlling it at the beginning but later got the handle of it

but the two of you forgot that Barbatos will return with the pastries you want

and Barbatos did return... with the rat toy now spinning on top of the table...

both you and Diavolo can only feel the chills down your spines before shit went down

ੈ♡˳Barbatos✧.*

I can literally just copy-paste Diavolo’s part on this one but I’ll make a different scenario

this time, Barbatos decided to help out with the mess in the House of Lamentations

you heard that some of the brothers caused a massive destruction somewhere in the house, naturally Lucifer would involve you in the cleaning as well but you were so tired he just let you have a break for this time

but you were curious what the demons were doing, couldn’t a human satisfy their curiosity for once? of course they can!

so you decided to tape this tiny go-pro you also got from Akuzon a while back on the rat, making it a “spy”

with the go-pro connected to your phone, you’re able to view what the “rat is seeing”

so you make it go to where Barbatos and the brothers are at

they’re actually just cleaning, nothing peculiar here- oh, Oh, OH-

Barbatos is staring directly at you? no, he’s staring at the FUCKING RAT

“WHY DOES SUCH THING EXIST AT THE HOUSE OF LAMENTATIONS?”

lmao you literally just made the damage worst, poor House of Lamentations and Barbatos

#obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me crack

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acewithapaintbrush · 3 years ago

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Okay, first, I need to say the latest chapter of "A Place for Crows" is amazing! Second, how do you think the ROTMNT family would get along with the Madrigals?

Ah thank you so much ❤️🦋

I think they would all be a little bit weirded out by each other, the Madrigals more so of course since the turtles are already used to more mystic stuff than just themselves. But they'd get over it quickly.

Mikey and Donatello would be obsessed with Casita. Mikey of course cause it's fun to play around, slide down the stairs together with Camilo and Mirabel and Antonio and stuff. Donatello cause he wants to know how it all works or rather how he can replicate it with his tech. His smart lair kinda backfired but he never stopped dreaming of trying again and succeeding. Maybe Casita's 'functions' can give him some inspiration.

Also, Donnie would be so dismissive of Mirabel's sheepish explanation of "I don't have a gift"

"Scoff!" he would say. "Who needs gifts if you have a big brain and science! I know tech is not quite a thing here yet but let me show you the beautiful world of physics and Newtons three laws of motion"

The Madrigals are all like "awwwww" while the turtles just go "Oh shit".

The Madrigals find it cute until Mirabel gets a gleam in her eyes and almost breaks Camilo's nose with a trap she invented for when he enters her room without asking.

("Needs some adjusting" Donnie mutters while his big brother chews him out)

(Camilo forgives her very quickly when her next invention, a hot air balloon, fulfills his dream of flying)

For Leo I'm gonna indulge all my headcanons: he is the teams medic and so he would be all over Julieta and her cooking. He can't make magic food but some pointers for delicious chicken soup are very appreciated. But he is still a teenager and hanging around an adult all the time is so not his vibe (no matter how motherly she is and how warm and fuzzy her attention makes him feel inside) so I also imagine him spending lots of time with all the kids but especially Dolores. The gossip that girl can tell him! Hell yeah! And he can Portal the two of them right to the gossip so they can see it first hand, hehe.

Raph is a no brainer. He takes one look at Luisa and sees a kindred spirit. They both drink tea and lament over little siblings and their antics and even more over their own strength and how hard it is to be careful all the time. I think both of them will greatly benefit from each other and from giving each other tips. They will become attached at the hip.

April hears how Isabela changed her appearance and is still looking for her true self and goes full fashion and life style coach on her. April knows a thing or two about trying to be normal and fit in only to realize that the only thing you need to be is yourself. Isa is just fascinated with this confident girl who takes no shit and embraces her own self. She wants that too.

I don't have a real reason for this except that I really want to see Casey and Bruno just sitting a bit outside of the chaos and relaxing with some nice arts and crafts. They are both happy that they are back with family but it can all get a little bit overwhelming at times so it's nice to have someone who understands and has no problem just sitting side by side in silence and enjoy their families laughter and joy until the batteries are refilled and they are ready to rejoin the madness.

Alma doesn't know what to make of this little rat man (who btw fascinates and freaks Bruno out a little) but when they get to finally talking (being the family heads that they are) they realize that they have a lot in common. Splinter knows how it is to be overwhelmed by a legacy that was thrust onto you and that you didn't really want. How you'd rather have your beloved mother/husband back and how you feel that you can't let them down but go about it in all the wrong ways, almost alienating your family in the process instead of holding them close. The crushing weight of it all and how it makes you lose sight of what is important.

Splinter knows a thing or two about that and realizing that gives Alma some peace. They often sit side by side and watch their families, thankful for the second chance they were given.

#rottmnt #encanto #disney encanto #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt crossover #encanto crossover #Wow this got long #And wow this actually all makes sense and could work

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focsle · 3 years ago

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Does the ship kitty in the latest Going to Weather update have a name? Do you have any history on ship cats like that fun lil buddy?

Her name is Scupper!

I tried to dig through my blog since I could’ve sworn I’ve reblogged like…masterposts about some notable ship’s cats but I couldn’t find anything. They existed tho! Here’s the wikipedia of some Famed Ships Cats across the maritime trades. Able seacat Simon is one of my favs. He received medals…

And since I must nod to whaling history, there were a few mentions of ships cats, but not very many that I’ve come across. Not because they didn’t exist, but that they were very much part of the expected landscape and thus not always mentioned. Sailors liked having cats around—they’re good for vermin control which every single whaleship absolutely contended with. In the Feb 9th 1864 issue of the Whaleman’s Shipping List, it ran a piece on why sailors wanted cats on board as well that sounds……..FAKE…..but I don’t feel like fact checking an 1860s article, so consider it a historical perspective in any case:

CATS AT SEA — Considering how much the cat abhors cold water, our readers must often have wondered why sea-faring men are so fond of taking the animal with them on a voyage. This is explained by two circumstances. Marine insurance does not cover damage done to cargo by the depredations of rats; but if the owner of the damaged goods can prove the ship was sent to sea unfurnished with a cat, he can recover damages from the shipmaster. Again, a ship found at sea with no living creature on board is considered a derelict and is forfeited to the Admiralty, the finders, or the Queen. It has often happened that, after a ship has been abandoned, some domestic animal—a dog, a canary-bird, or more frequently a cat, from its hatred to facing the waves—has saved the vessel from being condemned as a derelict

Cats were also considered good luck. In whaling journals I’ve read, the death of a ships’ cat was seen as a bad omen that would either plague the ship with ill luck, or, more specifically, would be responsible for violent storms kicking up (Scupper shall always be unharmed in this comic btw!).

This section of a painting of the whaler Ann Alexander shows some little creatures on board, a dog and a cat. I’m so sad I wasn’t able to find any photos of whalers with cats in the early 20th c. though!

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They were also just good little companions. On the 1856 voyage on the whaleship Addison, whaling wife Mary Lawrence talked about her young daughter, also on board, being gifted a pet kitten from a captain of a French ship.

“Minnie brought home a dozen New Zealand apples, some fancy pictures, and a live kitty, which she has named Coda after her kitten she left at home.”

And of course…most important piece I’ve found about whalers’ cats that I’ve shared a few times before was in one of the final entries for an 1847 journal on the ship Ocmulgee. It was kept by a man named Joseph Dias, that for all his complaints about the work, was a career whaleman. He lamented the difficulty of the life and how it didn’t suit him, concluding with:

“And all that saved me was a cat. If it hadn’t been for her I don’t know how I should have come out.”

#asks #anonymous #awhalin

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musings-from-an-elder-goth · 3 years ago

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Today's Topic is Hot Topic

"The pants command me!" Invader Zim

It turns out that one of the Hot Topics in the Tampa Bay area - at University Mall in Tampa - still has the old gate style entrance. I asked the gal working there why the owner never removed the gate, but she didn't know. She did confirm, however, that it is one of only three out of 675 Hot Topics that still have the gate.

I used to see these gates on Hot Topics all the time, and I am sorry to say, I didn't even notice when they stopped having these gates. But then again, my time of frequenting Hot Topic was back in the '90's. By the mid-aughts, I had stopped visiting the brick & mortar Hot Topics and started ordering everything I bought from them (which, admittedly, was never a lot) online. The last items I purchased from the Hot Topic website was several striped shirts, both long and short sleeved, of a type fairly difficult to find anywhere else, plus they were on sale, so I snapped them up.

As for my reminiscences of Hot Topic back in the 'good-ole-days' of the '90's, they might be a bit underwhelming. I was never a 90's mall rat, so you won't find any vintage pics of me wearing those super baggy pants, but I still went to malls about once a month during the 90's. Much less than the once a week, or more, during the 80's. I first encountered a Hot Topic about 1992 in either Richmond, Va, or Washington, DC. I didn't realize it was a chain, of course, until I encountered the second one. Independent stores similar to Hot Topic were common enough back then that I really only took particular notice of Hot Topic once I realized it was a chain and, clearly, doing quite well. Even back then, it was an expensive place to shop, so I rarely bought anything but would just browse. They used to focus much more on goth items and maintained that emphasis throughout the '90's, but by the early aughts they'd begun to shift to other areas until eventually evolving to the Funko Pop shop they are now.

Not that I have anything against Funko Pops. Folks really seem to like them, although they're not my thing. I'm still able to order gothy stuff via Hot Topic's website when needed, so it doesn't matter to me what they stock in their brick & mortars. They also changed the font at some point - also didn't notice when that happened - but this is how I remember Hot Topic from the '90's:

Another reason I'd usually visit one whenever in the mall, was to socialize with my friends working there. I might be the only person I know who didn't work at a Hot Topic for at least a week or two back in the '90's. I just don't have the customer service skills. But it was always fun visiting with friends and acquaintances and catching up on the latest news from my fairly large social circle. The Hot Topic folks always knew the latest since everyone else also stopped by to socialize, so they were practically town criers. And after inevitably quitting the job, they would lament that they no longer got to hear all the latest, juicy gossip. The last person I knew who worked at Hot Topic - a co-worker of mine at a haunted house - quit working her Hot Topic job in late 2005, and that's when I stopped visiting the stores with any degree of regularity.

I'd also always visit the Spencer Gifts that was, invariably, just a couple stores away from the Hot Topic. While Hot Topic has changed, Spencer's has remained the same - so much so that stepping into one is almost like traveling back in time to the 90's. And with over 600 stores, Spencer's strategy seems to be working as well.

Another somewhat odd thing I discovered, is that the Tampa Bay area has an unusually high number of Hot Topics with 10. Orlando only has 4 and even the vastness that is the Miami metro only has 7. My old stomping ground of Richmond, VA, only has a single Hot Topic remaining. Why does Tampa Bay get 10 while Richmond only gets one? I don't know. And why does one of our ten still have the gate? Also, unknown. And what ever happened to that cool Invader Zim shirt I bought at the Hot Topic in Mall St. Mathew's in Louisville, Ky, back in 2003? Yet another great, cosmic mystery on par with GIR's...well, on par with GIR.

creaturesfromelsewhere 7-3-2022

#hot topic #funko pop #invader zim #hot topic gate #gir #goth #goth style #goth fashion #gothic #darkly inclined #the 90's #spencer gifts #malls in the 90's #musings from an elder goth #creaturesfromelsewhere

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midnightsunnyday · 4 years ago

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Headcanon: when with his father, Diavolo is a lot more stern. The Demon King, on the other hand... (Part Three):

Part One Part Two Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven

*meanwhile at RAD*

The Demon King: listen to them cheer, son. Seeing so many of my subjects celebrating my return warms my heart.

Diavolo: truly a momentous occasion.

The Demon King: Didi, now I know when you're being sarcastic.

Diavolo: do you now? I'm surprised you've noticed anything I've said since we've arrived at RAD *pouts*

The Demon King: please don't pout. I promise I heard every word. You were speaking about the council and this program you made?

Diavolo: well, that's partially what I said. It's actually more complex than--

Lucifer: --well, well, well.

Diavolo: *sighs*

The Demon King: Lucifer? Is that you?

Lucifer: the very same. Pleasure to see you again, your Majesty. And you too-

Diavolo: -don't. You. Dare.

Lucifer: ...

Diavolo: ...

Lucifer: Didi.

Diavolo: *screams internally*

The Demon King: *laughs* I had my concerns at first, but it seems you two have grown quite close in my absence.

Lucifer: you would think so, your Majesty, but now I'm not so sure.

The Demon King: oh?

Lucifer: indeed. it seems Lil' Didi failed to inform me of your awakening.

The Demon King: is this true, son? You usually aren't the type to forget such matters.

Diavolo: well, I--

The Demon King: --shhh...son, look! Are...are those humans?

Diavolo: oh, them. Yes, they are a part of the exchange program I've implemented. You know, the one I've spoken of...for 30 minutes? Now if we can get back to--wait, father! Dammit *rushes off*

Lucifer: oh, I am going to bathe in this.

*MC walking with Solomon*

MC: so then I accidently added way too much 100% pure virgin's blood and needless to say the entire class ended up...*is suddenly prevented from moving*

MC: ...um, Solomon?

Solomon: yes, MC?

MC: there's a demon petting me.

Solomon: that he is.

The Demon King: *strokes MC's head*

MC: ...can I help you?

The Demon King: such an adorable little human. Tell me, what is your name.

MC: ...MC.

The Demon King: MC...would you like to be my pet?

Solomon: oh?

MC: come again now?

Lucifer: excuse me?

Diavolo: *groans* not this again.

Solomon: again? You mean he's done this before?

Diavolo: my father has a habit of bringing home humans. He thinks they're...cute. Kind of like a rabbit or a kitten.

Solomon: *frowns* so why isn't he petting me?

Diavolo: how should I put this delicately? You're more like a naked mole rat. You know it's an animal, yet something about it...just isn't right.

Solomon: well...now you've gone and hurt my feelings.

MC: wait, father? Oooh, so you're "the Demon King" everyone is talking about.

The Demon King: your attitude is incredibly lax...I love it! Then it's settled.

MC: but I didn't agree to--hey, wait!

The Demon King: *picks MC up and throws them over their shoulder*

The Demon King: of course, I'll need to tell Barbatos to human proof the castle, as well as buy you a collar. Oh, and a cute, human-sized bed, preferably in my quarters. That way I can see their precious face every time I open and close my eyes *sighs lovingly*

Solomon: no offense, your Majesty, but doesn't this go against the whole "uniting the three realms" thing if you're abducting humans?

The Demon King: why, you make me sound like an absolute monster! My pets are free to come and go as they please. It's just that most choose to stay and well, let's be honest here *makes a grand gesture towards his castle* why would they ever want to leave?

Solomon: that doesn't sound dubious at all.

Lucifer: be that as it may your Majesty, MC is a guest here. They've been residing at the House of Lamentation and--

The Demon King: --you allowed a normal human to sleep in the same house where not only several of their kind were murdered, is supposedly haunted, but also share space with the literal envoys of sin? One of which is Asmodeus?

MC: well, when he puts it that way...

Lucifer: I can assure you that MC is entirely safe.

The Demon King: nonsense! This one can barely use magic. Hell, I doubt they can even throw a punch.

MC: hey!

The Demon King: now if they lived in my castle, there would be no need to worry about sudden death or sickness. They would spend the rest of their breif yet precious existence in absolute excess and splendor.

MC: "excess and splendor," you say?

Diavolo: please don't encourage him.

Lucifer: your Majesty, while I understand your grievances, MC is my--our responsibility. You have my word that no harm will come to them.

Diavolo: father, please let MC go. The entire courtyard is staring at us.

The Demon King: *sighs and places MC down*

The Demon King: you don't strike me as the type to want to own a pet human, Lucifer.

Lucifer: *smiles* they can be quite the handful, but entertaining none the less. Admittedly, they've grown on me.

MC: just so you know, I'm going to be writing some incredibly harsh words in the "Lucifer, you S*CK!" chatroom tonight.

Lucifer: see? Already they're begging for my attention.

The Demon King: *frowns* well, I suppose I can take the sorcerer, though he isn't nearly as cute. He...he is human, correct?

Solomon: hey!

Lucifer: of course. And unlike MC, Solomon is a nonfactor. You can do to him as you please.

Solomon: you know, I'm starting to have the slight suspicion that you all don't care for me much.

The Demon King: speaking of the House of Lamentation, I would love to visit the others.

Lucifer: why not make it a party?

Diavolo: *facepalms*

The Demon King: that is a wonderful idea!

Lucifer: then I'll set it for tomorrow afternoon. In the meantime, MC will inform both the House as well as Purgetory Hall.

MC: why do I have to--

Lucifer: *whispers* --play along or else you might just end up with a new owner.

MC: *shivers* fine, I'll text everyone the details.

The Demon King: splendid! Then I must go and prepare. And MC *blushes* please let me know if you change your mind. I'm sure I could persuade Lucifer somehow and if not, well, I am a king, after all.

MC: *laughs nervously* I'll...keep that in mind.

Diavolo: fa--, oh forget it.

Lucifer: aw, what's wrong, Didi?

Diavolo: *points his finger accusingly at Lucifer* YOU.

Lucifer: *lolls his head* who me?

Diavolo: don't act coy with me. You're enjoying every little bit of this.

Lucifer: on the contrary, I'm positively over the moon.

Diavolo: is that where you happen to keep your ego?

Lucifer: don't be ridiculous, Didi. My ego is at least the next galaxy over.

MC: um, Lord Diavolo? Your father just walked off with Solomon.

Diavolo: *sighs* I suppose I should go help, as well as prepare for this *winces* party. Once again Lucifer, you've truly been a help.

Lucifer: my pleasure, Diavolo. After all, I'm here to serve.

MC: *watches Diavolo walk away* are you sure teasing him like that is ok? He looks pretty stressed.

Lucifer: *rolls eyes* please. I'm only letting off a bit of steam, albeit a few centuries worth. It's quite cathartic.

MC: and are you sure this party is a good idea?

Lucifer: of course not. In fact, I predict it to be an absolute disaster.

MC: so then why throw one?

Lucifer: *smiles deviously* because it'll amuse me.

MC: *shivers* your sadism knows no bounds.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me luficer #obey me solomon #obey me diavolo #obey me demon king #midnightsunnyday

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firstagent · 3 years ago

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Digimon Ghost Game #49 Review

How much you’re going to get out of this episode depends on one factor: how much you’re into Halloween. If the timing’s right and you’re in the middle of an October filled with horror movies, this one’s all right. If you’re not feeling it or, God help you, you’re not watching this during the spooky season, it’s a total miss.

For starters, the premise relies on the laughable overuse of witch costumes in Halloween settings. It’s a legit trope in anime, but the show plays it straight instead of calling out the absurdity of half the city’s girls choosing the same Halloween costume. They lend themselves to easy pickings for Witchmon, who uses her new coven to summon a big ol’ castle on a cloud. Which we presume is bad because she wants to eliminate all of non-witchy humanity. Hiro and the gang, after seeing two of their friends get converted and others turned to rats, decide to just play it cool, blend in, and tag along while they get a feel for the perpetrator and her plan. At any point after seeing Witchmon they could have jumped in, but nah… let things flesh out a bit first.

KausGammamon’s fight against Witchmon is a little embarrassing. Not for Witchmon’s extra power as that’s chalked up to Spooky Halloween Magic, but in Hiro’s refusal to evolve his partner until things are already too dire. They’re almost begging for a surprise intervention, and of course it’s going to be Pumpmon, storming in to save the day a year after we first saw the lovable scamp trying to bury his knife into the faces of children. It’s an obligatory crowd-pleaser and the episode’s too far gone to lament how little sense it makes.

The rest of the battle is legitimately disappointing as CanoWeissmon shows up at the end only for it to not matter as the clock strikes midnight, Witchmon’s power recedes, and she can’t concede defeat fast enough. It’s another misguided Digimon effort to make friends, and maybe both of them will show up again for a courtesy cameo next Halloween. Witchmon winds it up by referring to Gammamon as a “dark conqueror” but that’s nothing we haven’t heard before and only reinforces information we already had. Let’s not ruin a perfectly average Halloween special pretending it has anything relevant to say.

Initial Grade: C

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#digimon #digimon ghost game #quick reaction

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sailormoonandme · 3 years ago

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Today friends I wish to talk to you about a very serious issue in the Sailor Moon fanfiction community.

As we all know, the most popular type of Sailor Moon fanfiction is, of course... smut. And the most popular smut of all is UsaMamo smut.

But it has become all too apparent that it is too popular!

Many a fic writer have truly heartbreaking tales of their stories hardly getting any kudos, comments, reviews or hits because they were brave enough to write fics about other characters and other subjects.

Well fear not my friends, for the solution is at hand!

All you need to do is write your stories as you want and then include some UsaMamo smut in it somewhere, thus increasing your chances of people reading your hard work. The trick is to make sure you engage in ‘organic integration’.

Here are some cliff note examples to help you:

Ami sat alone in her apartment feeling very sad. She was sad because her parents were divorced and nobody had come to celebrate her birthday that day. Whilst sitting down and feeling sad she coincidentally had a flashback to her past life in the Silver Millennium, during which she had walked in on Princess Serenity and Prince Endymion having a very erotic encounter that went on for two whole pages. After this flashback she continued to be very sad about her birthday...

"I never loved your dead mother Rei.” Rei's began to cry at her father's words right there in the middle of the restaurant. Through her tears she noticed something odd in the reflection of her glass. It was the reflection of Usagi and Mamoru having sex in the cloakroom behind her. She watched them having sex in the reflection of her glass for five and a half pages, before she stopped looking at that and began crying harder about her dead mother.

Mako fell asleep all alone in her bedroom. She began to have another recurring nightmare about the plane crash that killed her parents. As she paniced in the dream, feeling the sensation of the airplane beginning to fall she noticed in the next aisle over that Sailor Moon and Tuxedo Mask were 69ing. Even though this was just a dream and she was just watching this somehow she was able to detail their exact thoughts and feelings for seven pages before the plane crashed and she saw her parents die horrifically.

During the days before Minako met Artemis and became Sailor V, she was walking down the street with her best friend Hina when for some reason she imagined a blonde bun-headed Queen and a dark haired King making sweet monkey love in a crystal palace. Then she continued walking down the street.

"Leonardo, Donatello, Raphael and Michelangelo were in the middle of planning how to defeat the Shredder’s Foot Clan when their master, the mutated rat Splinter, tripped over the writhing naked bodies of Sailor Cosmos and Moonlight Knight. Splinter righted himself and finished bringing the tea to the table.

Of course, you could also take the opposite approach and integrate your non-UsaMamo smut into what at first might appear to be UsaMamo smut:

Princess Serenity, Prince Endymion, Usagi, Mamoru, Sailor Moon, Tuxedo Mask, Moonlight Knight, Neo-Queen Serenity, King Endymion and Sailor Cosmos were in the middle of a time travel fuelled orgy, whilst to their immediate left the Outer Senshi lamented the necessity of sacrificing innocent lives for the greater good.

Now you can of course attempt to be more subtle than that, but it does run the risk of going over the readers’ heads.

Nevertheless, this is a handy dandy way to get your stories more attention!

So remember folks, when in doubt, just add UsaMamo smut!

April Fools!

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golvio · 2 years ago

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I’ve got a hard time articulating why at the moment because I’m in the throes of a fresh musical infatuation, but this song beautifully encapsulates the relationship between Ganondorf and each of his horrible little rat men he collects throughout the games.

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Macbeth is ambitious and hungers for power. But can he be ruthless? The path to power is treacherous. It scorns the fainthearted. I will light a fire in your cold heart. It will give you the courage to carry through your daring plan. The sisters promised you the throne. Why hesitate? Accept your good fortune and rule!

The part where Lady Macbeth starts yelling and slapping the ground as if to wake up the demons of hell to assist her husband in assassinating Duncan was pretty fantastic, too. This rapid cycling of emotions as she at once exults over the possibility of being queen, but at the same time steeling herself for the bloody deed she and her husband will have to perform to get there.

I’ve got this big playlist for this dude that includes multiple big, bombastic arias from incredibly famous soprano/alto opera roles. Stuff like the one-two punch of the Queen of the Night’s one-two punch of “O Zittre Nicht” and “Der Holle Rach,” or Tosca’s “Vissi D’arte.” (Somewhat ironically, of course. This man has hurt plenty of other living souls. It’s more like the sense of lamenting your fate, of feeling like a cosmic plaything being kicked around by the whims of the heavens.) No offense to the fellas, but it’s rare that I hear a tenor or bass truly capture the emotional energy I’m looking for when picking music for this guy. The only fellow who’s made the cut so far is Samuel Ramey in Boito’s Mephistopheles.

What I’m looking for is this huge, powerful, unstoppable monster truck juggernaut of a voice that barrels through obstacles and lays waste to all that oppose it, but at the same time possesses enough emotional control and technical skill to give it laserlike focus, delivering an absolutely electrifying performance. This isn’t yet another diva singing an aria by rote, this is the character, blasting the audience with the sheer intensity of emotion they’re experiencing up there on stage. They cast a spell upon the crowd. You’re transfixed. You can’t stop listening or bring yourself to look away. Even coughing or shifting in your seat feels like an unforgivable offense.

#video #loz thoughts #ganondorf

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rayshippouuchiha · 5 years ago

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Nezu finding a younger Izuku and helping him hone his analysis skill (and build some confidence and ultimately creating a terrifying child who can analyze anyone in seconds and take them down just as fast with a smile) and then enlisting him to actually teach classes on the subject

just imagine Aizawa having to interact with this terrifying nightmare child who can read him better than a book

~Ah hell here we go again~ Read More Below!

Nezu doesn’t often leave UA’s grounds these days and even more rarely does he venture out unaccompanied in some way. He has made it a habit of sorts to stay on the campus as much as possible ever since he solidified his hold on the school almost a decade ago.

It’s a move that is he admits, even if only to himself, fueled by equal parts pragmatism and paranoia.

After all UA has most of everything he needs within it already including a set of private apartments scaled just perfectly to his size and tastes despite what impression the large, human suited desk in his public office tends to give any visitors to his domain. Why should he worry about venturing out into the city when anything the campus might not be able to provide for him can easily be procured by his minions dear employees or through delivery via secured drone?

And the fewer trips he makes off campus means the fewer opportunities there are for those who are still displeased with something someone such as himself holding such a position of power over such a prestigious hero school to take action. He, of course, has all faith in his ability to protect himself from whatever ham-fisted assassin might come his way but Nezu is, above almost all else, pragmatic.

The fewer bodies left in his wake the smoother his daily life tends to run.

It had, after all, been such a pain to get the records from his time at the tender mercies of his human captors completely sealed and the quietly buried.

The humans involved in the case had finally agreed though and in the years since they did so like to tout how the illustrious UA Principle had been “rescued” from the laboratories.

Few remained who remembered what the heroes who’d raided that hellish place had actually found when they’d arrived.

Those unlucky few who did remember had long since been silenced by hook or by crook. That had been one of the first things Nezu had done when he’d finally managed to accumulated enough power that his subtle threats and sharp toothed promises had finally come to hold real meaning on more than one level.

When he’d finally managed to bite and claw himself into a position of power that showed him as the threat he always had been for those who might dare cross him.

That had been the very first secret he’d ensured would be kept as it was one that posed the biggest threat to his reputations in a number of circles.

Nezu’s intellect wasn’t his only weapon after all, only his most dangerous. Though his teeth and claws could work in a pinch if the situation called for it. And when they’d tried to take his eye it had certainly called for it.

A self professed level of resentment and sadism could be excused by most of humanity for someone of Nezu’s circumstances.

But a body count? Well. That’s when humans tended to get ... tetchy.

So while Nezu does, of course, have a residence of his own off campus for paperwork purposes and as a secondary fall back location, UA’s campus has been his unofficial residence for some number of years now. And it will be his official one as well as soon as he manages to finally get the dorm system he’s been aching to implement passed through.

They will have to pry that school, his school, and what he’s attempting to build there from his cold, dead paws and whatever other insurance policies he manages to put into action between now and his inevitable death. Which will, of course, be some time in the far far future if he has anything to say or do about it. And he will.

All of that aside there are times when leaving the campus is unavoidable, this being one of them. An unfortunate scheduling conflict and a private meeting that absolutely had to be conducted in person had left him where he is now, strolling down the sidewalks of Musutafu and quietly lamenting how very oversized so many things were.

It truly was a pity that more accommodations had not been made for those whose quirks and circumstances of birth left them on the smaller side instead of on the larger scale. But progress could be rather unfortunately slow and so it was just one more issue Nezu hoped to begin subtly influencing in the coming years.

He’s just turning a corner, intent on visiting a nearby cafe with an excellent tea selection before he returns to UA (one must have their indulgences and a good brew and a finely crafted cigarette have long been amongst Nezu’s chosen pleasures), when he hears it.

“Get back here and get what you deserve, Deku,” a voice, rough and young but edged with a viciousness that makes the backs of Nezu’s teeth itch, practically howls.

Nezu, attention instantly captured, pauses just long enough to avoid being mowed down by the child who comes tearing around the corner.

For a split second their eyes meet, a blazing green gaze Nezu can’t help but admire just a bit locking with his own, as the boy sees him and swerves to avoid running into Nezu in his obviously frantic escape.

Nezu hops backwards a half step just as the boy loses his footing and crashing painfully to the side walk beside him.

“A-Are you o-okay?” the boy half stutters, half pants as he looks up at him, eyes wide and seemingly uncaring of the blood Nezu can already smell on his scraped palms and likely ripped kneecaps.

“Are you?” Nezu asks back evenly, eyes tracking over the boy and instantly compiling details and facts as he takes in the tattered school uniform, the pale face, the singed backpack and the bruises he can see just peeking out from beneath unseasonal long sleeves.

Everything about the boy screams battered to Nezu’s sense.

And then he looks down at his feet and sees his shoes.

His distinctive red shoes at that, vibrant in color and thick soled, subtly different in make and construction than most ordinary shoes seen these days, much like the footwear Nezu himself wears even now.

Which means that this boy either has a quirk that affects his feet or ...

“Thought you were going to get away didn’t you, you Quirkless fuck?” A small group of boys rounds the corner then, ignoring Nezu entirely and focusing on the boy who abruptly goes even paler somehow. “Just cause sensei couldn’t prove you cheated doesn’t mean we’re gonna let you get away with it.”

Ah, Nezu thinks even as he presses the urge to snarl down and away, option two then.

The green boy, because Nezu will not be calling him Deku even in his own mind, scrambled up onto his feet then. But, surprisingly enough, he doesn’t turn to run.

Instead he edges forward just a bit, sliding a shoulder and a foot forward until he’s standing almost protectively in front of Nezu himself.

“K-Kacchan,” the green one stutters, “I-I didn’t cheat I s-swear! I wouldn’t d-do that.”

“Tsk,” the blond leader, Kacchan, tisks then, a snarl thick and heavy on his young face. At his sides his hands flex in a move Nezu knows must be related to his quirk. “Bullshit. No way you’d get top of the class in anything without cheating, you worm.”

Nezu has known this child for roughly 6 seconds and he finds that he does not care for him at all. But then he’s never been overly fond of most of humanity either so perhaps that’s to be expected.

“H-Heroes don’t cheat,” Green insists, the naïve if well meant words sounding like a declaration. “If I’m g-going to be a hero then I c-can’t either.”

That explanation only seems to enrage Kacchan even further if the way his hands begin to pop and crackle is anything to go by.

This, Nezu knows as the scent of burnt caramel begins to fill the air around them, is going to escalate quickly.

“Public quirk usage is ~illegal~,” Nezu singsongs as he steps around the green boy and plants himself firmly in front of him instead, abruptly drawing the blond boy and his followers attention toward him. One paw slips into his vest pocket to remove the specially designed cell phone he’s never without. “I would hate to be forced to report this to the proper authorities.”

Never mind that, technically, he is the proper authorities.

The blond glares at him for a long moment before he huffs.

“This isn’t over Deku,” he snarls. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

It’s an obvious threat but the boy turns on his heel, shoves his way through his friends, and stalks off back around the corner in the direction he came.

So Nezu lets it go. For now.

“Now that that has been handled for the moment, young man,” Nezu turns towards the green boy beside him with all of the showmanship that’s come to define his patented introduction, “let me introduce myself! Am I a dog, a rat, or a bear? Either way I am Nezu th-”

“Y-You’re the Intel Hero Nezu,” the green boy says brightly, cutting Nezu’s introduction off even as he rubs raw and bloody palms against his black slacks and starts to dig through his backpack, “You solved the H-Hanamura kidnapping and the Inugami murders! You’re one of my favorite heroes!”

Nezu can’t help the way he stalls out just a bit at that because ... well he’s never been anyone’s favorite anything. Their nightmare yes but not their favorite. Especially not a child. Children around this age normally tend to have more simplistic reactions to him. And most of them don’t know about the string of rather gruesome ritualistic homicides he’d solved or the high profile kidnapping cases he consults on in his down time.

“C-Can you please sign my notebook?” the boy says then, head bowed low and a notebook and pen held out in Nezu’s direction.

Nezu admits to being slightly intrigued when he sees the way the cover is labeled Hero Analysis For The Future Vol 8.

That intrigue only grows when he opens it and his attention is immediately captured by the rather impressively done sketch of Pro Hero Starstreak that he finds there.

Unable to help himself Nezu reads over the page quickly and then keeps going.

Well now, Nezu can’t help but think just a bit gleefully as he sees the absolutely unbelieve level of analysis this young, quirkless boy has compiled, isn’t this interesting.

#BnHA #Anonymous #RayRambles #The Principal's Unexpected Protege AU

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