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headcanon where when mammon is too shy to admit his feelings, he's loud, boisterous, and an overwhelming flurry of energy. he'll wake you up in the morning with nothing less than pots and pans. mammon announces his presence every chance he gets, never leaving a moment of silence when he finds you lounging around the house of lamentation.

but then the further you break down his walls, the more you realise that mammon's love is... quiet. he no longer whoops and hollers to get your attention. instead, he opts for taking your hand in his, playing with your fingers and tracing the lines on your palms. mammon becomes more subdued than he was initially, but for the sole reason that he finally realises that you accept all sides of him. even the one that you didn't get to know until later on.

so mammon continues to love quietly, with his head on your shoulder and his arms wrapped around you tight. and although it feels a bit strange to not be talking to fill the silence, mammon wouldn't trade the sound of your synced heartbeats for the world.

a/n: i didn't have time to write (⇀‸↼‶) so take this disaster instead.

reblogs are really appreciated (´ω｀) ♡

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SXCUSE ME

Obey Me X Ghibli but everyone is Howl because I said so

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a moment of respite.

the brothers have nightmares, but you're there.

all brothers × gen!reader (separate. you/your).

belphegor;

sloth slips into your room without a sound, footsteps muffled against the floor as he climbs onto your bed. with more hesitance than usual, belphie places a hand on your shoulder, timidly shaking you until you blink your eyes open. he stares at you awkwardly, hints of shame and fear flitting across his expression, but as you hook your arm around his neck, belphie melts into your hold. sometimes, the one who is in charge of dreams needs someone else to take control.

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beelzebub;

not yet asleep, you hear shuffling and what sounds like sniffling coming from the kitchen. you can't deny the curiosity or the concern that bubbles up inside you, so you make your way over to find none other than beel. he rummages through the fridge half-heartedly, eyes lined with red and stifling the occasional sob. you step into the kitchen as you knock on the doorway to announce your presence. you walk up to him carefully, and as soon as you're in reach, beel grabs you and pulls you close, relieved that there is something other than food to bring him comfort.

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asmodeus;

the fifth born knocks on your door with the usual energy, but when you come face to face with him, you see the light in his eyes has been snuffed out. you invite him inside, guiding him to sit on your bed before flicking your lights off. only when asmo is confident that you can't see him do the tears begin to fall. you feel around in the dark for him, wrapping your arms tight around his waist as he clutches at your clothing. and even now, at his lowest, asmo now knows that you accept him today, and will accept him tomorrow, tears and all.

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satan;

the doorknob to your room turns with alarming speed, but as it quickly as it does, it returns to its original position, and you hear a soft rapping of knuckles instead of the click of a door. you call them to come in, and when satan finally reveals himself to you, you can't help but clamber off the bed to move towards him. there is anger, sorrow, confusion, and helplessness clouding his gaze, all brought together by the tears that slip down his cheeks. gently, you take his face into your hands, thumbs swiping away at the tears as he shows you that he is much more than just wrath.

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levi;

your phone wakes you up with a series of notifications, all coming from one place. you rush over to levi's room, reciting the password as quick as you can before pushing the door open. to your dismay, you find levi trembling in the tub he uses for a bed, his hands white knuckled as he curls in tightly around himself. your heart twists when he calls out your name, his voice smaller than usual. you pad over to the side of the tub, prying his hands away from himself to take them into yours, running your fingers over his as you remind him that you'll always be here.

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mammon;

the door is slammed open with a bang, your heart nearly jumping out of your chest when suddenly there is a pair of arms nearly choking you in their embrace. the light that floods into your room from the hallway reveals the head of white hair that is now pressed into your shoulder, and you realise quickly that your shirt is becoming damp. you take a second to ground yourself before bringing your own arms up to envelop mammon, one of your hands playing with his hair as you pull him down to lie next to you. mammon doesn't say anything, but you know he'll be okay as long as you don't let him go.

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lucifer;

lucifer doesn't bother to knock, and simply opens your door to find you sitting at your desk. when you see the fear that fills his gaze, you quickly shuffle over, coming to a stop in front of him. your own fear is mirrored in his eyes as you raise your hand to cup his face, the other slowly trailing down his side until it lands on his waist. at your touch, lucfier unravels, a quiet sob breaking free from his chest as lowers his head. you meet him in the middle, pulling him to rest his head on your shoulder. his heart, marred by everything that haunts him, finally feels clear as it beats in tandem with yours.

a/n: idk man i can't sleep

reblogs are really appreciated (´ω｀) ♡

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aaaaaaaAAAAHHHHH

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OH MY GOD FROM THE FREE TEN PULL HOLY SHIT

GUYS I GOT MY ACC BACK OMG IM ON MY KNEESSSSSS THANK THE LORDDDDD

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GUYS I GOT MY ACC BACK OMG IM ON MY KNEESSSSSS THANK THE LORDDDDD

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when time collides — Solomon x reader

⊹ word count: 0.4k ⊹ content: sfw, angst, hurt/comfort, established relationship between Solomon and reader, reader/MC is referred to as you/your. ⊹ warnings: mention of death (Solomon's parents and family), crying. ⊹ a/n: My baby just needs a hug omfg. An imagine of the story behind my favourite Solomon card animation (< click for the gif).

For Solomon, carnations are a painful reminder of the passage of time—everything he found, everything he learned, everything he created. But perhaps, most significantly, they remind him of everything he lost.

They grew in unhindered fields in the springs and summers. Like strokes of a shaky brush, petals painted over the hills, forests, and plains. Smatterings of crimson and blush and ivory created a natural masterpiece, whispering the stories of the people who called this land their home.

They still do, evidently. It’s been millennia since he returned here, yet the wind carries petal songs the same way they had when he was young. But now he gets to watch them twirl around you—the song snagging on your hair—and he doesn’t ever remember the petals being this beautiful.

Though, once they came close.

It was just after his father passed, sometime in early spring. The carnations had started to unfurl, still crinkly like the pages of a loved and withered book. He walked with his mother in a field somewhere far from their home, hand in hand through the blooms. And just like now, the petals danced around her, tickled their conjoined hands, and whispered their melodies to the breeze. Solomon was now king, but at a cost he never wanted to pay.

“I’m here,” his mother said, the petals winding through her hair and across her cheeks. “Let the wind carry your sadness for you.”

And Solomon cried in the safety of her arms, letting himself be at peace with his father’s passing.

He never had the chance to grieve his mother.

So now he stands at her grave, placing white carnations on the ancient stone that marks her place in the earth—and for the first time in a long time, the tears well in his eyes. He’s not sure he even remembers what it feels like to cry.

“Sol,” you call, your hand coming to rest on his shoulder. “I’m here.”

Just like he did all those years ago, he cries, turning to allow you to wrap him in the safety of your arms. The songs of the land—of his mother, his father, the family he’s almost forgotten—sing in the breeze as you sink with him to the ground, your hold never wavering. He hears your song—the story of teacher and apprentice, of lovers eternal—join in the breeze.

Carnations remind him of the pieces of his humanity he’s lost to the time that’s warped him.

But it’s you that reminds him to live.

©stellariah 2024 | do not copy, repost, translate, or feed my work to AI

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ough the safety of finding someone else who lives in another's shadow. SO GOOD.

just like lilith

Got inspo after that satan angst hc, here’s the link in case you haven’t seen it. also drew inspo from willow and lavender haze by taylor swift, my favorite normie artist LOL

hurt/comfort, happy ending :)

Loud crashes and bangs, followed by enraged, maddening screams echoed through the House of Lamentation late at night, a tell tale sign Satan was mad about something again. His brothers didn’t dare check on him and everyone who walked by kept as silent as possible. He really tried his best to not do that anymore, he really did. But some things just couldn’t be helped.

He toppled another bookshelf with both hands and knocked over another with the accidental lash of his tail, making him even more upset. Pages fluttered as the shelf hit the ground. He grabbed one book in particular that had been a gift from Lucifer and ripped it apart by the spines, throwing the halves to separate sides of the room. He hated Lucifer.

Stupid Lucifer.

Stupid Mammon.

Stupid Levi.

Stupid Asmo.

Stupid Beel.

Stupid Belphie.

Stupid Celestial Realm.

Stupid angels.

Stupid Devildom.

Stupid Lilith.

He didn't mean that... did he?

Diavolo, why did everything have to be so complicated? The name Diavolo alone sent him into another rage induced fit. He tore off part of his bed frame and threw it as hard as he could at the only mirror in the room. Despite it being enchantment, it shattered into hundreds of pieces. Part of the enchantment held up, as it stayed in its frame despite being in so many pieces. He snatched it off the wall and began hitting against any surface he could get his hands on. He tried his hardest to do any more damage to it, but it stayed intact.

As he tried clawing the mirror, he noticed himself again. Messy blond hair stood on it's ends. Obsidian horns curling out of sight. A ruddy face. Deep jade eyes, bloodshot and red in the whites. Tears actively fell from his eyes, streaking their way down his face.

When had he started crying? He saw hundreds of himself, each and every one coming to the same realization. He swiped his tears away. All of his mirror-selves followed suit. For once, he was unsure how to feel. He looked himself in the eyes, horrified yet transfigured to the spot by the sight of his own face.

He found his thoughts drifting and his rage slowly took the backseat. Was Lilith's hair as wispy has his? Did she have those little flyaways and that cowlick that refused to behave no matter what he did to it? Did she really have the same straw-yellow blond? Asmo always told him his eyes were breathtaking. Did he tell her that too? Were Lilith's the same? Did they reflect everything she felt? Were they really the same green, the green that could be both jade and emerald at the same time? With the same hints of yellow at the bottom the were reminiscent of the sun on the horizon before dawn or dusk? Was she also fond of beautiful things? He was sure if she was the rising sun, he was the setting sun.

Usually his fits were about Lucifer, and how he felt he could never escape his shadow. In the end, they were the same. Not this time though. This time, it wasn't even really his fault. If it wasn't his fault, who's fault was it then? Could he really blame his brothers for seeing their lost sister in him? They probably missed her so much it hurt. If she had survived, would they even want to see her like he was? He knew she would have taken his place as the Avatar of Wrath. If he and Lucifer were two sides of the same coin, what does that make Lilith to him? Were they the same face, or did were they too two sides of the same coin? What did that make Lucifer to Lilith once he was added to the equation? Did Lucifer subconsciously wish to have Lilith back? Is that why he was the way he was? Would he even be here if Lilith had lived? Would his brothers prefer that?

The thoughts were dizzying. It overwhelmed him. He threw the mirror as hard as he could across the room. It finally shattered. The tiny shards showered across the ruins of his room like snow onto a battlefield. He let his tears fall freely, and sank his knees in the small patch of moonlight coming in through his window. He let out an agonizing cry, one that everyone in the house could feel the pain deep from within. For once, his brothers felt bad. They would never understand. It felt good to get a little of that feeling off his chest. He wallowed in the silence after his shriek, until he heard a soft knock on his door. This caused him to snap to attention and growl at whoever was on the other side.

"Satan?" He heard an echo of the voice he knew so well. Their tone was gentle in a sorrowful way. No longer was it warm. This was waterlogged, droopy, like a small flower under heavy rain. "Can I come in?"

"Mc? Yes, come in." The door cracked. For a moment, he thought his brothers would be behind them, and that it was all a trap. But he was wrong. They were alone, still dressed in the fancy outfit from the dinner they had gone to as a family earlier that night. Their eyes were just as red as his own. They stepped into the small gap and shut it behind them. As they got closer, he noticed silent tears falling from their eyes. He got up and met them at the door, pulling them close to his chest. They began shaking, wracked with sobs. He quickly forgot about his own spiral that had taken place just minutes before. While he was raging, Mc had been out there somewhere, upset. He began to feel more awful about what he had done.

"What's the matter?" He ushered them over to his bed, one of the few mostly undamaged things. Part of his bed frame had been used to shatter the mirror, and at some point he had shredded a few pillows. They sat among this fluff, holding each other, Mc in his lap. It was silent for a while before Mc was calm enough to answer.

"I'm so sick of your brothers." They looked up at him with tearful eyes. He gazed back at them, knowing he probably looked exactly the same. "It's just... I love them. I really do. But I am so tired of trying to be my own person. I am not Lilith." Her name cut him like a knife. But as Mc placed their hand on his chest and leaned in, he could fell the cut heal. A small void within himself began to fill.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" He wiped away their tears that had been steadily falling, like he had his own.

"You must be tired of hearing that name." They couldn't even bring themself to look up at him anymore. He felt guilt seep in. He had never even considered that. They had been hiding everything from him to keep him safe. He cuddled them closer, hoping to shield them from all the pain. "Lilith must have been so sweet, but I am not her. You are not her. We are not her. I've seen the way your brothers look at us when we're together. It's like they don't even see us. It's only Lilith to them. Part of me wishes we never found out. Maybe things would be the way they were before. I wouldn't even be here if everything hadn't happened the way it did, and maybe you wouldn't either. But they just don't seem to care about that and it's sickening how obsessed they are over the idea that we are what they lost."

"What happened after I left?" He had an idea of how this had all started. He had stormed off to his own room after they got home from dinner upon discovering his brothers wanted to retake a particular photo they had taken with Lilith but with him and Mc where Lilith was. That was the whole reason behind the dinner, and he and Mc were the only ones left in the dark.

"I wanted to go after you, but Lucifer wouldn't let me. I didn't know what had started the argument in the first place, so I wanted to get to the root of it. Everyone seemed uncomfortable. I get it now. They were feeling guilty about what they had decided to do. They filled me in on everything after I screamed enough. I said some things that would have made you proud." He could feel them smile weakly against his neck. "I told them I hoped they were sorry for what they had done. I honestly didn't mean to be so harsh with my words, but I think it was the wake up call that they needed."

"What did you say?" He stroked their hair, laying his head on top of theirs.

"I told them Lilith was dead and that she wasn't coming back. Lucifer slapped me and the force sent me pretty far. The others tried to act like they were concerned, but it was just as much their fault as it was his. I refused to let them touch me. And then I came here." After hearing that, he pulled them off his chest to look at their face. Tears were still bubbling over both of their faces. The room was dark, but he could see the bright red outline of Lucifer's hand on their face.

"Don't do that ever again. Not on my behalf. What if you got seriously hurt? What would I do without you?" It was silent for a moment. He wasn't sure if he wanted to know the answer to his questions or not. "Where does it hurt? Let me make it better."

"It hurts here. And here." He watched as their hand ghosted over their face, and to their side, their back and their leg. He could feel fresh tears rolling down his cheeks. Holding them close, he muttered a spell that would take away the pain. Feeling them relax in his arms soothed him a little.

"I'm never going to let Lucifer near you again. I'm... scared. What happens if he gets his hands on you?" He wasn't used to admitting how he was feeling, but the moment felt raw enough to admit it. He took in a shaky breath and hugged Mc tightly like they might disappear.

"I want you to know that you're beautiful. Satan, the Avatar of Wrath. You're you, and nobody else. The man who established so many animals shelters across the Devildom. The man who got me through exam week time and time again. The man who took me in whenever I felt upset just to get away from it all. You are your own person, and I love you for that. I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you." Mc burrowed their head into his chest to place a kiss over his heart. At some point during their conversation, he had shifted from his demon form to his regular appearance.

"I could say the same about you. You're also your own person. You've been there for me more times than I could count. I love you too. All the love in the world wouldn't be enough for me to give you. I wouldn't trade you for the world." He began to smile for the first time that evening. Mc lifted their head to meet his eyes.

"I have an idea. Diavolo owns me a huge favor. How does a spontaneous trip to the human world sound? Just you and me, for as long as we need, and as long as it take your brothers to really miss us?" The mischievous glint in their eyes was something he was so familiar with. He met it with enthusaism.

"That sounds wonderful. Where would we go though?" He thought about the logistics quickly.

"While my first thoughts were my house or Serenity Manor, but once they realized we weren't in the Devildom, they would look there first. Diavolo has mentioned this small, cute beach house he goes to from time to time on his own. He would let us borrow it. It's barley big enough for two, but we could make it work. It's in the middle of nowhere. Perfect for us." The more Mc talked, the more Satan liked the idea.

"I love that idea. When do we leave?" Satan was never one to agree to spontaneous idea like this, but in the moment, it just felt right.

"How does in twenty minutes sound? We pack right now and disappear before your brother realize we're gone. Diavolo has to be awake right now anyways." Mc brushed their hands over his face. Tears had stopped falling. The stains lingered but they could only see each other.

"Let's do it. I'll take you to your room first, just in case Mammon happens to be in there." He stood up, and hugged Mc for a moment more before letting them go in favor of taking their hand. Satan knew he would be in for a fun time. He could always rely on Mc, no matter what.

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Hey! I’m a little late to the party but I have Satan fic recommendations!!!!

When I think of Satan fics, I think of this person! I’ve reread their fic “just like Lilith” at least five times now, but all their other Satan fics are equally as good! Hope I recommended well and that you like them too!

https://koolades-world.tumblr.com/

anon you will never be late to the party because i am always looking for satan fics anyways ( ´・∀・｀)

and idk how i've never read this fic what the absolute hell. that was a masterpiece shoutout to koolade fr i feel so healed

fic is linked, make sure you give it a read !!! just like lilith

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can u believe that because i can't open my og nb acc i all of a sudden need to write for every single character . is that really all it took

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just sent in a request to solmare oh my god please im begging any kind of god

same thing happend to my four years of grind in og. you wont get you acc back /j no worries you'll get it back, it's actially pretty easy too. but do write the code somewhere. you can even tattoo it on yourself.

YOU JUMPSCARED ME I THOUGHT I WASNT GONNA BE ABLE TO GET IT BACK UNTIL I SAW THE /J okay but yes. my lesson is learned i'm literally going to print out a screenshot of the code and hang it on my wall of keychains

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pining lev to his tub and kissing him all over softly while stroking his hair and squeezing him tightly. RAAAAAAAAA

mwmwmemlegfluff

levi puts up a little fight at at first, but then he feels you scratch where the base of his horns usually are and he melts. his anxiety and embarrassment are tossed to the side as he starts rumbling with unbridled affection, and he pushes his head further into your hands to search for more of your touch.

RAAAAA LEVI RAAAAAAA

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i'm actually going mad over the fact that i may have lost my nb acc forever

you push the door to levi's room open, disregarding the password and opting to head straight to his bathtub. levi doesn't even realise that you've entered until the door slams unceremoniously loud behind you, making him jolt out of his gaming chair and whip around to face you. he stutters an incoherent sentence, but quickly falls quiet when you flop down into blankets that cushion the porcelain walls.

"they deleted my devil craft account! i spent so much time on that world too!" the outburst leaves him shocked, causing him to set down his controller and slowly roll himself over to you. "jeez, you don't log in for like, two months, and they take it as a reason to delete all your data."

levi leans his elbows on the edge of the tub, hands twiddling above your face as searches for the words to say. finally, he settles on an offer rather than comfort. "if you want- and you don't have to say yes! but if you want, i have an alt account on devil craft. there's not as much stuff on there as your main had, but i think you might like the world i started building." levi's words taper off, confidence wavering when he sees you blink up at him in disbelief.

but then a grin breaks out on your face, and levi feels the relief flooding through his veins. "will you share your other worlds with me if i say yes?"

"i-if you're okay with sharing, then i'll share anything you want me to share."

"deal."

you reach your hands up to close around his, and before levi has the chance to pull away with a scream, you drag him down into the tub next to you. levi falls next to you with a dull thud, pressing into your side as he slides down onto the blankets. you can't help but laugh at his expression, all anger forgotten as you watch levi debate internally about whether he should run away or finally give in.

so levi icon what do we think everyone

reblogs are really appreciated (´ω｀) ♡

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https://www.tumblr.com/catsinnamon/731680859871232000?source=share

Have a cool Satan thing

IS THIS THE CAT GIF. I LOVE THIS ONE but let's be real anything by catsinnamon is incredible

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I feel so awkward doing this, but you said you wanted Satan fics and I wrote one a while back?

Here it is if you're interested:

https://www.tumblr.com/owlisbuffering/730948185243140096/a-study-in-mc?source=share

ok so first why doesn't that have more notes ??!? second please that was so cute the memory where MC goes "i get it." oOOOUHHH MY HEART. thank you for your contribution to the cause my day may perhaps end on a good note now. thank you for overcoming the initial awkward feeling and dropping it in my inbox i am elated

fic is here !! do give it a read ♡

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STOP THE IMMEDIATE POSTING AFTER A CRY FOR SATAN FICS YOURE SO SWEET

Assurance From Wrath (Obey Me!) fic

It was late into the night for Satan to finish with his punishment chore. Having gotten enraged over waiting for Mammon to get done with his shower. Which had meant Satan had waited for twenty minutes before exploding and breaking the door down. So Satan had been made to install a new door himself. He was on his way back to his room to read. But a sound from your room caused him to stop in his tracks. He could hear you crying. So he had to check in on you. His knock soon leading to opening the door right away. His steps taking him right to you to embrace you and nestle you close. "What happened? Are you feeling all right? Or have you come down with something?"

He could feel you shivering as you continued to sniffle and rub at your eyes. Soft words escaping between sobs. You told him that it was your fault. Mammon had been helping you with a surprise gift for Asmodeus. A home made photo frame done with rainbow colors. But you had spilled the glitter and glue while making the gift. Which had lead to Mammon getting covered in the craft materials. Hence why he had been in the shower so long, to get the glue and glitter out of his hair and clothes. You felt so terrible for the fact it had lead to Satan getting in trouble for what happened next. You pleaded with Satan to not hate Mammon or Lucifer for what was entirely your fault. Shivering and trying to push yourself out of his embrace out of guilt and fear.

Yet Satan just listened to then hold you all the closer. His sigh one of warm affection before he chuckled and placed a kiss to your cheek. Looking both amused and accepting as he spoke calm words. "Oh you silly lamb. No wonder Mammon took all the blame and wouldn't tell me why he was all glittery. Lucifer already surmised what had happened and told me. It's all right. You made a mistake and it was an accident. The old door to the bathroom already had a few cracks and dents in it as it was. So me breaking it just meant we replaced it sooner than expected. No one is angry with you or blames you, lamb."

Satan soon wiped your tears with a tissue to then hold it to your nose. The fact you all but honked like a goose into the tissue making him chuckle. Until he was sure you had calmed down to pick you up and carry you bridal style out of the room to head for Lucifer's office. "Come along, lamb. I think Lucifer should have a talk with a silly sheep. As well as help you wrap that gift for Asmodeus."

// since @lost-in-lamentation asked for Satan fics, I am posting one //

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my day is so ruined what the hell who's got satan fics to send my way