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mostmouse · 1 year

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Hello! I found your blog from AO3, and I really like your NSFW Alphabet with Diavolo. I like your dia the most because of love, from a king to an ordinary person.

can i request diavolo x reader for Obey Me! Nightbringer? I want to know what the story will be when the future reader meets the past diavolo

hey! i love the NSFW alphabet too! its such a fun little pet project :) i wanted to get this out even thought nightbringer isnt out yet. its not as cute or warm as my other dia fics but here's my interpretation of past dia!

No Longer Your Demon (Diavolo x GN!Reader, rating: suggestive)

Everything around you was dark. You couldn’t tell which way was up, or if your eyes were open or closed. Did you even feel the weight of gravity pulling on your body?

You were beyond confused, however, you weren’t scared. Worse things had happened to you in your bizarre life. Deciding to wait it out, you relaxed, hoping if you were trapped in some sort of haywire spell, not fighting would get you released quicker. If it worked for quicksand, why not in other completely unrelated situations?

Finally, you found yourself being pulled downwards, the familiar feeling of your body weight coming back to you. Breathing deeply, you watched as your vision became fuzzy and blurred, then finally clearing up. Looking around, if you’d had to hazard a guess, you were in the Demon Lord’s castle.

Standing up, holding onto the wall to gather your bearings, you took inventory of where you were. You were very familiar with the Demon Lord’s castle, considering how much time you spent there. But somehow, it seemed different. Things weren’t as bright as they usually were, the once lavish and ornate gold seeming more oppressive and heavy.

Beginning your way down the corridor, you reached out and stroked the curtains as you slowly made your way. What was wrong with this part of the castle? Had Barbatos neglected it? No, that didn’t seem right. You thought hard about where you were, but the decor didn’t seem familiar to you at all.

Up ahead, you saw a quick flash of black. Picking up the pace, you called out softly, “Little D! Hey, come back here!” To your disappointment, however, the lesser demon didn’t appear before you. Usually they fawned all over you, not only having Diavolo’s favor drawing them towards you, but also just being kind to them made them flock to you.

Whining slightly. You slowed down before stopping. Something wasn’t right... You grabbed your D.D.D. and turned the screen on. It seemed to be working just fine, except the time and date wouldn’t display. What was that supposed to mean?

Grumbling, you slipped it back into your pocket, taking a step forward before the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. Suddenly, Barbatos appeared before you, very much in your personal space. You jumped, but then smiled, “Barb-” Before you could even finish your sentence, suddenly you were in his room.

He regarded you carefully, his eyes raking over you slowly. “What are you doing here?” His piercing gaze met yours finally, and you saw confusion in them. Feeling a tad bit nervous, you fidgeted. Barbatos was never confused.

“I- Well, I don’t actually know. I don’t remember what I was doing before, but suddenly I was sitting in the hallway. I tried to flag down one of the little D’s but he totally ignored me. What’s going on anyways? Something isn’t right here...”

The demon before you sighed, a chair suddenly appearing behind you and he pushed you into it. “You’re in the wrong timeline.” He kneeled before you, “You belong thousands of years to the future. Where- well, when we are now... My Lord has only just debuted as Prince of the Devildom. The Demon King fell into his slumber not too many centuries ago. And the angels- well, demon brothers, they’ve fallen only just recently.”

Your mind reeled as his gaze never left yours, never blinking, watching you intently. “You... Okay, what? I don’t think I’m following. At least, you know who I am, right?” Suddenly you were desperate to hear his voice comforting you. How did this happen? You had a million questions, but none seemed to come out.

“Don’t panic, please. I’m sure there’s an explanation for this, but I wanted to let you know your situation. I’m sure there’s a way to fix this. But as of this moment, I can’t find a path back to your own time. Please, bear with me as I try to figure out a solution.”

Much to his frustration, your gaze seemed to grow more and more curious. “Do you think-”

“No.” His voice was finite. He knew exactly what you were going to ask, he didn’t need his powers to tell that much. You were about to be an unending thorn on his side, you already had no self preservation in the present, but he was confident that you didn’t understand how much danger you could be in in this situation.

“You didn’t even-” Your mouth snapped shut as he glared at you. In your time - apparently - he would never act like this. He was strict, yes, and hid behind a sometimes scary smile, but he was seldom ever outwardly aggressive. You could count on one hand how many times he had been so severe looking.

“You are to stay here until I can find a solution to this predicament. Do not leave, and do not touch anything. I shall bring you refreshments shortly.” He got up to leave, a door appearing suddenly before him. Turning to look at you once more, his tail flicking behind him, “I will know if you leave, consider yourself lucky that you’re not already restrained.”

With that, the door snapped closed behind him, disappearing as quickly as it had materialized. You sighed, shoulders slumping. What were you supposed to do here, then? It wasn’t as if he had any gaming consoles or art supplies, not even a damn window to look out of forlornly.

Standing up, you wandered around in the seemingly vast but small space. All the stairs and doors were intriguing, but you couldn’t seem to reach any of them. It was rare to ever be alone in his room, you weren’t quite sure how to navigate it. Closing your eyes and focusing on your magic, you were pleased to find it hadn’t diminished, considering you were so far back in the past.

As you called up your teleportation magic, you wondered about Barbatos’s words. The brothers had only recently fallen? The Demon King just went to sleep practically years ago? What did that mean for your demon? Was Diavolo completely different back then- or well, now? You knew he had always had a penchant for peace, he had met with Lucifer countless times when he was still an angel.

The familiar pull of teleporting within the Devildom to Diavolo’s room was as natural as breathing, and without thinking too hard about what Barbatos would do to you once he found you, you let your magic take you.

The sound of rushing wind overwhelmed you then stopped. Silence spread around you as you cautiously opened your eyes. It was the same dark drab atmosphere of the hallway you had appeared in. Walking forward slightly, you held your tongue as you kicked something.

Grabbing your D.D.D., you used your flashlight to look around and collect your bearings. Well, this was the same room you and Diavolo spent all your time in, but it wasn’t his room. Uncomfortable, you made your way through the makeshift storage room, various furniture items covered in sheets. Finally reaching the window, you dragged the heavy drapes to the side, and observed the luxurious royal gardens below.

They were beautiful, of course. But it seemed to be lacking the exotic foliage of the human world and select items from the Celestial Realm. Humming thoughtfully, you made your way to the door before pausing. How soon until Barbatos realized you weren’t in his room? You were sure his punishment would be severe, probably borderline torturous. He didn’t seem to be as forgiving and warm as the Barbatos from your time.

You tucked your D.D.D. away, meditating on your position for a moment. You had always been able to locate Diavolo after the two of you had become so close, years together reflecting in your magical abilities to seek him out.

As you opened your eyes, breathing slowly and calmly, a small thread appeared before you. Smiling gently, you reached out to it, twirling it around your fingers and palm before teleporting yourself to the end of it.

The sounds of Diavolo’s office were muted as he worked. He had large blueprints in front of him, something he had been eager to begin construction on. Now that there were angels turned demons in his realm, he felt he could finally begin stitching the three worlds together.

Barbatos had helped him come up with a sort of educational facility. He planned to call it the Royal Academy of Diavolo. Not to toot his own horn, but considering it was his goal to unite the worlds, he could be a little selfish and name it after him.

He wanted to have the angels- or, demons now, get to know about the culture in their new home. They had separated out and gone on differing rampages, not that it bothered him any. The Devildom was vast; countless lost souls, tortured beings, and lesser demons populating the place. He could let the newly transformed brothers have their fill, after all, he was known to go on large hunting trips as well.

On such trips, he was able to survey his kingdom and lands, as well as indulge in a bit of temptation. He had taken a few demons as concubines, slaughtered others, and consumed lesser demons and lost souls more times than he could count. However, he had no concubines at the moment. All of them bored him sooner or later, their fear of him rapidly becoming exhausting to deal with, or their lust for power annoying him.

He wanted to find someone to be his equal. He had made a deal with Lucifer, the strongest of the brothers, but he had yet to come around and spend quality time. Diavolo enjoyed watching them raze areas of the Devildom, he knew in the long run it would bring them closer to him.

Golden eyes suddenly darted up, something - or someone - was appearing before him. However, it wasn’t Barbatos, and none of the brothers had been permitted past the magic barrier that surrounded the castle. So who was audacious enough to materialize directly in front of the Demon Prince?

Slowly but surely, a human appeared. Your build a dead giveaway, considering you had no demonic adornments or a glamour he could sense. He could feel his fingers twitch as he held them at his sides. Finally, you became solid, your body and soul joining together after your teleportation and you opened your eyes.

Molten gaze met your own and you grinned. Waving a hand, you called out to your demon. “Hi Dia! Or, well I know you don’t know me yet, but I just couldn’t stand to stay away from you. Please don’t call Barbatos!” Your hands clasped together in front of you as you begged.

Bewildered, he simply regarded you in silence. Dia? Was that supposed to be him? You spoke so familiarly, and you mentioned Barbatos with hardly any fear, and an almost equal amount of familiarity. Just who were you? And most of all, “A human?”

His voice was deep, and without the warmth you were so familiar with. Your smile strained for a moment. “Yeah! I- uh, I’m sort of... Well, we’re very close in the future. Something weird happened and uhm, here I am! Thousands of years in the past...” You looked sheepish, and he couldn’t sense any deception from your words.

Your trailing off at what you were had him slightly on edge. Who were you? What were you doing here? You knew him well enough to call him by a nickname - there were only a handful of others that called him by his name, most referring to him simply as ‘your majesty’.

Even with the Demon King asleep, the demons in the Devildom wasted no time in the pomp of addressing him as true royalty. Afterall, he hadn’t been in the public for very long, only recently mingling with his denizens. But you... You weren’t a part of the Devildom. You were from the human world, but most of all you were still alive.

“What are you doing here? You’re not a lost soul, so you must have a reason for being here.” His gaze was unwavering, you weren’t even sure if he had blinked yet since you appeared before him. He walked around his large desk, his wings flaring behind him as his glittering jewels caught the light.

You couldn’t help it as you took one step backwards, and his intense stare immediately went to your feet. You stood straight, holding your ground as he stopped in front of you, molten gold eyes staring deep into yours.

“I-” You cleared your throat, “I don’t know why I’m here, specifically. But in my timeline, you invited me here. The exchange program, you know?” His eyes didn’t move, watching you closely as you spoke. When he didn’t answer, you licked your lips nervously, continuing out of nervousness. “We were close, you and I. I lived at the House of Lamentation with the brothers. I’ve been in the Devildom for years now.”

“Lived. Where do you live now?” His voice was deep and it had your heart fluttering. At your confused look, he reached out, hand under your jaw and tilting your head up, eyes examining your face, neck, and shoulders. “You said you lived with the angels- the demons, I mean. So, where do you live now, where you’re from?”

His eyes found yours again, intense curiosity in them, yet lacking warmth. “W-With you. We’re together, romantically, I mean. You had asked me to move in with you and so... Well, I did. I went to our room but it doesn’t seem to be used as your bedroom now, which I thought was interesting.” Your weak laughter brought no love to his gaze, his eyes wandering around your body again.

His nail beneath your jaw was sharp, and you felt if you moved even an inch, it would cut into your soft skin. “You went there? Did you use your teleportation magic?” You nodded slightly, feeling his claw press into you sharply, but as far as you could tell, there was no blood yet.

Suddenly, a sharp tap echoed against the large heavy wooden doors. Barbatos entered quickly, glaring at the back of your head before regarding his master. “They had express directions to not stray from where I put them. My apologies, My Lord. Please, allow me to escort them back.”

You shuddered at his tone. He was very not happy with you. Swallowing, you could feel his piercing gaze behind you. Humming in thought, Diavolo finally looked at his friend, “I think I’ll keep them here, Barbatos. Would you bring us some tea and snacks? I’d like to entertain them.”

Flinching as Barbatos left, the door closing sharply, you gazed up at Diavolo. Finally, his hand left you, and you resisted the urge to rub at where his nail had scratched you. He turned back towards his desk, and with a wave of his hand, the papers began to roll themselves up.

You moved to sit in the chair before him, looking up at him with caution. You were stiff in your spot, and Diavolo watched as you fidgeted slightly. “So, tell me more about your time here in the Devildom. I’m very interested to hear it.” His hands steepled in front of him as he rested his jaw on them.

“Oh, well, I was one of the first human exchange students. It was rough in the beginning being here, but you made every effort to make sure I was comfortable and safe. I’ll always be so grateful to you for that. Over the months and years, we grew closer and closer, and well. We sort of, uh, well, fell in love.”

Your words were hushed towards the end, a bit embarrassed and something else you couldn’t quite describe. You weren’t afraid of him, but there was a seed of doubt planted in the bottom of your belly. Barbatos returned to lay out an afternoon spread before you. Without speaking, or looking at you, he poured tea and promptly left once more.

Pursing your lips, your eyes flicked up to Diavolo who was still staring intensely at you. “You were a student? Then surely you were attending the Academy that I’m going to build.” You smiled softly, nodding your head as you reached out to grab a small sandwich that you recognized to be safe for human consumption.

He made no move to eat or drink, and continued to watch you. “I’ve always been fascinated by humans. Tell me, how intimately do I know you?” Swallowing your food, you cleared your throat, looking at him and then down to your lap. “Since you mentioned we are romantically involved, I simply assumed we are also lovers. Is that incorrect?”

He could tell by your suddenly bashful attitude that he was right. He wanted to know everything, was he really intimate with a human? He had lusted after them more times he could count, yet he always ended up breaking those he took. Demons were sturdier, but he couldn’t deny how soft a human felt. They held a special place within him. He would say in his heart, but he had never felt anything more than a passing curiosity about them, so he couldn’t say whether or not he was actually fond of them.

Chewing your lip for a moment, “Uhm, yeah we are actually. It's, well, it's very nice.” Your smile was timid, and your shoulders pressed forward, making yourself smaller in the chair. His tongue traced over his teeth as he watched you move around.

“Are you afraid?” His question was simple, but your feelings were anything but. You didn’t think you were afraid of him, but you couldn’t help but feel unsettled. It was as if you had no barrier between what could possibly go wrong, and you understood now why Barbatos was so insistent that you stay in his room.

This version of Diavolo didn’t feel anything towards you, wasn’t kind or courteous. Your Diavolo had been socialized around others for countless years, learning to not be so serious, and how to interact. The Diavolo before you didn’t have those types of bonds. Didn’t have the regality you loved.

You shuffled in your seat, breathing deeply as you addressed him, knowing full well he would be able to tell if you lied to him. “No, I’m not afraid of you. I’m scared of the situation, of the unfamiliar environment I’m in. But I’ve never been and never will be afraid of you, my little prince.” That had him blinking in surprise. You weren’t being dishonest. And he could understand your trepidation at the situation at hand, objectively.

Little Prince... What a charming pet name to be called. He had never guessed that he would have a lover, and a human one at that. You were kind, he could tell that much. You looked soft and warm, and he yearned to sink his teeth into you. He wanted to feel how you felt under him, how you would beg him to be gentle.

Grinning at you suddenly, he felt the excitement in his blood, “Well then. It's settled. You’ll be staying here with me in the castle. Barbatos will solve the issues at hand when he’s able, but you,” He stood, imposing body towering over yours, and you felt your breath catch in your lungs. “You shall stay with me. I look forward to the ways you’ll show love to me, human. And please, for your sake, I hope you don’t hold back.”

You felt cold all of a sudden, as the demon who appeared to be your lover rounded the desk. The tea had gone cold and the food was forgotten. Gripping your hand tightly, enough to make you yelp and grab at his wrist, he hauled you up out of the chair, dangling you by your feet slightly.

“Let us make our way towards the bedroom. I’m sure you’ll find it to your liking. Should you have any tales of our time together, I’m very interested in hearing them.” Dread pooled in your belly, feet tapping at the floors as he dragged you swiftly through the hallways.

Passing by the kitchens, you saw Barbatos’s dark gaze in passing. How badly you wanted to reach out to him, ask him to help you, to save you from this demon. But your inner pleas went unanswered, powerless to work against his Lord. He had warned you after all, but you simply refused to listen. You’d have to deal with the consequences, and the prince’s insatiable curiosity with humans in every possible way.

#diavolo x reader #OM diavolo x reader #obey me #omswd #diavolo obey me #obey me diavolo #no source canon yet - we die like lilith

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zzoupz · 2 years

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oc questions !!! feel free to answer all or none :))

1. tell me about your favorite! (/pos)

2. tell me about your least favorite! (/pos) (stinky awful garbage man *gender neutral)

3. anything living in your head rent free? story concept, single scene without context, oc concept you wont get around to making?

4. tell me about your favorite relationship (friendship included!) between ocs!

5. do you have a favorite oc name? what is it and how'd you get it?

6. anything driving you truly batshit? going insane over them?

7. tell me something sad about an oc!

8. tell me something sweet about an oc!

9. any ""retired"" ocs you still think about?

10. pick a favorite character n tell me three songs you think theyd like!

hihi! sorry this is a bit late I want to get back on my pc for this

1. oh damn I have multiple favorites! I think ones that I enjoy the most (at the moment) are them

(yellow: Lee Harrison | blue: Bryan Dickinson)

they are basically a (in the 2000s) newbie punk band formed by two friends who are like brothers to each other. they bonded over both having not so great families (not like tragic-backstory awful but yknow. the average traditional family)

yeah I still can't figure out what their band name would be. yeah since 2020. sorry. such is life.

while they're not the ones I've wrote the most about, as in not much at all, I just really like them :)

2. Bartholomew. I used to like him then I realize how generic he is so I hate him now (/j) (yeah I actually do want to post about him less though)

3. been thinking about the dynamic normal human x immortal who finds them in every life. so simple and common but I go insane over it every time. I think it would be fun

4. ohohohoho man ok here are some in no particular orders

Time & Denial core, Denial/Dan (black hair, also the last image) is by @/ akamavarii

they were basically our coresonas, but they've became their own characters at this point so I think it counts

friends who commits OSHA violations together!!!

they share 1 brain cell and takes turns over it like an Xbox (quote from ami himself)

Iandithas & Lumeous (if you noticed one of the name changed its bc I did)

a bard & a wizard duo who are retired and are now a shopkeeper & a chemist

its funny I care about them this much bc Lumeous was supposed to be a dad and a side character to my other oc and Iandithas was a doodle of a random guy and now they mean the world to me

there have been like 5 people who pointed out that they look like a couple and you're right and I fucking hate that you're right. and they were roommates etc

Overseer / Conqueror

this one is new very obviously but I've been thinking about them for a LONG while.

friends to lovers to enemies heehoo heehoo heehoo heehoo heeh

can you tell I like it when queer relationships

5. Fakzky HAS to have my favorite origin. fun fact there's a bot on facebook that would combine the names of their followers (only if they request, don't worry) and it was my source of inspo for my fantroll names in 2020, Fakz is the only one I took completely from it and the post is still there!

6. the 35 awesome and cool animatics that exists in MY mind

7. oh man I don't wanna say something sad :( mostly bc I'm bad at it and it would sound cringe :(

8. I have a plague doc oc and she has 3 pet rats ^_^ they're all named after murderers from the bible but yeah whatever

(Dias Cain Jael in that order btw)

9. hmmm them I think. I make stuff about them way less nowadays but still draw them time to time. Cath is from 2018 and funnily is originally a fusion of two characters. and Danya is from early 2021 when I was just trying stuff out. I made them friends just cuz I think they look like they would do drugs together

10. I have no idea man I created them not know them (I am so so bad at this)

#WOO this takes me like an HOUR #ty for this ask I love talking about characters. even if I'm bad at it #oc stuff #I'm not tagging all of them

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foosybit · 1 year

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Mayoi in PriPara Outfits Part 3

This is the last suuuuper long post of me wondering what pripara outfits mayoi might wanna wear ! If you're somehow here without coming from part 1 or 2 (since again, i wont be tagging this....) here should be a link to part 1 and also part 2 (sorry again foosybit followers for triple posting)

Please congratulate mr placeholder for coming this far, he's really putting the best work out there im so thankful he's here with us. also there'll be more brands other than holic trick now (even if it's still the main brand) so i'll be naming the brand in all of them

Gaarmageddon Red Dia from Love Devi !! a card theme was present in an outfit i would die if i didnt draw it. no original masc version cuz it's literally a card wonderland theme so say hi to pathetic pushed over vermilion mayoi. also at this point i was admittedly getting quite pooped from all the drawing so unless i really wanted to see something i just didnt do it lol

Hello ninja association again, no brand for this one cuz it's actually from a merch line so idk if it even exists outside the merch line ?? Which. Lets slow down a bit lemme tell u my shock when i find out that not only is there boypara but theres a ninja idol boy with partially yellow hair ???!?!!?!???! shinobu come pick up ur little bro he's out here performing in a wrestling ring !!!!!! so of course i listen to all the grand total of 2 songs he has and try to find all the images i can of ushimitsu (name of the ninja boy) and find this silly merch line where he gets to work at the ninja monja (which i believe is established as a thing he actually does if the wiki trivia section is to be trusted cuz as i said im nowhere near learning about him thru the show or stage play or whatever)

what the hell look at this dam ninja i am literally nowhere near learning anything about him considering im not even at episode 100 yet meanwhile the episode featuring ushimitsu just barely came out recently on the pripara yt but hes so my fav and hes also the blue one in a duo that works at ninja monja which is just like dorothy west i love dorothy west i love dressing pafe someone any pripara enstars fans out here do u get me do u feel me do u understand that by me saying this u can already guess i like 2wink and souma do u understand how it all connects AAHHHRG i might explode if i keep talking so lemme stop here while i can

back to the drawing, shinobus having the time of his life spinning that omelette good 4 him and mayois been delegated to rice ball duty lol loser

Lady Pirate from Holic Trick !! say hi to origin of mr placeholder !!!! hiiiiii !!!! uve been working so hard how does it feel to be home u better cherish it cuz ur coming back later, luv u mr placeholder. but ya self explanatory why i chose this outfit

Gothic Lace from Holic Trick !! hes such a pretty boy thats all i have to say for this

Adult Jumper from Pretty Rhythm (the brand in pripara) !! such a sweet and simple coord i dont think it needs a second version :]

Aromat Card Aroma from Love Devi !! it looks like the original has tarot cards but a card's a card in my book so they got the symbols. honestly it's mostly just me vaguely tasking inspiration from the original to create my own outfit but whateva im near the end and im having fun and i really liked this one so woohoo !!!! also that dress length is supposed to go to the ankle, it's just scrunched up rn hehe

Moonlight Purple from Baby Monster !! Last one !!!! I think the pripara characters deserve to have bigger hats dam !!! I think this is a very pretty outfit hehehe he's bound to get little shorts like these some day (me hoping and praying) !!!!

not one that i did cuz im too exhausted from all the drawing but i thought u needed to see this and imagine ninja association, kitty kitty meow meow ninja mayoi is so real in my head

wahoo thanks for going thru the whole thing !!! I feel like u can reeaallly obviously tell which of mayoi's aesthetics are the ones i like the most lol are any of us surprised that my favorite 5star of his is his feature scout ^_^ BTW!! if any of u want me to draw any enstars character in any pripara outfit I WILL SO DO IT !!!!!! or even aikatsu outfit hehe cuz i'm also quite attached to that :] altho i may take a while cuz college is about 2 start orz rip my free time !!

one last thing b4 y'all leave !! ya as i just implied, i actually watched a bit of aikatsu (enough to get to the second protag is all i remember) i just ended up with a greater attachment to pripara cuz it was my very very first anime, but yea yurika's eternally flickering flame go listen to it and imagine it's mayoi maybe even wearing his fs trust me on this one u have to experience it please please please please heres the full version too (no shade to the vers w ozora i just think yurika fits mayois voice more), anyway im on my knees begging for this to be what his solo ends up like just cover the song it'll be fine no one will notice trust me mayoi u gotta sing this

#foosys art tag

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the-one-and-only-aroace · 2 years

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The real cultural appropriation

“Cultural appropriation” is an infamous term. Notably cried by triggered sjws (social justice warriors). The term has fed the flame of alt-right circles mocking the left. The phrase has taken the meaning of: the word a white sjw uses whenever a white person takes part in other cultures.

This obviously seems ridiculous. White people shouldn’t be barred from experiencing cultures that they didn’t grow up with. That often reinforces internal biases through unfamiliarity of how other races live. And besides, how do we even draw the line of which cultures are free to grab? No country is truly “white”, so should white people only be able to interact with their culture? Of course not.

So a white woman should be able to get locs in her hair? Absolutely not. In no case should white people try to emulate such things that are inherent to blackness. These two things seem like total contradictions, even though they very much aren’t.

So what is the difference between these two sentiments? Why is cultural appropriation actually bad, and what is it exactly? And yes, this is coming from a biracial latine (and don’t say a damn word about the e) person who’s very much not white, so delete whatever angry reply you have about “woke white people”.

So what is cultural appropriation? Cultural appropriation is the disrespectful and racist use of the cultures of poc (people of color) by people (mainly white people) not of the race that formed and actively participates in that culture.

Seems simple doesn’t it? But where do you draw the line? What’s the difference between wearing a sombrero on dia de les muertos and wearing box braids. There are two main deciding factors to know of something is cultural appropriation or not.

First, is what piece they are taking part in, and what it means. Wearing a kimono isn’t necessarily appropriating Japanese culture. While it does carry history behind it, there is no reverence given to it. There is no importance to it.

What wouldn’t be okay according to this factor, is box braids/any protective style used mainly in black communities. To black women (and the black community at large), their hair isn’t just hair. It carries a huge symbol of their identity. And they’ve had to fight for it. In the 90s, there were huge amounts of advertisements and products claiming to “fix” could hair.

White women (who are the main partakers in hair focused appropriation) wearing braids is an insult, it’s a flaunting of their privilege. With the natural hair movement making protective styles “trendy”, white women are suddenly showing an interest in these styles. And they can wear box braids, no one will tell them it’s “unprofessional”. They don’t have to deal with the things black people do for the sake of living their life. They get the “trendiness” of it without any of the discrimination.

The second factor is, intention. While this is subjective, it’s still important to consider. Any element of a foreign culture anyone wants to enjoy, they must respect. Dressing up in a plastic huipil as a Halloween costume is extremely racist. On the other hand, wanting to explore Mexican culture through traditional dress is perfectly fine. One is dehumanizing, treating a huipil as a fun play toy with no history. The other is respectful, it gives acknowledgment to the people and history behind the huipil.

Another part of this is the source of this os the source. Who is benefiting from your exploration? Are you buying a dream catcher from an indigenous person? Will they earn money from it? Are you buying a plastic dream catcher from a white person? Are you giving someone who doesn’t respect the significance of it money to continue selling them?

So yes, it does matter. It matters because these are real histories behind white people’s play. There are tears and blood behind the fight to live our cultures, to be ourselves. The mistaken definition white people have given the term doesn’t make it any less real. Poc fight everyday against racism, and it doesn’t give white people the right to play their games.

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zante-selachi · 2 months

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unveiling my Shadow Company OC

pushes him to the front this is how he looks for now, dont remember if i made any additional changes after drawing this hshsh (Leopard was his old callsign) also im not the best w/ writing on tumblr cus i dont really post here so...

anyway if anyone wanna use him for any SC prompts/drabbles/writings, feel free to do so or ask me/dm me about him :3

will insert some sketches of him i did which also have his old design at the bottom

CW: mention of torture, unhealthy coping mechanisms

Callsign: Belantik / Orion (based on the constellation) he doesnt mind whichever bc both mean the same thing, just in Malay and English

He/him, pansexual, 5'10 and Malaysian. He has tanned skin with hazel eyes (i suck at colouring so if he looks off, im sorry 💀)

He likes to paint his nails black or any other dark colours and wear rings when not on mission

He has a scar on his neck from when he was tortured really badly bc his captors wanted to silence his screams

Sucks to be them, he can still talk but not for too long/too much bc it hurts so most of the time he doesnt talk unless he needs to and this made him looks like that one scary higher-up that will stare you down--and he will--but the point is that he. Will. Get. His. Point. Across. No. Matter. What.

Orion who was only working with SC temporarily for quick cash but they somehow wormed their way into his heart and he eventually signed his life away to the devil (Graves, that smug man) and found himself being in a whole ass PMC after years of working alone/being vigilant

He took some time to adjust being in a team again and trusting them with his back because ✨trauma✨ but once he got the hang of it, he is fiercely protective of the men and will stop at nothing for them

Orion who wakes up every morning very dazed and just smiles at whatever the men are doing, no matter how chaotic they are while he sips at his tea (he rarely drinks coffee bc it makes him sleepier) has a sketch of this below‼️

Orion (a Captain) who would make sure his men come back from their mission alive. Banged up to the hell and back but alive and able to get back on their feet while he hovers over them whenever possible to make sure they rest properly

Las Almas absolutely devastated him and he isolated himself for some time bc it reminded him of bad times, felt like he didnt do good enough for his men and Graves

Orion who grumbles with a scowl on his face at how stupid the men are while he just stands and watches them, not even trying to stop their antics (because he likes seeing how happy they are, missions are hard enough and hes not stopping them from having fun)

Anytime he grumbles or shit talks someone, he would revert back to his native language which is Malay. Examples of what he would say below :>

"Ni lah dia budak2 zaman sekarang..." (Kids nowadays I swear...) [exasperated & fond]

"Orang dah kata jangan buat, dia buat jugak. Kan dah kena." (I said to not do it and they still did it. Serve you right.) [amused]

"Susah lah aku kerja ngan orang2 bodoh cam si botak ni, beruban aku sial." (It's so damn hard working with dumbasses like this bald fucker, im gonna grow white hair atp) [angry]

"Pale hotak kau." (Are you fucking dumb.) [deadpan]

"Commander tersayang aku ni... bongok gak." (My beloved Commander... just as idiotic) [fond]

"Aku benci mat saleh, babi pahal sedap sangat suara ngan accent??" (I hate white ppl [slang, but in this he actually just meant non-Malaysians] why the hell are their voices and accents so damn nice??) [frustrated & flustered]

Silly facts when i was first making him

- I wasnt sure if i wanted him in tf141, kortac, or sc but chose sc bc ehem graves... hello...

- i forgot about giving him his number in sc oops but maybe 2-15?

Sketches!

1&2 are based on a tt video (old design)

3 is self-explanatory (old design)

4 is eepy and smiley Orion (current design)

5 is his first ever design‼️‼️

Thats all for now, thank u goodnight runs away

#shadow company ocs #cod mw2 #shadow company #traditional art #art #shadow ocs #shadow 2-15 #zante's stars #zante's art

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hiael · 8 months

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Heya^^

I have some ask about Hiael for the MC & OC ask game!

General Info 01 Do they have a nickname?

General Info 09 Do they attend RAD? What is their role there? Their best subject/the one they teach? Club activties? If they don't attend RAD, what do they do?

Concept and Design 03 What is the biggest change you have made from their original concept?

Concept and Design 08 Anything you heavily associate with them? A color, a word, a picture, or something else?

Thank you so much for the ask game! It takes time to answer each question, but it's extremely fun!

_General Info 01

Do they have a nickname?

Yes, he has! In fact, her name came from a nickname her mother had given to a friend of hers, Hae (which in Hangul means “the girl who is like the ocean” – but there are variations that say it means “Sun”, one day I will find out if it's true), but since Hae is a girl's name, she put an L at the end and turned it into Hael. It can also (according to Google) mean “who is like God” or “generous, generous, kind, liberal”. It wasn't planned, it was Raphael until Rahel (angel) appeared, and I got offended and took Rap out of the way, left Hael and invented a story :) So, you can call him Hael, Hae, or Nao (affectionately given by his younger brother)

_General Info 09

Do they attend RAD? What is their role there? Their best subject/the one they teach? Club activties? If they don't attend RAD, what do they do?

Eles estudam na RAD, atualmente são intercambistas (só era para ser por um ano, por que ele está aqui fazendo o 3º ano de intercambista? Ele não aguenta mais ir às aulas…) e membro do grupo estudantil grupo do conselho. Após as aulas ou em dias livres como sábados, ele ministra aulas sobre o mundo humano (cultura, política, música, esportes, anatomia, biologia, saúde, filosofia e tecnologia) para quem tiver interesse.

It is not a professional, mandatory or daily class, but he wanted to teach something more about the human world from a more human perspective because he is dissatisfied with the classes taught by demon teachers trained in humanology.

Concept and Design 03

What is the biggest change you have made from their original concept?

Surprisingly, I had a good idea of what they looked like for a long time. When I went to put it on paper, my biggest problem was the color of their hair. At the time, I still drew traditionally, so when I finally switched to digital, a lot of things changed, including the hair color. It was black, it went to light brown, it went to dark brown, it went to gray, it went to red, and back to black, but I still want to change the color too. If you ask me, I just say he likes to dye his hair.

I was going to post a drawing of him too, but Ibis Paint did the favor of deleting my drawing (which was almost ready). I'm suffering from this again, maybe I'll post it this week if I can find time to draw.

Concept and Design 08

Anything you heavily associate with them? A color, a word, a picture, or something else?

Peaches, strawberries and stars. I just imagine this being his vibe on different days, despite his face, Hael is actually someone very sensitive.

#obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me #obey me ask game #obey me oc mc

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mcnuggyy · 4 years

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As a white person and budding artist (that sure is. An intro) I'm always super careful to try and avoid harmful cultural and visual stereotypes in my art and practice sketches. I was wondering if you have/have posted any tips for drawing mexican people? I always do research before drawing anyone from a different culture or of a different race but it can be tricky to find things written by theae minorities themselves and I am always hesitant to take tips from another white artist on drawing other races 😅 (I also apologise if I worded anything badly here, I'm autistic and struggle to word things sometimes! Please feel free to correct me if I did!)

Heyo! I think the biggest reason there isn’t or even I haven’t ever made a how to draw Mexicans is ‘cause Mexico is very very diverse, and the majority of us are Mestizo ( “mixed race, especially one having Spanish and indigenous descent.”) There are definitely racist stereotypes to avoid such as orange skin, thick black mustache, lazy, alcoholic, poncho wearing, Mexican. Obviously. But this is just one small part of the coin, when there is a lot of anti-blackness, and anti-indigenous sentiments in our own communities, EVEN THOUGH, the majority of us ARE mixed race. This has to do with colonization, and the way the Spaniards just really fucked us over, brain washed us, and made being a White Mexican the IDEAL Mexican. So there’s a LOT to unpack there.

Especially with Mestizos being prejudice towards their Indigenous communities WHILE STILL practicing the very same important practices that came from those communities (Dia De Muertos for example) Basically there’s an issue of still wanting to be Mexican, and have pride in your country, and culture, but not wanting be like those "dirty brown” Mexicans. To the point where the government is constantly trying to push the “we are all one Mexican race and nation” while actively trying to get people to essentially erase our Indigenous communities. Like there’s this big idea of “marrying White” that even my mom used to believe in for a while, because her own mother taught her that as well in order to assimilate and what not. Again, lots of colorism and bigotry within our own communities. It’s a very big and complex issue, that we can thank the Spaniards for ( and the Mexican government who continues to uphold these toxic ideas), YAYY colonization!!! Weeee!!!!

( I mean I can even see it in my own family, with my dad’s side of the family clearly not being able to pass as White being severely impoverished, while my mom’s side of the family, who overall is much more White passing, have been able to hold positions of power in large companies and can even afford to buy more than one house)

Sorry to get into that very long rant, but I do think it’s very important to know this information to get started with actually figuring out how to accurately portray a Mexican, Tejano, Mex-Am, Afro-Mexican etc. Because well, anyone can be Mexican, just like anyone can be American! But I’ll get into the main communities that exist in Mexico to help you out!

So again, Mestizos (mixed-race) are the biggest group in Mexico, making up over 93% of the population! So that’s a good chunk of us jaja! So it’s good to talk about how different you can look in a mixed-race family! And what better example than my own family!

Both my parents look very “stereotypically” Mexican by American standards, especially my dad who is the absolute definition of a macho ranchero Mexicano jaja. Both my parents come from small farming communities in Mexico, but look very different themselves! Each pueblo kinda has their own differences too! The people from my mom’s pueblo all tend to have much lighter skin, with cool undertones, some even have blue or green eyes, and red hair! While the people from my dad’s pueblo (98 people in total there, very very small jajaja) Tend to have deep red undertones, thick dark hair, curly hair, hooked noses, and very very rarely hazel eyes! So it’s no wonder me and my siblings look so different as well! (none of us are adopted I assure you)

So I’m very lucky cause I have a HUGE family to use as reference, and reference is key!!! but there are many cool Mexican celebrities and public figures you can use as reference if you don’t happen to know anyone (tho It’s always good to have friends with different experiences from your own as always)

But here’s some examples of how different mestizos can look, including some of my own specific references!

There is also our Indigenous communities “ Mexico's indigenous population is one of the two largest in the Americas (only Peru is comparable in size). More than one in ten Mexicans speaks an indigenous language”

I really recommend checking out this website to learn more, as this is something I’m still learning more about myself!

Then of course we have our Afro-Mexican community! Mexico is cruel to it’s Indigenous communities, but even more so to Afromexicanos, who until recently were completely ignored by Mexico’s census. You can read more about this issue here. Spaniards of course play a big part in the issues that face Afromexicanos today. You can learn even more about this history here!

Did you know Lupita Nyong’o is Mexican! (A fellow Lupita <3 )

And of course, can’t forget White Mexicans! Don’t think the Spaniards just left after a while, because they stayed jajaja. (Look no further than Novellas and most big celebrates for some examples fhhffhf)

So there really is no absolute way to represent us! (which was an issue I had with Coco actually.. with everyone having the exact same orange/brown skin) There is certainly a picture that comes to American’s heads when they think “Mexican” but in reality, things are much more diverse, beautiful, and complicating than that!

However I do have some small little things I personally like to do to help indicate when I’m making a Mexican / Mex-Am character design based off of all of the information above along with my family and friends as reference!

Moles! I don’t know why, but every Latino I know has so many moles.... from my childhood friends to my ex boyfriend, to every single cousin have... MOLES MOLES MOLES! Why? I haven’t a clue, but I always add them to my character designs jajaja! Even if it’s just a little one on the neck <3

Thick hair! It is a curse and a blessing. My grandpa will never bald compared to a white man, but in exchange I have to deal with shaving my chin every day to compensate LMAO. So I like giving my characters thick eyebrows, dark body hair, or thicker hair than most designs! It’s cool and neat!!! But please be mindful about how you do this as there have been white artists who have done this in racist and harmful ways, such as rcdart. ( X ) ( X )

I also recommend checking out shows like El Tigre, and Victor y Valentino, for some more fun and simple designs that show a wide variety of Mexican characters! (Also I just love Jorge R Gutierrez’s designs in general jaja)

Hope this helps! <3

#long post #wow this got really long #but HEY! there's lots to talk about jajaa #and this is like very limited to my own knowledge as well so fjhjrf #yeah!!!#anonymous #replies #callate guero

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softluci · 3 years

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family friendly dialogue prompts ^_^

[ i just wanted to make a list of all the fun things that bounce around in my head, in the form of dialogue/action prompts/lines that i can (and probs will) draw from whenever. it can (and probably would) be mc saying these things, or it can be a man of your choice, but anyone can use these if they so choose, but if you do, just tag me so i can see what you’ve done with the chaos of my brain. or, if you wanna send me a number, i can write a small thing for you ^_^ ]

1. “if i have to—shut the fuck up—if i have to open this fridge again and find that we have no juice, i swear—”

2. “woke up today. never wanna hear jesus loves me ever again.”

3. “it is time for the immense power of violence.”

4. “no because if vivaldi ‘didn’t intend’ for me to shake my ass to his music then why do i feel such an inclination to do so?”

5. [holding a can of lysol and a lighter] “do you wanna see a magic trick?”

6. “and then i said, ‘because god don’t like ugly, and you’re not cute,’ and i got in so much trouble.”

7. “i can’t tell you what we do in there, it’s a total violation of the bro code.” [i was absolutely, 100% thinking of beel and his teammates.]

8. [“are you ticklish?”] “are you willing to die to find out?”

9. “i think if barbatos appeared even a little bit annoyed with me, i would just have to die.”

10. “i’m not saying i’m attracted to him or anything, i’m just saying, given the chance—”

11. “if you guys see me, like, shaking my ass to big time rush, just don’t say anything.” [“what?”] “i said if—you—see—”

12. “and i was like ‘you have to die,’ even though, at the time, i didn’t even know what death was, but i meant it—”

13. “one time i was babysitting this little girl, and we were making bracelets together. i see she’s making two, so i ask who the other one is for—she fucking goes, ‘oh, it’s for the man in my closet!’ my heart very swiftly falls out of my ass.”

14. “some of you bitches are very odd.”

15. “me, personally, i think i’m pretty neat, but lucifer seems to think i’m a public enemy.”

16. “stop that.” [“stop what?”]

17. “bye, squidward, bye, mr. krabs! byeeee, squidwaaaard.” [but it’s two obm men. it is barbatos and dia, in that order, don’t ask questions.]

18. “i am formally apologizing in advance for the person i am going to become if i ever see [man] with his hair pushed back.” [barbatos. this is about b—]

19. “did i commit arson? technically.” [“‘technically’?”]

20. “if i were to bite you, like, a little bit—”

21. “all everyone does is stare at me from afar and whisper, like, bitch, if you don’t give me a fucking kiss—”

22. “everyone is like, ‘are you okay?’ i eat breakfast at four in the afternoon, don’t ask silly questions.”

23. “one time, one of the boys walked up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek while lucifer was talking to me— i have never seen someone look so murderous and confused.” [again, was absolutely thinking of beel and his teammates.]

24. “i think my parents tried so hard to make me religious because they could tell from my eyes that i thoroughly believed god was dead.”

25. “and he was like, ‘you like me?’ and when i tell you i almost fell over.”

26. “you know, under normal circumstances, i am pretty laid back, but i was in the middle of my second nap for today, and you have just committed a felony.”

27. “in theory, it was my fault. in actuality, it was also my fault, but what we should be focusing on is why none of you made any efforts to hide that trap door.” [“it was hidden.”] “then how and why was it so easily found by my dead little eyes?”

28. “what was i supposed to do, let it go?” [“yes.”] “well, i’ll tell you what, i was never known for my virtue.”

29. “and then he ate my poptart, so i had no choice but to show him that actions have consequences.” [“what’d you do?”] “i threw a desk at him.”

30. “embarrassing mammon is my favorite pastime.” [“you know you’re not actually embarrassing him, right?”]

#yes i am a barbatos enjoyer how did u know #everyone should be a barbatos enjoyer (affectionate)#obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me barbatos #obey me dia #obey me diavolo #obey me mammon #obey me luficer #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphie #obey me belphegor

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razieltwelve · 3 years

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Comparison (Final Rose AU)

Note: If Fang had a twin sister, she’d be called Claw. Because why not?

X X X

Fang raised one eyebrow as Diana clambered up onto the couch and wrapped her arms around her as tightly as she could. “Not that I mind getting a hug, but you’re not plotting again, are you?”

Diana tilted her head to one side and hummed thoughtfully. “Just give me a second, mommy...” She continued to hug Fang for a bit longer before nodding in satisfaction. “Hmm... interesting...”

Letting go of Fang, Diana moved over to Claw and wrapped her arms around the other woman. “Hmm...” She tightened her hold and moved her arms back and forth. “Not quite the same.”

“What’s not the same?” Claw asked.

Diana let go of her aunt and then rubbed her chin. “Aunt Vanille says you two are identical twins, but you don’t feel identical. I think mommy is roughly 2.7 Cuddle Units cuddlier than you.”

“Cuddle Units?” Fang asked. “What are those?”

“Aunt Vanille has been researching how cuddly things are. Cuddle Units are the unit of measurement she came up with.” Diana nodded firmly. “You’re just a little bit cuddlier than Aunt Claw, mommy.”

Claw snickered. “Should I feel bad that I’m not as cuddly as you, Fang?”

“It could just be personal preferences. After all, Diana is my kid.” Fang shrugged. “She might be biased.”

“I’m not biased, mommy.” Diana huffed. “I am being perfectly scientific and impartial. You measure exactly 132.7 Cuddle Units, but Aunt Claw is only 130 Cuddle Units.”

“For reference,” Claw asked. “Who is the cuddliest person in this house.”

Diana looked about furtively. “Promise you won’t tell?”

“Of course, we won’t.” Claw winked. “It’ll be our secret.”

Diana lowered her voice. “Mom is the cuddliest. She’s at least 150 Cuddle Units. It’s hard to be sure, though, since she doesn’t like people hugging her. Averia is around 140 Cuddle Units, but she’s been getting cuddlier over time, so she might catch up to mom. Plus, Averia lets me hug her.”

Fang and Claw exchanged grins. It wasn’t so much Averia letting Diana hug her, as Averia being a complete pushover when it came to Diana’s barnacle-like behaviour.

“Heh.” Claw chuckled. “Who would have guessed the hedgehog was so cuddly?”

“What was that?”

Claw froze and then turned. Lightning was standing behind the couch. “Oh, hey. Nice to see you, my wonderfully kind sister-in-law who would never dream of murdering her wife’s twin sister.”

“Of course, I wouldn’t murder you. Fang would be sad.” Lightning shrugged. “I’d just mangle you and let Vanille patch you back up.”

“...” Claw nudged Fang. “Remind me again how you’ve managed to survive this long.”

“Being pretty much indestructible helps,” Fang replied. She grinned at Lightning. “You’re back early. Where’s Averia?”

“She’s just cleaning up outside since she got pretty muddy at soccer practice.”

Diana’s eyes gleamed at the mention of mud. “Muddy? Can I go outside and spray her with the hose?”

Lightning pursed her lips. On one hand, letting Diana spray Averia with a hose would undoubtedly draw the pink-haired girl’s ire. On the other hand, it would be hilarious, and Averia was absolutely covered in mud. There was no way she’d be able to make it into the house without tracking it everywhere. “Sure. Have fun.”

Diana cackled evilly. “Averia!” she shouted as she ran for the front door. “Let me help you!”

“You know,” Fang said. “That’s just asking for trouble.” Moments later there was an outraged scream followed by maniacal cackling followed by more screaming and the sounds of a scuffle. “And people think I’m the evil one.”

“I do only what is necessary,” Lightning quipped. She nodded at Claw. “Is there a reason you’re hiding out at our house again? Please, don’t tell me you made Acier mad again.”

“You know, for a Dia she can be quite scary. It’s like the only thing she learned from Vanille was that if at first you don’t have a big enough gun, then you should just make a bigger one.” Claw smirked. “But, no, I did not get her mad at me again. She and the kids are off doing some experiments down at the lab with Vanille. I figured I’d come hang out with my favourite twin sister for a while.”

“I’m your only twin sister.”

“Which makes you my favourite by default.”

Fang’s lips twitched, and she ruffled Claw’s hair. “You’re lucky I love you. Otherwise, I’d have to stab you.”

“Lightning really has been rubbing off on you. Besides, you’d feel bad if you stabbed me. I might actually get hurt.”

“Depends on what I stabbed you with. A normal weapon? Not a chance.” Fang picked up the butter knife she’d been using to butter her scones and flicked it at her sister’s eye.

“Seriously?” Claw rolled her eyes, and the projectile bounced off her eyeball. For a brief moment, her entire body gleamed an eerie silvery colour before returning to normal. “That was immature.”

“Meh.” Fang waved off the comment. “But that’s new.” She tilted her head to one side. “Lunarium, if I’m not mistaken.”

“Yeah. Vanille wasn’t keen on letting me eat a block of the stuff, but she figured it would be worth it in the end. Transmuting my entire body into lunarium is pretty handy since it’s impervious to chemical attack and durable enough that even a plasma forge struggles to work with it. It is magnetic, though, but I’m working on combining it with some other things to get rid of that as well.”

“Not bad. How are you going with processing that stuff I made for you?” Fang asked.

Claw chuckled. “The more exotic stuff that Ragnarok makes does take a while to process, and it is more energy-consuming to transmute myself into. However, it is pretty damn useful to have. That material you gave me is about 10,000 times stronger than perfect graphene with none of its weaknesses, so it’s handy to have access to. But lunarium is nice because of it’s Aura-related properties.”

“That’s right,” Lightning said. “If you transmute your body into lunarium, it should massively boost what you can do with your Aura due to how Aura sensitive lunarium is.”

“Yep.” Claw smirked. “In terms of efficiency, transmuting my body into lunarium lets me cut my typical Aura consumption by 90%. It also lets me boost my maximum output by at least 500%. So, yeah, I can fight for longer and hit way harder, even without counting the durability of lunarium.” Claw shrugged. “It does help that lunarium is also self-repairing when exposed to Aura. Unlike some people, I can’t simply laugh off a missing limb.” She looked pointedly at Fang. “That said, transmuting my body into lunarium lets me do that - assuming whoever I’m fighting can even sever a limb in the first place.”

“It’s a pity I can’t give you anything I make,” Lightning murmured.

“Heh. Saviour’s materials give me a really bad case of indigestion.” Claw shrugged. “But what can you do?”

“I can still hear screaming from outside,” Fang drawled. “Should we go and deal with the kids?”

“No.” Lightning’s Semblance flared for a moment to let her see through the walls of the house. Diana was clinging onto Averia’s back while trying to grab hold of the hose. “They should be done any second now.”

X X X

Author’s Notes

So, yeah, if Fang had a twin sister, that’s how she’d be. Her Semblance is a shard of Rangarok the same way that Lumina and Serah have Semblances that are shards of Saviour. In Claw’s case, it lets her transmute her body into various substances.

Initially, she could only transmute her body into a substance that she was in physical contact with, so she had to carry around bits of steel and so on. Later, she developed the ability to digest almost anything. Consuming enough of a material let her transmute herself into that material even without being in contact with it while also reducing the cost of transferring and speeding up the speed of the transformation.

Eventually, she gains the ability to selectively modify what she transmutes into based on the materials she has consumed. For example, not only can she transform into steel, but she can transmute into more exotic variants of steel with differing properties. Of course, steel is fairly pedestrian. Something that both her wife (Acier) and Vanille have made a point of doing is feeding her various materials to ensure she has proper coverage. Lunarium, for instance, is immensely Aura conductive, completely impervious to chemical attack, and has physical durability so great that it takes a high level plasma forge to even work on it at all. Its only real weakness is that it’s magnetic, but it won’t be long before Claw combines it with other substances to create a variant that can’t be influenced by magnetism. Likewise, Fang often feeds her things that Ragnarok has come up with.

Claw’s Semblance is completely reflexive. Even if she is unconscious, her body will automatically transmute to defend itself, provides she has enough Aura. The transmutation is total, meaning all of her tissue is transformed. This means that transmuting herself renders her immune to poisons, toxins, and other similar agents. Likewise, transmuting into a self-repairing substance like lunarium can also heal her injuries. For this reason, one of the most importance substances she can transmute into is the stuff that Vanille’s protospheres are made out of. That substance is a poly-mimetic alloy that can take on complex forms including, but not limited to blades, firearms, and so on.

At full mastery, her Semblance can also transmute her immediate surroundings although in combat, this is typically done by picking up objects. The transmutation, however, is not permanent and will wear off once the Aura invested into the object is depleted. Still, this means she can pick up a piece of paper and transmute it into a sheet of steel. Doing this on something she isn’t in direct physical contact with is immensely more difficult, and maintaining the transmutation is more difficult the further the object gets from her, which means it takes greater effort to transmute long-range projectiles than short-range ones.

But, yeah, that’s how Claw would be.

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obeyme-sinners · 4 years

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Love languages with the boys (pt 3)

And finally, we have come to the undateables... not gonna lie, these were a struggle for me since we don’t see as much of them in the game, but I did my best based on what I’ve seen and what my own headcanons are for them! We got Diavolo, Barbatos, Solomon and Simeon here!

(I swear that someday I’ll stop writing in the time past midnight, but tonight is not that night)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Diavolo

Receiving

All he wants~ is your time~ and your touch~ like seriously, he will actually melt whenever you show up out of the blue to hang out with him. He’ll make the time to make sure that you two are undisturbed, and he’ll love to just sit around and listen to you talk as he plays with your hair. Or he’ll help you out with homework but you’ll have to keep him from just telling you the answers so that you’ll have some more leisure time with him... you’ll probably have to talk him out of moving you to the castle so you won’t have to make the walk from the House of Lamentation and back so often.

Second tier stuff is gifts and words of affirmation. He’s generally not a huge person for gifts, because people will just buy him like, whatever is super expensive or flashy. But if you give him something personal, like something that means something to you, or something that you made yourself?? He will treasure it for the rest of time, seriously. And really, he’s generally pretty confident... but for the few times where he starts feeling really stressed about all his goals and dreams, nothing will help him feel better like you do when you just give him some encouragement and help him work through his thoughts on the matter.

His bottom thing is acts of service. He just... doesn’t entirely see the point of it, when he has a legion of servants (and, uh, Barbatos) to help him out. It’s nothing you need to worry about, really! Everything that needs to be is covered, and the small mountain of paperwork is really just... something that needs his signature, so he has to do that stuff on his own (unless he decides to give Lucifer some of the pile, but he doesn’t entirely like having to do so)

Giving

Honestly, this guy just wants to have you around him all the time. And he wants you as close as he can get you... at all times. Because honestly to him there’s no way to show your affection like being able to hold the object of your affection. Like, as the honorary ruler of the Devildom (honestly at this point he might as well be crowned King with how long his father has been sleeping) he can do whatever the hell he want - and if he wants you in his lap, you’re gonna be there. At least, as long as you’re alright with it. He draws the line at forcing you into anything, because honestly it’s no fun if you’re not willing. But during meetings, while he’s working on paperwork, even sometimes during meals, he’ll have you in his lap and will continue working smoothly around you. He’s talented like that. And kind of an add on to this - gifting. His gifting is ridiculous when he really gets invested. He will shower you in everything you could ever want, and just add on a uhhhhh fat stack of cash on top of that just in case there’s something that you want that he somehow missed.

After all that, his lesser language is words of affirmation. He’s pretty good with his words, but sometimes after long days of meetings and speeches and working out school events and administration issues and whatever concerns teachers or students might have brought up... he just wants to chill out and stop talking for a while. He’d rather just hold you close and snuggle up to you. But when he does start talking, watch out because he will make you turn as red as his hair with his silver tongue. Also probably one of the best people ever to talk you out of emotional ruts, if you need it.

Lastly, once more, his bottom language is acts of service - unless sending someone else to help you out counts? He’s lived as royalty all his life, he’s used to getting minor things taken care of at the wave of a hand. Anything that really requires him in particular is usually more for necessity than anything, so he doesn’t really see it as an affection thing.

Barbatos

Receiving

With this guy, be prepared - any time he may or may not get away from serving Diavolo (or anyone else, for that matter) that happens to line up with your free time is going to be monopolized by him. He’s always working, but he craves to spend what time he has with you, and it grates at him when he can’t. But when you show up at the castle just before dinner and meet him in the kitchen while he cooks for Diavolo and his guests, he can’t help the smile that finds him. He’ll probably be smiling all the way through his time as he gets to talk to you and hear about your day. Along with that, he’s an absolute sucker for praise and though he might not show it, little reassurances that his service and his efforts are appreciated and not so taken for granted will really lift his spirits.

After that, his next languages are touch and acts of service. He enjoys the little ways that you show your affection, with little brushes of your hands against him or a quick hug given as a hello or goodbye, it’ll always leave him craving a little more and thinking back on it while he works. And really, if you even just offer to take on some little task for him, it is always deeply appreciated, though depending on what it is he may... or may not end up wanting to watch over you and help you through it.

His bottom is gifts! He loves getting little baubles and trinkets from you, but they really aren’t necessary to him. He’ll still thank you for each one and make sure to keep them on his shelves or something so he can see them when he’s getting ready for the day and start it off with a smile.

Giving

Maybe at this point it’s kind of ingrained in him or maybe it’s the thing that he knows that he can do best - but his top love language is acts of service. He just like... automatically finds himself falling into habits around you so that he can help you along with anything that you might need, though he’s much less formal with you than he usually is when with company. You can definitely tell that he’s doing it for you and not because he’s being told to by a superior. Also with that, gifting! Be ready to find little tokens of his appreciation in the places where you’re usually sitting or hanging out. Dried flowers, crystals and gemstones, rings or necklaces or other little pieces of jewelry that aren’t too conspicuous - he’ll leave them when he passes by wherever he knows you will be later, even if it’s as little as a few minutes later. No one dares touch said gifts for fear of him coming after them.

This is where quality time and words of affirmation comes in for him~ as said earlier, when he knows that you both have some free time that lines up well, he’ll be there to hang out for as long as possible. And if you’re feeling down, he’ll do his best to get Diavolo to release him from his daily duties early (not too hard, though Dia is always reluctant to go without his cooking at dinner) so that he can head over and comfort you. He’s rather elegant with his words when he wants to be, and boy can he flirt, even - and especially - when he’s giving sincere compliments. Anything that he says you can take as truth, because honestly? He wouldn’t lie to you, and you can trust him with that at least.

His bottom language is touch. Though he does always want a little more from you, he’s kind of taught himself out of really needing it with his frightfully busy schedule - he’ll take it wherever he can get it, though.

Solomon

Receiving

For Solomon, his top languages are words of affirmation and time. He really just... likes to know that he is actually hot shit to someone (he’s not particularly self-conscious but when you’re constantly surrounded by incredibly powerful magical beings that would swat you like a gnat... it does shit to your perspective) and even if it isn’t about his magic! He loves to know that he really is someone that you care about! And really he just loves hanging around you - he spends a lot of time simply observing the world around him, and if you were to join him in doing so, he would thoroughly enjoy that (though it might turn into the two of you shit-talking others at some point. He’ll have you cackling along with him in no time when that happens)

Next up for him is physical touch and gifts. He loves getting little things from you, and most of the time he’ll be able to put whatever you give him to work in some form or another - using them to assist in his magic, potion-making, and whatever day-to-day things that he’ll find to use your gifts for. And, but for the times where he’s working his magic, he’ll love having your arm around him or having your fingers intertwined with his own while you’re sitting in class together.

For our magical lad, his bottom language is acts of service. He’ll appreciate it if you offer to help, but he generally prefers to do things himself.

Giving

First up, his top languages when he’s showing his love and appreciation for you is going to be words of affirmation and touch. Like, be prepared for him to be leaning close to you to whisper in your ear whatever compliments come to mind - they mind end up being a little... off the wall, and more than a little random, but they’ll usually get you to laugh along with him (probably while also getting you to blush). And he’ll also just want to have you wrapped around him at all times when he has the time for it. He loves having you in his lap, especially if you’re the right height for him to set his head on your head/shoulder. Top tier headrest right there.

Next up is gifts and quality time. He’ll probably show up to whatever dates you go on with some sort of magical item for you to have (or for you two to experiment with 030) and really... prepare to gather quite the collection of various magical items and potions. He’ll make sure to label everything with the appropriate usages and warnings so you know everything you need to about whatever he gives you~ and again, he really just likes spending time with you, watching people as they pass and snickering to you about how bad their outfits are. Shit talking king.

Once again, his bottom is acts of service... unless you consider the processes of making all the stuff he gives you acts of service, lol. He just thinks that there are better ways for him to show you his appreciation.

Simeon

Receiving

Wooo, finally to the precious angel~ now Simeon’s top love languages are gifts and acts of service, though really he’s not incredibly picky with any sort of love language you might use with him. He feels so incredibly happy when he gets something from you, whether it be something as simple as a cool rock you found or something that you made, or something that you spent money on for him - he will love each and every thing you give him. He just finds the things you give him so interesting, with the way you react to them. Each little thing is something for him to learn something about you through, and he couldn’t be happier because of that. And really, he feels especially appreciated when you put in the effort to help him with whatever he may be struggling with - you’re spending more energy than you should have to, just because you care about him.

After that, it’s touch and time (a popular pair, let’s face it). He adores spending his time with you, and he loves being able to even just hold your hand as the two of you walk around the Devildom. He’ll have his arms wrapped around your shoulders/waist with his head resting on top of you if possible while you’re standing together, eyes closed as he just takes in your warmth and your presence. And he especially loves movie nights, where he knows he can get comfortable for long periods of time with prolonged contact with you.

For him, his bottom one is words of affirmation - call it an angel thing, but he tends to just... already know what you’re trying to convey. He already knows for certain just how much you care for him, it’s obvious in all the other ways you show your affection for him.

Giving

When Simeon is the one that is showing his appreciation for you, his top languages are acts of service and words of affirmation! He’ll end up running little errands for you if he notices that you’re feeling overwhelmed, or if he just wants to be nice and lighten your burden just a little bit. And when he tells you of his affection for you, it will most often come in the form of little love notes. He most often will find proper cards to write on, but he’s not so picky that he won’t tear off a corner of a notebook page and pass you notes in class. Simeon has the most floral and sappy way of writing, too... so much pretty prose to describe just how deep his affection runs.

Next up isssss guess what, quality time and physical touch. Again, he just wants to be close to you - you’re so interesting, as a human and as someone who also just kind of got dumped into the Devildom. Based on the fact that you didn’t have any warning, he thinks that the way that you adapted to life there is simply incredible and he’s always wanting to find out more about you, in all the ways he can.

His last language is gifts - but as I mentioned earlier, he’s going pretty strong in all of these! He’ll still make little trinkets for you to fiddle with, bookmarks, little pieces of art or things that he thinks you could use. Really, he’s very thoughtful and will probably spend ample time making sure he’s got a handle on your personal style before he goes out of his way to give you anything.

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Artist in the Devildom

Jax has just arrived in the Devildom as the newest human exchange student at R.A.D. With Arianthi and the seven lords of the Devildom to guide them this exchange year should be a breeze. Right?

Written from the perspective of my non-binary OC, Jax Montgomery. Jax uses they/them pronouns.

This story takes place in the Truth or Dare AU where Mammon and Arianthi get engaged.

I would like to give a massive shout-out and heartfelt thank you to @fivenightsat-enbys for all their help and being so wonderfully patient with me and my questions.

The flash of bright white light is blinding, and my body feels like it’s falling through an endless tunnel. I know that this is allegedly safe, but that doesn’t stop me from scrunching my eyes closed and letting out a high pitched scream. I’m still screaming when I feel my feet touch solid ground. After a few seconds I simmer down and open my eyes, blinking away stars.

Once I can see again I find myself standing in front of two men and a girl around my age, in an office that can only be described as rich old white man aesthetic. Lots of large dark oak furniture, some obviously antique oil paintings of naked people and things I’ll probably have nightmares about later. Gold lighting fixtures.

Into it. Very into it.

I clutch onto my duffel bag and octopus plushie, shuffling my feet and giving them all an awkward wave.

“Yo,” I say, attempting a smile.

Given the current state of my stomach and the fact that I was currently standing in the Devildom, face to face with some real life demons, it feels a little forced.

Why did I agree to this? Definitely, most probably, in the top three of my worst ideas of all time.

The taller of the two men steps forward, flashing me an enthusiastic grin.

“Jax Monteiro? Welcome to the Royal Academy of Diavolo. We’re so excited to have another human student here!”

“Whoa! Down boy,” the girl says, stepping towards me with giggle, patting the auburn haired man on the arm. “Give them a second to adjust. Portal jumping is harder on us poor humans than it is on you all.”

She holds out her hand. “Hi Jax, I’m Arianthi Wolf. I’m the ambassador to all the exchange students here at R.A.D. And I’m a human student too, so you’re not all alone down here.”

She gives me a soft smile of reassurance.

I quickly give her hand a shake, returning the smile, mine more genuine this time. Arianthi is about six or seven inches shorter than me, with long curly black hair and bright green eyes. A smattering of freckles runs across her nose and cheeks, standing out against her pale skin.

I’d love to draw her.

I’m itching to get my hands on my sketchbook.

The guys too. And this room is insane.

She motions at the auburn haired man next to her. He towers over her, looking like a giant standing next to a pixie. I’ve always considered myself tall at 6′3, but this guy has a good six or seven inches on me.

This must be how mom felt when she asked me to get stuff off the high shelves at the grocery store.

“This is Lord Diavolo, founder of R.A.D., and the human, angel, demon exchange program here. The goal is to bring the celestial realm, human realm, and the Devildom closer together and foster a better understanding between the three.” She pauses for breath. “He’s also the prince of the Devildom.”

Holy shit.

“Do I need to like, bow or something?” I ask nervously.

Diavolo chuckles. “Please don’t. I just wanted to welcome you to the Devildom before returning to my duties. Arianthi will help you get settled in and go over your course schedule with you. You’ll be staying with her at the House of Lamentation along with the seven lords of the Devildom.” He gives me a boyish grin. “I hope your year with us is less eventful than Arianthi’s first year.”

“Diavolo!” Arianthi gives him an exasperated grin while he waggles his eyebrows at her.

He holds his hand up, laughing. “Sorry princess, I couldn’t resist.”

Princess? Oh, I’m totally asking her for a story time once we’re alone.

Diavolo motions the other man in the room forward. He’s closer to my size, with delicate features, turquoise hair, and moss green eyes.

“This is my servant Barbatos. If you find yourself needing anything and are unable to reach Arianthi or any of the lords, he can help you.”

Barbatos offers me a small nod.

“Barbatos is the one who really runs things here.” Arianthi gives me a mischievous smirk. “He’s also an amazing chef. The best baker in all three realms. His devilberry tarts are to die for.”

She mimes swooning.

Barbatos beams at her praise. “You flatter me Arianthi.”

Diavolo rubs his hands together, smiling. “Well, we really do need to be going. I have to welcome the new angels to Purgatory Hall. I’ll leave you to it Arianthi. Don’t worry Jax, you’re in very good hands.”

He gives Arianthi a wink.

Hate to break it to you Diavolo but as cute as she is, I’m more interested in how good your hands are.

“Dia!” Arianthi gives him a dirty look. “Stop that! I’m sure Jax doesn’t appreciate it, and you know Mammon hates it when you do that.”

Mammon? A third player has entered the game. This could be some spicy telenovela shit. Must. Know. Now.

Diavolo just chuckles at her and exits the room, Barbatos in tow.

“Okay, tell me everything princess. I have to know.” I smirk at her and she rolls her eyes good naturally.

“Dia and I were a.....thing for a while.” She waves her hand dismissively, looking slightly annoyed. “He’s still a little in his feelings about things, but I’m engaged now. Sometimes he likes to push my fiance’s buttons. Diavolo is a lot of fun but he is a world class shit stirrer.”

“Mammon is the fiance?” I guess.

She gives me a soft smile. “Yeah. He lives at the House of Lamentation too, so you’ll be meeting him soon. Anyways, we should get going. Do you need help carrying anything?”

I hold up my duffel bag and my plushie. “This is all I brought with me. But you can carry Samson if you want.”

I hand over the large purple octopus.

“He. Is. Adorable. Levi would love him.” She cuddles Samson close to her chest as she leads me out of Diavolo’s office.

“So, right now we’re in the Demon Lord’s Castle. Diavolo and Barbatos live here, and there are always some high ranking demons staying here too, trying to get in good with Diavolo. You’ll be here off and on throughout the year for parties and things like that. Hopefully you’ll escape the “bonding sleepover” ordeal I went through my first year.” She shudders.

“Bonding sleepover? Like a summer camp bonding sleepover?” I quirk an eyebrow at her.

She gives me a long suffering look. “Dia is like a kid in a candy store when it comes to human world activities. It was his idea.”

I chuckle. “It was that bad?”

Arianthi holds up a hands and starts ticking events off on her fingers.

“I got sucked into an evil possessed painting with some others and we ended up in the dungeon. In the dungeon we were almost eaten by Henry 1.0, who may be the biggest snake to ever exist, like anywhere. Then when we tried to get a picture of Lucifer sleeping we ended up getting chased by Cerberus and we wound up in the dungeon again. Where Henry 1.0 tried to eat us. Again. And there was a pillow fight where everyone ended up unconscious except for Diavolo and Lucifer. And me, but only because I was hiding under my bed.”

I stare at her, mouth open, debating if she’s being serious or not. She looks back at me, face unchanged.

“Oh, wow, you’re actually being serious,” I say.

I don’t know if I’m terrified or....nope. Definitely a little terrified after that story. And why did they want a picture of Lucifer sleeping?

As if she can sense my fear Arianthi gives my shoulder a comforting squeeze. “I know it sounds insane but every day isn’t going to be like that here. And you’ll always have someone looking out for you.”

I breathe out a sigh of relief and give her a quick grin. “Thanks, Arianthi.”

We make our way outside, and I’m startled by the fog and dim sunlight.

It’s the middle of the day, right? Or does time work differently here?

I must look confused because Arianthi quickly explains. “Time works the same here, but the weather is different from the human realm. We don’t get bright sunlight down here.”

She shrugs apologetically.

“It’s all good,” I tell her with a smile. “I figured things would be different when I agreed to all this.”

She giggles. “At least they gave you some warning. I was one of the first humans picked for the program and they just zapped me out of my apartment without warning. One minute I’m on my couch watching The Great British Bake Off, and the next I’m down here. Mammon and Asmo had to take me shopping for a whole new wardrobe.”

“Damn.” I join in on her laughter. “So how did you adjust to being here?”

Her mouth scrunches to one side as she ponders my question. “It was hard, that first month. None of the demons were really used to humans, and a lot of them didn’t want me here. But I gradually got closer to the brothers and that helped. Now it’s hard to imagine my life without them. They’re family now, you know?”

I nod. “Do you think I’ll have any issues here?”

“Nah.” She shakes her head. “I’ll be looking out for you and whatever classes we don’t have together you’ll have with one of the boys. Lucifer made sure of it. But if you do want to go out somewhere be sure to take me or one of them with you. Some of the lower level demons are still assholes about humans being here. I get a little more respect now that I’m Mammon’s fiancee and a full time resident of the House of Lamentation.”

We meander through the R.A.D. campus, Arianthi pointing out various buildings and explaining the curriculum to me.

“Ok, so......the seven demon lords that we’ll be living with. Lay it on me. I wanna know what I’m getting into.”

Arianthi takes a deep breath. “I’ll just give you the rundown from oldest to youngest. Hold on, because this family is a roller coaster of ‘what the fuck’.”

I snort out a little laugh. “I’m from Florida. There is literally nothing here that can shock me.”

“If you say so,” Arianthi replies with a smirk. “Buckle up buttercup, because we’re going to run through this fast. Oh, and the brothers are ranked in accordance to how powerful they are, not their actual ages. But they are all thousands of years old, in case you were wondering. Anyways the oldest is Lucifer, the Avatar of Pride. He’s Diavolo’s second in command down here. Very serious, doesn’t laugh much. He’s like the dad at the House of Lamentation. But not the fun kind. Don’t let any of the others talk you into trying to prank him. Unless I’m in on it, because I’m always down for that shit.”

I have found my people.

“The second oldest is Mammon and he’s the Avatar of Greed. Don’t leave anything valuable laying around or he’ll take it and try to sell it for some quick Grimm.”

“Wait? Isn’t Mammon your fiance?” I’m confused.

She gives me a self-deprecating shrug. “The heart wants what the heart wants. We’ve been working on the stealing thing, but at the end of the day he is the Avatar of Greed and it’s hard to control that. He models too, to earn some extra Grimm. I’ve been pushing for him to do more of that to curb the stealing. Oh! I forgot, Grimm is our currency down here. I’ll hook you up with some so don’t worry about that.”

“Oh no you don’t have to-” I try to protest but she cuts me off with a smile.

“Really, I want to. I want you to be able to enjoy your time here, not worrying about trying to find a part time job to earn some cash.”

“Lucifer is the house dad, but you’re totally the house mom aren’t you?”

Seriously, this girl might be an angel.

She blushes a little. “Um....guilty. I sort of fell into it my first year here. The boys needed someone to take care of them then.” She pauses. “They still sort of do honestly.”

I laugh. “Alright, who’s next? Hit me with it.”

Arianthi pauses, like she’s trying to come up with the right words. “Levi. Well Leviathan, but you can call him Levi. He’s more introverted than the rest. Very into gaming, anime, movies.......and a book series called The Seven Lords.”

“I’ve read that!” I exclaim. “Great series. I brought some anime with me too.”

“Cool.” She grins at me. “Sounds like you guys have some things in common. I bet he’d love to see some anime from the human realm. He’s obsessed with Ruri-Chan too, but I’ll let him explain all of that to you. He’s also the leader of Hell’s Navy because of the whole lord of the sea thing he’s got going on. And he’s the Avatar of Envy, so try not to take any of the things he says too seriously when he’s acting jealous.”

“Wait, what? Lord of the sea thing?”

Mind. Blown.

“Yep.” She nods enthusiastically. “He can summon and control sea monsters and all sorts of underwater nightmare fuel.”

“Bad fucking ass.”

“Right?” She laughs. “On to the next. This is where things get kinda weird.”

“Weirder than summoning sea monsters?” I ask.

“Like daddy who is also my brother weird.” She answers with a straight face.

“Get the fuck out of here,” I say with a laugh.

“Satan is the fourth brother. He’s the Avatar of Wrath so try not to piss him off. He’s very intelligent, loves to read. But don’t touch his books without permission. Actually, just stay out of his room all together.”

I look at her and smirk. “This is all fascinating but I’m still waiting on the daddy/brother angle.”

She laughs. “Ok, ok, ok. When the boys fell from heaven Lucifer’s rage was so intense that it became a sentient entity.”

“Satan?”

She shoots me some finger guns. “Exactly. Lucifer and the other brothers raised him. He gets a few characteristics from each of them, but he’s most like Lucifer. Which pisses him off because he hates the thought of being like Lucifer. And Lucifer doesn’t want to think of Satan as his son, so everyone just refers to Satan as their brother.”

I shake my head in wonder. “It’s just like being back in Florida.”

Suddenly a white haired demon comes and grabs Arianthi from behind, picking her up and spinning her around.

“Yo, what the hell?” I yelp in surprise.

The demon sets her down, hugging her from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder and nuzzling his face into her neck. Arianthi lets out a high pitched squeal as his hair and nose tickle her. He eventually stops, staring at me suspiciously over her shoulder.

“Hey babe, who’s he?”

Awkward.........

Arianthi elbows his ribs. “Mammon, this is Jax. They’re the new human exchange student who’s going to be staying with us this year. So be nice to them.”

She stresses my pronouns and a look of realization crosses Mammon’s face.

“Oh shit!” He looks contrite. “I am so sorry. I shoulda thought before I said anything.”

He releases Arianthi and holds out his hand.

I shake it. “No worries. It happens. Thanks for apologizing though.”

He gives me a crooked grin. “Still, I am really sorry. Won’t happen again. And if anybody tries to mess with ya since you’re the new human around here, THE Great Mammon will handle it.”

Arianthi rolls her eyes fondly at me and shakes her head behind his back. “I’m sure Jax appreciates the sentiment, but everything will be ok.”

I grin back at Mammon. “Arianthi’s probably right, I should be fine. It’s cool of you to offer though.”

Arianthi wraps her arms around his waist and looks up at him adoringly. “But if any demon does try to give Jax a hard time I’ll tell my big, strong, handsome fiance and let him sort them out.”

Mammon puffs up with pride and he looks down at her lovingly. “Damn right ya will.” He presses a kiss to her forehead. As he pulls away he notices Samson in her arms. “Oi! What is that?”

“Isn’t he cute?” Arianthi holds him up and wiggles one of his tentacles.

I shrug and kick away a rock. “He’s mine,” I admit.

“Cute as hell,” Mammon says, one slender finger reaching out to touch the plush fabric. “Levi would love ‘em.”

“That what’s she said.” I gesture at Arianthi.

He chuckles, throwing an arm around her shoulders. “I just wanted to tell ya hi baby. I gotta run to the store real quick then get back to the house. I’m on dinner duty tonight with Levi.”

Arianthi stretches up on her tiptoes to give him a soft kiss on the lips. “Ok, I’ll see you at home.”

“See ya later. Bye Jax.” Mammon gives us a small wave and starts to walk away.

“Oh! Don’t forget that Beel had practice today so make extra! He’ll be hungrier than usual!” She calls out after him.

He turns around and blows her a kiss to acknowledge that he heard her. She smiles as she watches him walk away, then turns back to me, serious.

“I really am sorry about that. I’ve told everyone your preferred pronouns so it shouldn’t happen again and if it does -”

I hold up my hands and give her a small smile. “Hey, hey, hey. Shit happens. And it’s not like he did it on purpose. Plus he apologized, then offered to look out for me which was pretty cool of him.”

She still looks concerned. “I just don’t want you to feel like you can’t be yourself. Especially at home. I want you to be comfortable here.”

“It really is fine. He figured out his mistake and apologized, and I bet it won’t ever happen again.” I smile and gently nudge her with my elbow. “And if anybody starts some shit I’ll just let the house mom take care of it.”

Arianthi gives me a soft shove and laughs. “Damn right you will. I’ve got your back down here.”

We start walking again.

“Ok, who’s next in the line up?” I ask.

She gives a big sigh. “The Avatar of Lust, Asmodeus. You can call him Asmo, everybody does.”

“Lust hmmm?” I raise my eyebrows.

“He’s sweet, he really is. Very into self-care and indulgence. Just don’t spend any time alone with him until we know how his powers affect you.”

I look at her in shock. “Are you saying he’d try to.......?”

“No! Nothing like that,” Arianthi reassures me. “Asmo would never force anyone to do anything they didn’t want to do. But since he is the Avatar of Lust he’s able to bring out other people deepest wishes, kinda like a walking aphrodisiac. Some people are immune to it, others can learn to block it out. Those that aren’t have a tendency to.......overindulge in their most decadent desires.” She gives me a pointed look. “So until we know how you’ll react, no alone time with Asmo.”

I make my most serious face and give her a quick salute. “Yes ma’am.”

She uses one of Samson’s tentacles to slap my arm and laughs. “Smart ass.”

I smirk. “Alright, Asmo is number five so who are the last two?”

Arianthi chews on her lower lip for a moment, as if internally debating what she wants to tell me. Finally she gives me a small smile and starts to talk.

“Beelzebub is sixth and Belphegor is seventh. We call them the twins though, because their father created them at the same time, and they’re extremely close. They’re together almost all the time.”

I interrupt. “Wait, their father? Like God?”

Arianthi’s eyes grow dark and she scowls. “He’s a piece of shit,” she mutters.

“Did you just call God a piece of shit?” I ask her, shocked.

“When there’s a dad out there who can make my dad look like Father of the Year, then you know the guy’s a total ass bag,” she growls.

“You just called God an ass bag. I feel like I’m missing a lot of backstory here,” I respond.

She shakes her head as if she’s shaking away her negative thoughts. “I’m sorry Jax. There’s a lot of history you’ll learn this year, and how the boys fell from grace is part of it. It was hard on all of them, but Beel and Belphie took the hardest hit. It will be up to them to tell you their side of things though, in their own time.”

“No worries. I’ve got patience for days.” I grin at her. “You’ve got serious beef with God huh?

“I’d throat punch him if someone gave me half a chance,” she answers seriously.

“You don’t look like it but you’re frightening.” I laugh. “But it’s the kind of frightening I want on my side at all times.”

She laughs with me. “I told you I have your back Jax. Always.”

“That means a lot Arianthi.”

Not many people do now days.

“So Beelzebub and Belphegor?” I ask.

“Beel and Belphie.” She smiles to herself. “Beel is the Avatar of Gluttony, and his food intake is phenomenal. Do not ever come between him and his food, and if you see a container in the fridge with his name on it, don’t even breathe near it. He once wrecked the kitchen and one of the walls to my old room because Mammon and I ate some of his custard.”

I stare at her.

“It’s like I haven’t even left Florida,” I whisper reverently, and she huffs out an amused laugh.

“A lot of people treat Beel like food is his only interest, but it really isn’t. He plays sports and he works out everyday, so if you ever want to join him for a workout he’d be thrilled to have a buddy. He’s really sweet, thoughtful, and kind. And sensitive, but he tries to hide it so he can stay looking strong for the people he cares about. He never wants to let anybody down if they need him. He’ll open up if he gets close to you though.”

“It sounds like you guys are really close,” I say quietly.

I wonder how Mammon feels about that?

She stops walking and turns to look at me, a shadow passing over her face. “I’m an only child and my mom and dad weren’t very good at the whole parenting thing. I wound up in foster care when I was 5. Stayed there until I aged out. I would have given anything for a big brother like Beel back then. He’s really taken care of me since I’ve been here, and been nothing but supportive of me.” She gives me a shaky smile. “I’ve got my big brother now so I try to look out for him however I can.”

“He sounds like a really good guy,” I say, suddenly feeling guilty for my earlier thought.

“He is,” Arianthi answers and we resume walking. “Belphie is the Avatar of Sloth, so he’s constantly sleepy. He can nap anywhere, and he gets super cuddly with people when he does, so if that’s not your jam be sure to let him know. Don’t touch his cow pillow. He’s pretty sarcastic and he can be hard to get to know, but he’s sweet when you do.”

We turn a corner and she stops in front of a large three story house. Even though it’s well maintained and beautifully built something feels a little......off about it.

This place would give the house from Texas Chainsaw Massacre a run for it’s money in the creepy as shit category.

“Here we are!” she says brightly. “The House of Lamentation, and your new home for the next year.”

My eyes dart around, taking in every detail of the house as we walk up the steps to the front door.

Arianthi suddenly pauses with her hand on the doorknob. “Jax there’s something else you should know about the house before we go in.”

“Ok?” I say, confused.

“Satan is a little bit of a crazy cat lady. He’s rescues strays and keeps them until he finds new homes for them. Lucifer says he can only have one in the house at a time, so you may occasionally be called upon to help hide one. Or five.”

“Totally ok,” I answer with a grin, relieved that the big secret is just contraband kitties. “I love cats so no problem on that front.”

She smiles at me as she opens the door. “Great!”

We walk into the foyer and she shuts the door behind us.

“Also, allegedly some guy murdered his whole family here a long time ago. So this place is probably haunted.” She smirks at me.

“Of fucking course it is,” I mutter, playfully giving her a dirty look.

“If it makes you feel better I’ve never seen any paranormal stuff as long as I’ve been here.”

“It does. A little bit.” I look over and smile at her. “Oof!”

I ram into something large, solid and......warm? I look in front of me and see a very large, very muscled chest. I tip my head back until I see a pair of friendly violet eyes looking into mine.

“Beel!” Arianthi gives him a quick squeeze. “This is Jax, the new exchange student.”

“Sorry for running into you,” I say. “I wasn’t looking where I was going.”

I take a step back so I can get a better look at him. Like Diavolo, he is huge. And built. Really built. His shaggy, bright orange hair highlights the color of his eyes.

“It’s ok,” he tells me, smiling before he takes a large bite of the sandwich he’s holding. He squeezes Arianthi back. “Hey Arianthi. When’s Mammon coming home? He’s supposed to make dinner tonight and I’m starving.”

That smile is goddamn adorable.

I shake my head.

Get it together. You’ve seen cute guys before. But he is beyond cute. And built. And taller than me. And if he’s everything Arianthi says he is............

I quickly slam that thought back into its box and tune into their conversation.

Arianthi is frowning. “He should be back soon. If he isn’t I’ll help Levi get things going so dinner isn’t late.”

He beams at her. “Thanks Arianthi.” He turns that megawatt smile to me. “Do you need any help getting your stuff to your room Jax?”

I’m flustered. Why am I flustered? I don’t get flustered.

“N-n-no. Thanks though.” I give him a small smile.

Did I just stutter? Oh god.

I internally cringe.

I see Arianthi’s eyes flicker between the two of us, and she gives me a mischievous smile.

“We might need help later though. In case they want another dresser or any of the furniture from my old room brought into their room,” she tells him.

Beel gives us another easy grin. “No problem. I’ll be in my room if you need me before dinner starts. See you later Jax.”

He ambles away, munching on his sandwich.

“See you,” I call after him.

I look to my right and see Arianthi looking at me with a shit eating grin on her face.

“Shut up,” I mutter.

“He’s cute right?” She nudges me with her elbow.

Oh my sweet baby Jesus yes!

“He’s ok,” I say, trying to stay nonchalant. “Seems nice.”

“Is nice Jax code for a “total snack”? Or “I want to climb him like a tree and never come down”?” She snickers, teasing me.

“Ok, you are officially the worst,” I tease back, reaching out and ruffling her hair.

“But am I officially the worst and right that you think Beel is a cutie?” She raises her eyebrows.

I’m saved from answering by Mammon bursting in through the front door, two shopping bags in hand.

“Oi! H-h-hey Jax. Hi baby.” A faint pink blush dusts his cheeks and he tries to quickly edge past us. “Runnin’ a little late, gotta get dinner goi-”

Arianthi snags the hem of his jacket, stopping him his tracks. “What’s the rush my love?”

“N-n-no rush. Just wanna get dinner on time. Ya know how Beel gets.”

What is he so nervous about?

I’m suddenly very suspicious.

Please don’t be a fuck boy Mammon.

She pulls him closer and loops her arms around his neck, leaning in to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Mammon?”

“Y-yeah baby?”

“Why do you smell likes witches?” Arianthi keeps her voice light, arching an eyebrow at Mammon.

Ooh, I know that look. Mom used to give me that look all the time. Wait, witches? They have witches down here too?!

“I maybe, mighta stopped at a little card game on the way to the store.” Mammon’s tone is smug, despite the guilty look on his face.

Arianthi rolls her eyes, smiling. “How much did you win?”

“650 Grimm.” He smiles back at her.

She holds her hand out in a “gimme” gesture.

Mammon groans, reaches into his jacket pocket, and hands her a thick stack of bills. “Come on baby. Aren’t ya gonna let me keep any of it?”

She quickly divides the money, handing half to me and pocketing the rest.

“Wait, what’s this for?” I ask, confused.

“We agreed that whenever Mammon goes gambling half of whatever he wins goes to you, so you’ll have Grimm for whatever you need here. And the other half goes to a joint project we’re working on.” Arianthi laces her fingers with Mammon’s and cuddles into his side.

Mammon’s irritation is instantly gone, replaced by a dreamy smile as he squeezes her hand and presses a kiss to the top of her head.

“That joint project is going to be amazing. I just know it,” he softly whispers.

“What’s the project?” I ask, curious. “If it needs any artwork, I could totally help you guys out with it.”

Arianthi disentangles herself from Mammon. “It’s a surprise for his brothers. It’s really sweet of you to offer Jax, but I wouldn’t want to bother you -”

“You won’t! You wouldn’t be,” I interrupt. “I feel bad just taking your money like this, even if you guys did plan it. So let me help you out with whatever art you may need done for this project.”

“That’s really cool of ya Jax,” Mammon says, grinning at me. “We appreciate it.”

“Seriously,” Arianthi echoes. “I saw some of your art when I went through your student profile. They are insanely freaking talented,” she tells Mammon.

I can feel my face turning red. “I’m not that great,” I manage to mumble.

“Hey, if you’re good at somethin’ don’t go bein’ modest about it,” Mammon tells me. “I gotta go get started on the food before Beel smashes down another wall. See ya at dinner.”

“See you,” we respond in unison as he moves towards the kitchen.

“We should get you settled into you room,” Arianthi tells me. “I’ll show you the kitchen after dinner; you’re on dish duty with me tonight. I hope that’s ok.”

“Totally fine.” We start climbing a set of stairs. “So are you going to let me in on what this surprise project is?”

“Are you going to tell me what you really think of Beel?” She counters with a smirk.

“Touche.” I smirk back.

“Ok, here you are.” She stops in front of a closed door.

“That’s Beel and Belphie’s room,” she says, gesturing to the door to the right of mine. “And Mammon and I are to the left of you. My private library and office is on the other side of our bedroom. If you ever need to use it you’re more than welcome to; I never lock the door. I’ll show you where everyone else’s rooms are tomorrow.”

“Sounds good.” I smile at her as she hands Samson to me.

“I’ll let you check out your room and unpack your stuff. If you think of anything you want for your room we can go check out my old room tomorrow and see if you like anything in there. I’ll come get you in about an hour for dinner. If you need anything before then just knock, ok?”

“Ok.” I open the door to my room, then think of something. “Hey Arianthi? Will my iPhone work down here?”

She shakes her head. “No, but we’ll get you set up with a D.D.D., which is the Devildom version of an iPhone. Barbatos is supposed to bring one by in the morning for you.”

“Oh cool, thanks.” I smile at her and she turns to go into her room.

“Hey,” I say quickly.

She pauses in her doorway and turns towards me. “What’s up hun?”

“You would’ve made a really good big sister.”

She gives me a gentle smile. “Thanks Jax. That means a lot.”

She slips into her room, softly closing the door behind her.

I step into my new room and start looking around. There’s a desk, a couch, a small dresser, and what has to be a king size bed.

Fucking awesome. And an en suite bathroom? I officially love this place.

I drop my bag onto the floor and wander over to look out the window. My room looks out over a wide expanse of forest.

Pretty view.

When I turn back around I notice that someone has left a pile of things stacked in the far corner of the room, next to my desk. Someone has left me a bunch of............ art supplies?!

An easel, canvas, charcoal, sketchpads, pencils, oil paints; I eagerly rummage through what looks to be anything my little artist’s heart could ever possibly need or want.

Arianthi. Had to be. Her thoughtful ass would do something like this.

Grinning to myself I shuffle over to the bed and flop down, cuddling Samson to my chest.

I think I’m gonna like it here.

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