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"gonna give him another mark 😈" HELP i was actually tempted to write solomon pointing to his neck and going "these are also mcs <3" but i got too shy >m<

Great minds think alike! I gotchu 🙂‍↕️ (GN! reader as always)

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It was supposed to be a quick visit. In and out and on his way, but Solomon had been noticed by a handful of young sorcerers - novices of the Sorcerer's Society hoping to become just as great as him someday - who crowded around him before he could make his escape. Multiple questions are hurled his way, stacking on top of one another into an indecipherable mess. While it's slightly overwhelming, he reminisces to his youth where he might've done the same given the opportunity.

"Woah, woah! One at a time please. I'm only one sorcerer, after all," he states, encouraging them to calm down. Once they're all quiet, he motions to one of the sorcerers. "Let's start with you."

The young sorcerer seems to stand taller after being perceived by such a legend, and blurts out a question. "I-Is it true that you waged war against the ENTIRE Devildom? All on your own??"

The corner of Solomon's lip curls slightly, amused by such a loaded first question. "I might've done something like that once."

All the sorcerers gasp and chatter amongst themselves, excited to hear confirmation from the source. Another sorcerer pipes up after with a seemingly unrelated query.

"What about your cooking abilities?"

Solomon turns to them confused. "What about them?"

"Well, my mentor told me you were banned from here because your food was so 'atrocious and offensive'..." Immediately, Solomon's demeanor changes upon hearing the reminder, as well as being insulted. Seeing how miffed he is, the sorcerer quickly sputters out. "His words, not mine!"

Solomon scoffs. "And who is your mentor?"

The young sorcerer responds sheepishly. "Uh... confidential."

Taking a deep, calming breath, Solomon nods, ultimately letting the incident go. "Smart choice."

The next sorcerer beside the previous one decides to take their turn. "You have lots of pacts, yes? May we see them?"

Without a word, Solomon rolls up his sleeve to show off several intricate circles, all of which look as if they were tattoos done in black ink. Everyone leans in to get a closer look while he begins detailing each of the marks and who they belong to. Some of the sorcerers even whine in envy that they haven't gotten a pact of their own yet. Once done, he pushes the sleeve back down with an almost proud smile on his face - that is, until a different sorcerer points to something peaking out from under Solomon's shirt collar.

"What kind of pact mark is that? It looks almost purple rather than the traditional black."

Whispered questions flurry within the group about The Great Sorcerer perhaps acquiring a special or ultra rare pact. A beat of silence passes before Solomon barks into laughter, realizing what's there. The group is stunned into silence once again as they watch him chortle on.

"I apologize for laughing, but this isn't the mark of a demon," he says while wiping a tear from his eye. Grabbing his collar and pulling it aside, he presents a trail of purple-ish bruises along his neck that make the sorcerers flush with embarrassment upon recognizing what they are.

"They are the marks of a human. A powerful one who is on their way to surpassing even me in prowess... and holds the key to my heart."

Beyond the heads of the sorcerers, his eyes flicker upwards, catching sight of a familiar figure and sweet face walking through the door in search of him. Unable to tame the infectious smile that spreads, he gently pushes through the crowd, haphazardly apologizing as he does. He's checked out from anymore conversation to be had. It was over the moment he laid eyes on you.

"Excuse me," he says as if in a trance, "but I have a date with the beautiful sorcerer who gave me those marks."

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Asmo’s & Solomon’s Shenanigans - THE PREQUEL!

I had this floating in my head because when I was reading the testament of Solomon to a friend, I kept updating the English and laughing at how the scene played out… and I just couldn’t resist drawing the prequel to the Shenanigans Comic I did before… So, yeah. It’s dumbed down a lot from the testament, but this is basically how their conversation went when they first met.  All in good fun! :’D

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Michael's angel form redesign <3

big thanks to @luckykittysshowerthoughts and @madamscream for helping me with it! close up, because i don't trust tumblr to keep the quality.

extra versions (previous design included) and notes under cut!

Michael now has a golden flower crown! It's something i've started to give all of my seraph designs (even the demoted one, Simeon). It's essantially a status symbol, usually worn only by the seraphim and high-ranking goverment officials. The flower depicted on the crown is a lily. Lilies commonly represent death, grief, purity and modesty. I chose it because of that symbolism- Michael's lost plenty of people, cried for their loss, and then put on the face of father's holiest angel. The exemplary angel. The Celestial Realm's golden child. But flowers are quite eye-catching. They're big and colourful, and are beloved by people of all species. Michael's mourning a traitor. Lucifer, who in rebelling against his Father sinned both against Him and his own kin. He needs to be discreet. A crown of lily buds, shut tight, lest their petals expose the bearer's feelings. A crown of hidden mourning.

"he's hiding it [grief] away so tightly the lilies can't even bloom"

Michael's hair is magical now! It's inspired by Luna's mane. It starts as normal hair, and becomes flowy and shiny as it goes down.

The wings are bigger than they are on Lucifer's in-game angelic outfit, mostly to make them more belivable. The size of canon wings is, quite frankly, pathetically small. Those aren't flying anyone anywhere lol

The inside of the robe became darker, and i added some stars and constelations to it. (Because of his intrest in astronomy) His nail polish (usually royal blue) turns white. The sash became longer, got a pattern, and floats now.

square majolish background (tumblr link)

the old and new versions!

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Newlywed Solomon HCs

Solomon x GN! reader

Summary: Things Solomon does now that he's officially married to you.

AN: Hi all! I'm trying to get myself out of a writing funk (my event requesters, I'm so sorry, I'm trying ☹️). Since the new app won't have the side characters until later, I decided to just make some headcanons for Solomon so my brain could un-mushify itself. Nightbringer was but a mere taste of what married life with Solomon could be like and I need more, lol.

Warnings: Reader refers to Solomon as "my love," lengthy (I got carried away), other than that, it's all fluff!

Newlywed Solomon who wakes you up in the morning with soft whispers of love in your ear. “I’m so lucky to wake up next to you. You have no idea how much I love you.” He holds you close, legs tangled, happily sharing his warmth with you as he presses soft kisses around your face, occasionally nuzzling his nose against your neck.

Newlywed Solomon who brings you coffee in bed. He knows how you like it and makes sure every measurement of milk, sugar, or creamer is perfect. It’s bitter… almost sour, despite the effort he puts in, but you’ve learned to hold your grimace as he sips his own beside you peacefully, his off hand thumbing over your knuckles.

Newlywed Solomon who sends little texts throughout the day if you’re apart. He wants to know if you’re thinking about him like he is of you. Expect anything from a meme he found, a gif of a cat, an emoji, or even a photo of himself showing what he’s up to. If you send a photo of yourself back, be prepared to have him spam you with heart reactions and words of love. He’s happy to know you’re safe and having a good day.

Newlywed Solomon who tries to keep up with housecleaning. He’s not particularly good at it, but he’s learning as he goes. You’ll find the bed sheets freshly washed and on the bed, though the fitted sheet is clinging to the corners of the mattress by a prayer. Sometimes one of his shirts ends up folded and tucked away amongst yours (you think this is on purpose so you’d see it and wear it). A lot of it he does with magic, but your kisses of encouragement make him want to do better each time without the added help.

Newlywed Solomon who mentions extending the family… in the form of cats. Easily agreeing, you both end up walking through a shelter with the hopes of rescuing a kitty in need. He stops in front of a cage with a pair of siblings inside, and after reading about how they’ve spent their lives in the shelter, he turns to you with misty eyes and a hopeful smile. That night, you bring home two kitties that are already spoiled by Solomon in the form of a large cat tower, a fluffy bed, and a bag full of toys, treats, and pretty collars.

Newlywed Solomon who loves matching with you. Matching robes hung side by side on the wall, matching mugs sitting patiently in the cabinet to be used, even matching toothbrushes that sit on either side of the bathroom sink. He’s even imbued your wedding rings with magic to connect your hearts so that every time you touch the banding, a soft pulse of the other’s heartbeat can be felt.

Newlywed Solomon who’s only allowed to watch as you prepare meals. He’ll quickly set the table before rushing over to hold you from behind. It’s the only way to keep himself from assisting, and besides, any moment holding you is a good moment. His help in the kitchen is in the form of grocery shopping, though he tends to get a little sidetracked from the list you wrote and you end up with a fully stocked inventory and random ingredients you have no idea what to do with.

Newlywed Solomon who’s devoted to your care when you’re under the weather. If you’re physically sick, he’s constantly checking your temperature, feeding you soup (that you requested he order), as well as offering some spells to cure/comfort whatever ails you. If you’re struggling mentally, he’s doing whatever he can to support you. Whether you need to be held as you cry into his shoulder or ask for a cup of tea and some space as you sort yourself out before confiding in him, consider it done. Your well-being is the most important thing to him.

Newlywed Solomon who loves spending quality time with you. Your legs rest on his lap as you sit opposite of him on the couch, watching something on TV, while he reads a book and strokes your calf mindlessly. He’s easily distracted, studying how you bite the inside of your cheek when you’re invested, the steady rise and fall of your chest, your little reactions to a sudden twist in the show. He loves how expressive you are in these calmer moments. You’re way more interesting than a thousand words on a page.

Newlywed Solomon who watches in awe as you get ready for the day. Laying against the headboard, his eyes trail along your scantly clad body while you sift through outfits. There is no lust in his eyes, just admiration for the person you are. He loves everything about you and he loves that you trust him to see you like this. He’s vocal when you ask for his opinion, but never cruel or hurtful as there’s never anything negative to say. To him, you look wonderful in any style and he hopes you’re able to see yourself the way he sees you.

Newlywed Solomon who lets himself get dragged off to bed when he stays up too late. Even when his eyes sting and neck aches, he finds it difficult to pull away from his work and finish it the next day. So, when the bed feels too big and cold, and you come looking for him, he’s grateful. Cuddled close in the bed after you generously cover him up more than yourself, fingers card through his hair, coaxing him to sleep easily. Through a crack in his droopy lids, the last thing he sees is you, smiling softly as you whisper words of love to him. “Get some sleep, my love. I’ll be here when you wake up, just like always.”

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cocytus hall technically served cunt and died. rip king, gone too soon

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Do not let Barbatos go to New York City.

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New headcanon: Solomon has a moving house in the human world that moves specifically for tax evasion reasons. He is the direct inspiration for Howl Pendragon, the wizard who made a moving castle specifically for tax evasion reasons.

(Thats canon btw. Its in the book.)

wonder how long solomon's been evading his taxes for

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I wonder if when the brothers, Lilith and all the other angels that sided with Lucifer in the Great Celestial War fell, they looked like falling stars from the Devildom.

Trails of celestial magic leaving their bodies to form a comet's tail behind them, falling so fast and so hard it singes their feathers black or changes them or rips them off completely.

They fell so fast, so hard that nobody who had kept their wings in any capacity could stop themselves from hitting the rough ground and foliage of the Devildom with enough force to crater and surround them with rubble.

The denizens of the Devildom could see them falling, glowing against the eternal darkness of their sky and it's natural constellations. It made it easy for Diavolo and Barbatos to find and locate all of the brothers and Lilith after all was said and done and their fates were nearly sealed.

The light of those siblings shone the brightest of that falling storm, the Morningstar himself the grandest of all.

Maybe it was a sight visible even to the human world, striking awe into the hearts and minds of humans watching their night sky many many millennia ago, making art and song of it as they knew no better, thinking it was beautiful.

It was. Beautiful. An act of utmost love.

Do you think Micheal wept as he watched what used to be his family fall in streaks of dazzling light into the realm of demons, his back turned to the rest of his kin for just a few moments so that they wouldn't see? His sobs hidden by the lingering sounds of war and wind and wings pounding around him?

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"What's your favorite scary movie?"

Was not expecting my first ever Solomon art to be Ghostface flavored but it's hot so who am I to complain?

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What if, instead of the Sorcerers' Society being just a small organization with a headquarters, it was instead a hidden city or capital where not only could sorcerers go to for assistance and to get their licenses, but could safely live and learn without having to put so much effort into hiding their magic from general human public? (Something similar to Witch Hat Atelier perhaps)

A hidden away capital with houses and apartments and magical shops selling everything a sorcerer would ever need. Where they can safely converse on the street and network and apprentices can talk to each other and swap tales of their lessons and masters.

Out in the expanse of the human world, it's hard to come by each other so having a place to live like that would be great.

But also it would make Solomon getting chased out by a dragon so much funnier (or sadder) since he and the mystery apprentice would have been the ones to found the Sorcerers' Society in the first place.

He would probably own his own house there and come back there whenever there was a meeting he had to attend or some urgent matter to discuss. Solomon wouldn't stay there longer than he usually had to and his property is usually empty.

But when sorcerers usually take in an apprentice, that apprentice lives with their master in order to make the most of learning opportunities and a lot of them tend to move back to the Sorcerers' Society for convenience.

If Solomon was able to convince MC to live with him for "educational purposes" completely separate from the brothers and Devildom, who's to say he wouldn't give living amongst his peers an honest try once more?