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the birth of satan 🦚

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Tiktok is making me feel sad about them

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old meme redraw when dance battles were the death of me 💔

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a family who loves you

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Luci light mode

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Satan with an MC who's not academically inclined. An MC who doesn't enjoy studying, who doesn't read books for fun, who would much rather be anywhere other than a quiet library. Someone with what he, a demon with high standards, considers to have low intellect and low grades, who doesn't think things through before rushing into them head-first.

Satan finds them ridiculous. They're crazy, a complete wild card. He can't take his eyes off of them. What a troublesome human. How absurd and silly and endearing. What a captivating human. If they can't sit still for five minutes, he'll just have to follow their lead to the ends of the Earth.

Satan has trouble coming to terms with the fact he's head over heels for them. It frustrates him to no end. The realization hit him like a truck out of the blue one day, and he's already fallen hard. So hard that he can't possibly imagine being with anyone else. That's okay. Satan convinces himself he has enough book-smarts to make up for the both of them.

Satan knows his human is foolish, but nobody else can dare say that out loud. That's Satan's privilege and his alone. People quickly learn to avoid demeaning MC if they don't want to incur Satan's wrath. His nose may be stuck in a novel but his eyes aren't following the words, they're following the human in his peripheral vision.

They're a breath of fresh air. They don't overthink things. They don't make situations complicated. They're Satan's favorite kind of open book. They force him to live in the moment. MC might not know complex math or obscure history, but nobody can teach Satan the joys of life and emotion quite like his human can.

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What are the chances the Obey Me demons natively speak human languages? Like, they can probably speak whatever human tongue they want to with a bit of hard work (studying?) and magic, but is there a demon language?

If MC keeps hearing all kinds of gutteral snarls and shrieks from the denizens of the Devildom (their classmates, shopkeepers, random folks on the street), they're clearly going to start noticing patterns. Naturally noticing that demons tend to make the same deep vocalization when they're excited, or chatter their teeth in a specific way when they're thinking hard, or make a high-pitched howl when something is especially funny. Certain syllables are always brought up in conversation with certain objects. Through this, MC can slowly pick up bits and pieces of the demonic language.

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You might be out with Lucifer and Mammon one day shopping when you unfortunately drop something and decide to growl the same phrase you've heard other demons make hundreds of times. Lucifer and Mammon both freeze. They look at you, then to each other as if to say, "Did you hear that?" Then their focus goes back to you.

If they hadn't been so synchronized, Lucifer would've suspected Mammon and tied him up for polluting the exchange student's vocabulary with demon swears. Luckily, they both ask, "Who taught you that?" at the same time.

Lucifer looks concerned, he doesnt know how to react. He didn't even know humans were capable of mimicking those sounds. He crosses his arms, conflicted. Your accent could use some work, but the word itself was perfectly understandable. He's very proud, but also mad and would surely find something to lecture you over later.

Mammon looks thrilled, like he hit the jackpot. The situation is hilarious. He tries to tone it down so as not to draw Lucifer's ire, but he's grinning and brimming with curiosity. That's his human! What else did you know how to say? Does this mean he doesn't have to watch his language around you anymore?

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Love at first blood or Making a pact with an Avatar of Lust uncovers things hidden by your religious upbringing.

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subterranean

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Winner by a LANDSLIDE!!! + friend chart between the trio

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lucifer takes back home a very affectionate, very drunk MC. but this is his human, though, so who is he to complain?

"i wanted to see them a little longer."

"i assure you they'll be here first thing tomorrow morning, and you won't be able to get rid of them." lucifer answers with a sigh, hopping you up higher on his back.

it's a starry night in the human realm, one that's not often seen by the avatar of pride. he used to love to look down upon the brightness in his first home and make shapes out of them, often getting starry eyed and emotional, and those shapes had later on formed into stars for humankind.

he wasn't lucifer morningstar for nothing. but that was a long, long time ago with a very different lucifer, though.

the thought still makes his jaw clench.

"i hope they will, but i missed them a lot, luci," your slurred voice takes him out of his head, soothing his wounds and calming his heart. he hums lowly in response. "can we go back for a little bit?"

"so you could fall asleep in the middle of their meaningless talk, making them sad because their predilected human wasn't paying them attention?" he taunts, clicking his tongue. "they're hard enough to handle when they're excited, mc." he scoffs. "enough with the nonsense. you know humans need to sleep."

"luci."

"hmm."

"you smell good. how can you still smell good? we've been out the whole day. it's not fair."

he gasps, and is silently glad you're too intoxicated to notice. how could you say this things, genuine and wholeheartedly, so easily? honestly and freely? lucifer doesn't know, can’t understand, but as he grips your thighs harder, his nails leaving red marks on your skin, lucifer's thankful it's you the one that makes his heart flutter.

he hides the way it stutters with a scowl. "i don't smell 'good'. you're hallucinating because of your lack of sleep, so for the love of everything, sleep."

"okay." and then, in a quiet whisper. "i love you."

he feels himself blush before he can stop it, like he always seems to do with you. his raven hair hides the lovely, embarrassing truth in his eyes as his head leans sideways to make space for your face while it snuggles against his neck. lucifer's body will always remember your love like it's muscle memory, your breath slow and hot against his skin, soft lips pressing on top of his pulse making him dizzy and so responsive to you, a human, and the worst part is that he craves it, he realizes with a start.

"luci? don't you love me back?"

a beat. one, two, three seconds pass. two red cars speed by the street.

"i'm all yours, mc. you already know this."

and you're mine, he doesn't say. doesn't need to.

your demon softly squeezes you closer to him in return, so frighteningly aware of the gap of strength between the both of you, how fragile your body feels against the millennium old demon, millennium old being. the gentle grip his hands grab your thighs with, his thumbs gliding against the material of your jeans, his scowl at the cars passing by for being infuriatingly loud, for not letting you fully rest against him, it's his way of saying me too.

"i assure you, you'll always return home safely with me. "

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touch-starvation needs to be written with emphasis on the starving part. you are hungry to be touched. so hungry that even the very taste of it makes you nauseous. it has been long since anything has ever touched you, ever fed you - that your body has grown more used to that gnawing emptiness more than anything else. it's better for you to be held, to eat but it makes you sick to try. you know

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Meow~

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3 components of worldbuilding:

1. The author’s kinks

2. The author’s power fantasy

3. The author’s political agenda

Plot and logic optional

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Fandom is so different now and it’s becoming un-fun with how quickly shit moves.

I just want to enjoy things. I don’t want to have to play a game of Artist-Race that seems to be afoot lately.

Ya’ll eat up fandoms, leave artists and writers bone dry and then move on so fucking quickly then fucking wonder where all the Good Fandom Stuff is.

Idk Maybe cherish some things for longer. Reblog stuff. Interact with people. Comment and share.

Fandom is Capitalism now and I’m not being nuanced.

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Devilgram - The Glory Days