#mod syake

[funamuseawritings]

I would like some fluffy Samemi x Fukami pwease!

Well, this was extremely uncomfortable.

Slimy tendrils only further squished around the girl’s body, her teeth barring as she growled angrily from the tight grip all across her figure. Her eyes aggressively glanced over at the assailant, who wasn’t even looking back at her, simply holding a teacup in one hand and spreading open a book with another hand. His eyes were dead as always, you could never see any ounce of emotion in that stupid face of his. She groaned, trying to claw through the flesh as a free tendril wrapped at her wrists, holding them out of the reach from his smooth muscle.

“Don’t you remember what Wadanohara said?” Fukami lowly said, eyes not even peering away from the pages he was studying upon. Samemi’s eyes only dug further daggers into Fukami, even more frustrated he wouldn’t even make simple eye contact. Did he really think he was so superior to her that he couldn’t even LOOK at her? He was always so plainly rude, and it only pissed her off more the more he acted so cocky.

“Yes! She told us to sit together and behave and try and get along!! This isn’t ‘getting along’!!” Her voice cracked, squirming more intensely in a vain attempt to escape his vice grip tangling around her body.

“It is. I’m keeping you in check so that you don’t cause trouble, since you always do.” He replied flatly, taking a slow sip from his tea. Samemi, only further frustrated from his response, thrashed more intensely, no matter how useless it seemed.

“I’m not an animal!! I have basic manners!! I’m only getting pissed off because you keep treating me lower than you! Why do you do that? It’s not like Wadanohara loves you more or anyth--”

Samemi’s words were cut short by the tentacle around her neck squeezing tight, choking out the end of her word. Samemi glanced back over, only to see a sharp, empty gaze piercing into her heart. No emotions present at all, but his eyes could speak for eons about the rage that rang through his body. Samemi wheezed, loosening her squirming, trying to word out an ‘I’m sorry’. Fukami stared at her for a moment, before slowly loosening to the point of letting her drop onto the couch. Samemi took a deep inhale once she was able to breathe, coughing a bit to clear of any phlegm that clumped up in her throat while being crushed. She blinked, realizing the position she was now, slowly bringing her confused gaze to Fukami, who has already returned to reading.

“...That wouldn’t matter. She’s not even the one I’m most interested in, anyway.” He muttered, a small frown finally frowning on his stone-like face, his brows furrowing. “She’s precious to me, you’re correct, but she’s not nearly as precious as someone else I know.”

Samemi only looked more quizzed, staring at him with wide eyes with an ounce of concern on her face. “Really? I would’ve never guessed, you’re always spending time with her. I thought it was painfully obvious you crushed on her. Well, I guess that’s a relie--” Samemi stopped herself half way through, tensing up. “I-I mean!! Well, I guess that’s good for her?? I wouldn’t want her to be with a jerk like you anyway!!”

“They say the bigger a jerk is to someone, the more infatuated they are with them.” Fukami’s frown quickly turned into the faintest of a sly smile. Samemi, processing what he said, only flushed further.

“I-I’m not interested in you at all!! Why would you think that?! I-I’m not interested in anyone, not like that!! W-Why are you saying such weird and creepy stuff anyway?! Are you trying to f-f-flir--” She froze again, covering her mouth and curling up a bit on the couch, feeling her face physically ache from what she was saying.

“Of course you would miss the point of what I said. You’re such an idiot, all of the time.” His plain tone returned, almost as if nothing happened. Samemi’s flustered state only worsened into extreme frustration, letting out an annoyed scream, trying to immediately attack at him, but tendrils almost immediately slapped her body down into the floor, painfully pinching her into the floor to prevent from misbehavior. 

Feeling her body roughly thrash underneath him and hearing her distressed cries only brought the faint smile back. Being a big jerk to her was fun indeed.

[incorrectokegomideas]

Sal: It's because you didn't give anything, right? Well, it's fine though. I'm just giving it to you while you're at it.

Sal: This wonderful modern era exist thanks to the sacrifices of the other Sea of Death members. These foods contain my feelings of gratitude for your admirable deeds.

Tsuribari: How I wish I could throw those feelings of yours deep into the unreachable parts of the ocean.

[funamusea-translations]

DSP character speech style notes and thoughts

from mod FAFK

I’ll just be writing them as they strike me, there are too many characters to recall immediately lol.

Because of that, under a cut so I can update the list without any un-updated versions floating around.

※Update 1--I wanted a lazy way to make things more legible so I just popped things into a list. Added some more charas too

Satanick

The MOST UNSTABLE speech style. It matches him being mentally unstable.... Normally speaks casually and rough with Envi and other subordinates, Artamos, Fumus, and frequently with Ivlis in the early days (before he noticed he loved him).

Uses a lot of ~desho and ~daro  (“aint that right!! Agree with me!!!”-kind-of nuance). He uses a lot of MAJI?! (seriously?!) which makes him sound a little... dumber than his physical appearance would make you think, lol. He has the highest meme concentration (I can’t even start with all of them tbh).

SUPER FORMAL with Siralos. Crazy ultra formal. BUT he refers to Siralos as “Siralos-tan.” This is like saying “Siralos-chan” but cutesier. Siralos-babygurl. It’s definitely something you’d say for an adorable girl, which is probably Siralos’s preference? Probably.

Formal and polite with Reficul and Sin, Eti and Kcalb, if you ignore the content then he would be a fine gentleman. In some of the earliest comics with Refi and Satanick this isn’t the case though, DSP adjusted his character with time.

To Licorice he consistently uses gross babytalk (he talks shumthwing like thwis), and after he notices he loves Ivlis he has a SUPER CLINGY OVERLY-AFFECTIONATE CLOYING STICKILY-SWEET speech style when addressing him.

Normally he uses “ore-sama” to refer to himself (”hell yea I’m awesome”-type nuance), but if he’s bottoming/the sub he switches to boku. To be fair, using “ore-sama” then would kill the mood anyways.

Sin

She doesn’t talk with too many characters--she talks the most in Sunahama Tsuushin(Seashore Dispatches, Sandhill Communications, no official translation). She is very polite and respectful toward Reficul, she speaks to her as though she is her superior. Many of Reficul’s underlings and Mors call Reficul “Maousama/Devil-Lord-sama which is a respectful title, but Sin is the only one (that I know of) who calls her “Reficul-sama” which is the cutest thing!!!!!!!!!! Ever!!!!!!! I get “adoring wife of a warlord/general” type vibes

Lzet

He uses like, business casual language. He’s the sloppy guy at a white-collar workplace, technically formal, but kinda loose? Speaks formal-ish to Mors and Reficul which is sloppy, but if he were to use this same style of speech with someone lower-ranking than him or a friend, it would make him seem a bit shy (like a person who has trouble using entirely casual speech--not uncommon--but I haven’t seen him talk with anyone else yet so idk). He calls Reficul “Maou-sama” (formal title).

Ivlis

When he was young/serving Siralos, as well as when directly addressing/thinking about Siralos-sama himself: SUPER FORMAL. Good kid. Obedient, dutiful, and proper. A few tiny rough spots of speech. (there are some drawings where Ivlis sits seiza-style (formal, uncomfortable posture lol) I think this is reflective of his upbringing. Gray Garden appearance: who is this punk? lol ( ´∀｀ )♡ Consistently uses “ore” (rough-ish) I’ll add a bit more later but there’s not much to him, Satanick is the one with the ridiculously complex style

Licorice

He speaks differently depending on his size. When he is big he calls Ivlis “kaa-san” (still respectful, buuut without the honorific “o” at the start. When he speaks ABOUT his father he will say “tou-san” rather than “otou-san.” However, when speaking directly to Satanick he calls him “dumbass horse shit.”

Baby Licorice just said “ma” and “ba” (short for dumbass/horse shit).

Child Licorice calls Ivlis “mama” and uses kinda shy, sweet kid-talk.As an adult, he talks in a kind of rushed, intense manner to Ivlis and overuses the word “mother” (almost once per sentence, it’s amazing lmao). “Mother you look sad today, whats the matter, Mother you’re wonderful, hey, I won’t let Satanick hurt you Mother--”

Also, he avoids addressing Satanick altogether most of the time. Heavy insults+judgemental attitude lol.

Uses “boku”

Emalf

Uses that semi-casual type of formal speech... (If you’ve seen Shirobako, maybe Takanashi is a good example of how it sounds?) It makes him never seem serious, lacking in discretion, and lacking in brains. It matches him!!!!

“Yeah, I like, totally wanted Yosafire to be my girlfriend so I’m kinda bummed out.” ←something like that (approximation)

He calls Ivlis “Ivlis-san.” In one sense, yeah, it’s better than using no honorific. In another sense, it’s weirdly.... not as respectful as one would expect? He talks like Ivlis is like manager at his workplace, not a Devil Lord lol. All the other subordinates for other devils are more respectful...also yeah, nobody takes Ivlis seriously anyways ((´∀｀*))

Poemi-SAN. She is higher on the social pecking order, despite being younger.

Poemi

Poemi calls Emalf just straight up “Emalf” with no honorifics... the social pecking order lol. . She also has that typical kid-thing where if she doesn’t know a word she’s talking about, it will all by in hiragana, no kanji. She’s childlike, but she has her shit together (unlike Emalf.)

Met

Casual and sloppy

Kuro-tsun - overly buddy-buddy,

Calls Hanten “Nee-san.” Met’s a punk but this sounds full of admiration and kinda flirty. Probably cause it’s Met saying it.

Hanten

Not so sloppy, but casual

“Kurotsuno” no honorific, they feel like they go way back and probably not in the best of senses

Artamos

Grandpa voice (it’s so cute)

Kurotsuno

Very ladylike way of speaking. Not elegant and refined in the same way that Nagi’s speech is, but ladylike.

says “Shikabone-kun” ←cute!!!! It could be his mascot-character like appearance, he does act a bit young but he doesn’t act like she’s much older than him if at all lol.

Shikabone

“Kurotsuno-chan”

Yosafire

Uses “atashi” which is very cute and feminine.

Idate

He’s a “watashi” character and it is so crazy good I love it... He’s a well-mannered killer whale. He uses informal speech, but it’s still gentlemanly. The things he does are so NOT gentlemanly. I screwed up and wrote him saying “ore” in a comic though cause my brain pairs that word with his shitty behavior lol, but he always uses “watashi”!! The contrast is VERY good...

Samekichi You probably know, he has a gruff way of talking! I can imagine N*buhiko Ok*moto would be an amazing voice actor for him (Bakugo/Accelerator/Ghiaccho). He uses “ore” and refers to Wadanohara by name from even their early days (close relationship! Not necessarily romantic, but later of course it will be)

Wadanohara

Sal/Syake

I’ll do more later+add detail!

[okegomkinhelp]

(henlo mod syake from the old blog, im sorry for dissapearing ;;;) could oh could i get an soft aesthetic for sal, who is sorry for what he did to wada

dw, we all did dfgmk, ill do this now, sry for the wait ~ Mod Wada

[anti-koma-hina]

@syak-e thank you . 💕

-mod mahiuwu

hello people of Tumblr , daily reminder that Nagito Komaeda has the right to be bisexual ! & there is absolutely nothing wrong with that !

[didyouknowmogeko]

HIM.

[funamuseawritings]

Resubmitting as requested: Could I get some ggt!Kcalb and Cranber fluff please, preferably involving Kcalb rewarding Cranber with physical affection, such as petting?

The cold wind flowed throughout the deserted plains, ash rolling and dancing with the pushing of force on their weightless particles. Dark, burdened eyes pressed their gaze to the ground from their place of resting, a tall, looming tower that spiked from the empty land, strands of snow white, cupping around the small girl’s head and around her body, was the only thing that contrasted from the shades of grays and blacks that surrounded the land. A depressed sigh escaped her lips, her observing gaze closing for a moment of rest as she thought to herself, ‘This is terrible.’

After a moment of rest, her petite body turned, shock suddenly shot through her being,  as her body flinched from being startled, a face just as pale as her’s inches away from hers, half covered by a grin the size of the moon, teeth sharp enough to pierce through your bones in less than a minute. Pink began to surround her body as she was yanked into a hug, a squeak being squished out her chest, afraid she would’ve been stabbed by the thousands of teeth that covered her wings. She at least made them smaller, but it still made mild scratches and pricks against her skin. Well, at least she wasn’t fully penetrated..

The demon rubbed her head on top of the devil’s, Kcalb awkwardly squirming. “What do you need, Cranber..? You know I don’t like being bothered, much less touched..” Her tiny voice murmured, her hands gently pushing. The act of resistance only caused the demon to squeeze more, Kcalb growling in discomfort, though admitting it would be perfect if it wasn’t for the tiny needles piercing into her.

“I did a good today!” The pink demon chirped, bouncing a bit with the defenseless devil in her grasp. “I took out twenty-two angels today! That’s a new record for me! That’s a good thing, right? I need a reward for doing so good!” She twirled on her heel, keeping the devil so close that her body wouldn’t even dare try to move away from her with the momentum.

“That..” Kcalb paused, trying to find the right words to speak to her. “That is great.. Cranber.” She pulled her lips inwards, saying it was only great from a military standpoint. Knowing Cranber, she probably mutilated them beyond recognition, probably slowly and very painfully.. What a way to go. Nonetheless, Cranber was right, Kcalb leaning back, trying to think of an “appropriate” reward for her, otherwise she wouldn’t ever leave her alone for the rest of the day. She just give her more food, but the thing that Cranber hates the most is being bored. Giving her food everyday will let her get tired of it, especially if it isn’t living, and Kcalb doesn’t have anymore prisoners that are worthless to throw at her..

Kcalb gave another push to her chest. “Cranber, let go of me for a moment? It’s relating to your punishment.” Cranber blinked, before slowly letting go of the devil, curiously raising her hand to her face. Kcalb made a small gesture of her hand, implying for her to lean down. Cranber, even more curious now, leaned in an uncomfortable amount. Kcalb took a small step for personal space, before slowly raising a hand. Cranber’s eyes closely followed until they couldn’t anymore from the top of her head, before feeling a warm cup around the top of her scalp. Cranber’s smile faltered a bit in surprise, staring at Kcalb, feeling the warmth slowly massage into her head.

“You did good today. I’m proud of you. Continue to do such a good job, and you can get more of these.” Her fingernails barely scratched into the demon’s head, Cranber’s eyes lighting up with joy as her grin grew crazily wide, even wider than it was before. Her arms snapped again at the devil, forcing her hand upwards and above her head, the demon kissing all over the devil’s face and thanking her for such a lovely reward. Kcalb spent the rest of the evening with the demon clinging to her, annoying her all day.

Though, to be frank, it wasn’t the worst thing she’s been through. Actually, it was quite pleasant..

[funamuseawritings]

and i’m making a separate post for this, since it’s pretty important, but

we’re taking mod applications!

all of the current moderators are struggling to get stuff done daily, even if we do try. we need some more moderators to help push some content out! if you’re interested, be sure to check the application and fill it out, and then send it through the submission box! we’ll let you know if we’re interested on letting you on board!

- mod syake

[funamuseawritings]

could i request a chlomaki taking lobco on a date please?

Lobco nervously stood in front of her house, slowly twirling her hair in her fingers. Behind her stood her parents, congratulating her on her first date and saying to her that we were so proud of her finding someone she loved. Her cheeks were flushed and a little embarrassed by her parents’ enthusiasm, but she was also flattered and felt good about her decision, despite her usual low confidence and the earlier unsure feeling of her choice of partner.

A shade of black zoomed down by the front yard, zipping by too fast to stop, causing wind to shoot over the lobsters, holding their arms up to protect themselves a bit. Slowly, the black blob slowly backed up, becoming clearer with pointed cat ears and long hair put into a low ponytail secured by a belt, dark eyes staring as the broom she sat upon arrived back to the front.

“Haha, sorry. I got a little excited there..~” The witch waved in dismissal, but she looked nothing like a witch right now. Her oversize hat and dress were gone, instead replaced with a black rose clamped into her hair by her ear and a tight, silky dress clinging around her body, long enough to touch her ankles with a slip up to her thighs. Lobco flushed at the sight of Chlomaki’s more shapely appearance, before beginning to yell at her for going to fast, asking about what if she went too fast, what if she hit the house, blah, blah, she went on and on.

Chlomaki rolled her eyes at Lobco’s scolding, resisting the urge to taunt her about being a familiar and that she shouldn’t be giving orders. Instead, she quickly turned her broom and zipped into Lobco, the lobster squeaking loudly as she was roughly picked up by Chlomaki and slammed onto the back of the broom.

“Now, now, if you keep complaining like that, we’re never going to make it to the party on time.”

“P-Party?! You s-said it was a dinner reservation!!”

“Well, uh, I didn’t lie.. Technically. Besides, if you’re gonna be dating me, you gotta be more social than you already are. I want you to make some more friends so you can be happy with more than one person, y’know? Anyway, see ya, Lobco’s mom and dad!”

Chlomaki waved down to the parents as they waved back, Lobco not even getting a chance to talk back as they suddenly zipped off into the water, Lobco screeching at the top of her lungs from the sudden increase of speed. Once they were out of sight, Cherryblod wrapped his arms around Doloz, the large mom immediately sobbing happily into her husband.

“Shh, now, honey, it’s okay.” He cooed to her, gently taking a handkerchief from his suit and carefully wiping away her wholesome tears. “They grow up so fast.. I’m just as proud as you are. I feel like she’s going to be very happy for a very long time with a girl like that.”

[funamuseawritings]

Hi, could I maybe request some Red!Wada and Red!Fukami going about their daily lives, post-ending 1?

The octopus patiently waited in front of the decaying castle. His bright eyes glazed over the terrain five times now, trying to catch every detail he could, from particles floating in the water and what they could be, to small specs in the sand and identifying plenty that had laid, using hs shoe to push pieces out. Even if he had been tempted by the pieces of decaying flesh that laid in the sand once he had edged them out, he restrained himself. His appetite had to stay fresh for today. Empty. Needing. Craving…

After all, today was special. Today he was with…

“Fuuuu-kaaaa-miiiii! ♪”

His focused attention finally changed subjects, turning his head towards the torn up bridge to the castle. A girl, much shorter than him and clasped in full crimson, waving her hand above her head as she had such a happy skip to her step. His expression still remained dead and empty, but internally, he could feel his stresses almost instantly melt away. The witch slowed down in front of Fukami, grinning widely as she slipped a girly giggle, holding a hand to her face.

“Gosh, you look so down as always!” Wadanohara grinned even further, the ends of her smile touching to the tops of her cheeks. “You should smile every once in a while! Maybe you wouldn’t feel so sour all of the time!” She skipped forward, hopping up into the water and using her slow descent to push the corners of his lips up into a forced smile. As she began to float down, his lips followed slowly down with her fingers until his face went back to a neutral position. She gave a pout once her feet landed on the ground.

“…Wadanohara, it doesn’t matter. Just being with you makes me–”

“No!” She pouted more, giving a soft stomp with her heel. “Smile for me, right now!” She pointed up at him. “Or I’ll make you! I’ll get the new sewing kit Sal got me and sew your face happy if I have to!” Her cheeks were puffed and her tone whining, shaking her fists at him. “Smile! Smile! Smile! Smile! Smile!”

Fukami stared down at her, rolling his eyes. It felt weird to be.. Emotional, and it felt weird to see it. He never felt an urge to show or express himself, even less so now with his still heart and cold body. As he watched her have her tantrum and chant up at him, he interrupted her by slowly kneeling down to her, having direct eye contact with her and forcing a soft smile to cover his pale features. She stared at him, remaining quiet as her anger faded from her face.

“Wadanohara… Being with you makes me happy. I don’t need to smile on the outside, because you’re smiling for me. And that makes me smile on the inside.”

They kept direct eye contact, before both bursting into laughter, Wadanohara’s loud and boisterous easily overpowering Fukami’s quiet and gentle chuckle. Fukami was also the one to calm down first, a tentacle rubbing down along her back as she nearly passed out from laughing, tears in her eyes and a wide smile on her face.

“Don’t! Don’t ever do that again, oh my gosh, Fukami! You crack me up everytime!” She covered half of her face with a hand, her breath trying desperately to keep up with her, panting in excitement as she let out another fit of laughter.

“Of course.”

While Fukami was honest, he thinks emotions are hilarious. But they’re also entertaining for that reason. They don’t quite fit his own tastes, at least for displaying himself, but seeing it on others, especially Wadanohara… Priceless. Beautiful, valuable, and unique, he favored to see as many expressions as he could see from everybody he meets, of all different spectrums. Perhaps today, he’ll fish for some more reactions from her. She already knows he does that, though. 

However, she is already giving so many, maybe she’s just being generous today.. Maybe she’s being daring today. Let’s see just how much willpower his former master can muster by the time the sun sets…❤

[funamuseawritings]

o o f this blog is hot........ please i need some fluff (cuddles and kisses are my weakness) Kcalb x Yosaflame n o w

The demon’s body dragged heavily. He was filled to the brim with exhaustion, a hand moving to support his head. His neck ached so much, it felt like his head would just roll right off his shoulders. Yosaflame sighed softly, slowly opening the door to his bedroom, his eyes blinking open as he spotted a resting king in sheets.

Yosaflame opened his mouth to speak, but nothing really came out, as he was so dumbfounded. The melon colored demon glanced down the hallway, remembering that his resting area was placed next to the devil’s not too long ago. He must’ve mistakenly took Yosaf’s place in a fit of anger and tired. The demon resisted the urge to chuckle from his devil being so serious yet silly at the same time, before slowly looking over at his resting body.

The demon thought to himself that he should perhaps either sleep in Kcalb’s room for the night or assist the devil by either waking him up and informing him of his mishap (which Yosaflame didn’t want to do, he simply looked too peaceful) or transport him from one room to the other as gently but quickly as possible. However, he stepped closer to the devil, letting his curiosity take control for a moment. For someone who was always so intimidating, he looked so peaceful when asleep. Yosaflame felt a smile creep onto his lips, slowly leaning in to get a better look at the devil’s face.

The demon barely let his knee onto the bed before his collar was grabbed roughly, yanking the demon into bed. Yosaf restrained his startled sound, feeling himself be roughly pressed into the devil’s body, a tight grip wrapping around him as the devil curled into place. Yosaflame took a few seconds to recover, adjusting his glasses, realizing he was trapped right with the devil. The demon squirmed a bit, chuckling and telling him that this joke was funny and all, but he’d like to be free. But he wasn’t joking. Actually, he doesn’t even seem aware, that, or he’s really good at acting to be asleep.

After about a minute of soft struggling, just enough not to jossle Kcalb awake, he let out a sigh, finally accepting his fate of being a cuddle pillow. He wished he could’ve at least gotten Kcalb and himself more dressed for bed. Oh well. He almost thought he could enjoy this a little, indulge on himself? The demon pulled the spectacles away from his face and rested them onto them next to his pillow, as he couldn’t reach his end table. He slowly rested his head in front of the devil’s. He felt his heart flutter for a moment, staring at the devil’s face closely.

“Goodness.. You can tell stress has been really affecting you. You’re awfully cold, and you’re even frowning in your sleep..” He murmured softly, his voice soft and rich like fresh cream, reaching to slowly pet through his hair and sliding down his cheek, stroking it carefully with his thumb. He truly was so handsome, even if he was so angry. It was a face blessed to exist, created by a foolish artist, etched with such attention to detail. It was only to be expected of his highness, isn’t it? The perfect man..

The demon smiled wider, leaning in slowly to give a respectful kiss to his lord’s forehead and then cheek, carefully worshipping who was basically his god. He rested his hand on his neck as he kept close enough to keep his scent, giving gentle massages across his obviously weary body. Scars.. He could feel them, all over his body. It was unfortunate, if only he could permanently be his shield. The demon craves for that, to keep him for all harm and even die in his name, but Kcalb insists to only be alone when he fights the god. So foolish and stubborn, yet so courageous and full of honor. The best he can get is to stay at his side as much as he can, and fight for his name, to make him the most successful emperor to ever exist.

Once he was satisfied with his playful affection to his face, he pulled away, nuzzling his head just shy under his chin, hands moving down to hold around his waist. Yosaf let fire fill his body, increasing his body heat to make a toasty temperature for Kcalb and for anybody else in the bed. He really was so terribly cold, enough to feel like ice through his clothing, even under such heavy blankets. The devil wasn’t even shivering, maybe just out of his own will power? Truly impressive, he was, an admirable role model, yes yes. Maybe Yosaflame should learn some cold tolerance tips from him? It should would surely help with that… nuisance.

“It’s too hot…”

Yosaflame’s thought process was interrupted by the grip tightening and hearing a low but sleepy growl, much rougher than how the demon spoke earlier, like feet crunching through gravel. Yosaflame held his embarrassment down, looking passively up. A dark eye opened, peering back down.

“I’m fine.. Your body alone is enough… Now stop it.”

Yosaflame blinked, before letting out an almost girlish giggle, toning down his heat to his normal body temperature. “I’m sorry.. I got ahead of myself. I should’ve been more considerate.” He replied, smile never leaving his face as he placed his head back down. Was he awake during all of this, after all? He truly was full of some many surprises. Yosaflame could feel his head pulled closer to the demon’s body, his face gently pressed into his chest. He huffed happily, gripping gently into the back of his outfit, clinging back just as much as the devil was.

Truly such a selfish ruler.. Yes, this one he had sworn his life to. This was no problem with this. In fact, Yosaflame would even be willing to say this was the most peaceful moment of his life, that he would even admit he could almost forget the gruesome war that has plagued his life everyday. If only it could stay this.. But it’s all the more reason to savor this moment in time.

“Goodnight, my lord.”

“Just shut up and sleep. You had a long day today, and you have a longer day tomorrow.”

“Haha.. Of course. As you wish.”

[funamuseawritings]

loved the threesome! i was just a little confused about the dick(s) tbh O_o

i like making the genitalia of animal-based mogeko characters reasonably accurate to their animal counterparts. if u want me to stop, you can just tell me in your request, but it’s just kind of somethin’ I do by default <:’)

- mod syake

[funamuseawritings]

possibly a weird ship buuuut could you write something fluffy for kcalb x lowrie? maybe kcalb crushing on him? lowrie could be oblivious or not, whatever u want! i enjoy the blog so far!! 💕

The devil’s tired eyes stared outside the front window, standing in the front hallway of the second floor of the castle. His breath remained steady and calm, almost as focused as his gaze was. So many people had been walking about today, just enjoying the warmth and peacefulness of this old world, going about their daily lives. Yet, that wasn’t what Kcalb was thinking about right now, as he brought his eyes just high enough to stare off into the town that laid only about a mile away or so.

Kcalb sighed, adjusting his coat more onto his shoulders and over his body a bit as he started to walk out from the castle and down the roads. He could teleport, but Etihw kept saying that even though his body is weakened and that he’s healing, he still needs to move to help keep himself healthy. They never complained about it until now, but it was whatever. Actually, they weren’t the only one to say that to him..

Arriving to the town, demons and angels immediately greeted him so happily and respectfully, Kcalb greeting back as quiet as he always was. As he went further south, he realized further what he was doing, and despite his efforts to stay calm and collected, his face immediately flushed and his breath choked on itself as his stomach grew light and almost nauseous. God, he was thinking of him earlier, so why is he only reacting now?

Kcalb bit his tongue hard, trying to snap himself back into reality. These feelings weren’t exactly foreign to him, but it’s been a very long time since he’s felt anything like this, so it just caught him off guard. He shifted to pull the fur of his coat over his face, trying to force his blush into his throat, just anywhere that wasn’t on his face. Somewhere that wasn’t painfully obvious.

Once he took a moment to recollect himself, still blushing lightly on his pale cheeks, he began to move towards the school building. School was almost over by the time he left, so class must’ve been dismissed by now. He took a deep breath as he approached the entrance. Keep calm, keep calm, keep calm… He drilled it into his head repeatedly as he went through the doors. All you’re doing is checking up on him.

Kcalb signed himself in for visiting, even if he didn’t need to because of his status. He carefully traversed down the hallways and as he approached the classroom, he could feel his heart going lighter and lighter in his chest. His knuckles shyly tapped against the wooden door, resisting the urge to vibrate in place. He wasn’t ready for the rough slam open from a smaller glasses-wearing demon, jumping in place as she grinned widely, big, bright eyes beaming up at him.

“OH, OLD MAN!! I wasn’t expecting you!! I thought you were Froze coming back for me..”

Yosafire definitely seemed excited, even with the slight disappointment in her voice, since she kept talking, most of the words going over Kcalb’s head. Something about her being in detention, but that wasn’t surprising. Kcalb cleared his throat, trying to clear of any knot that had formed over time and worsened from the scare.

“Yosafire.. It’s good to see you well.” He croaked, carefully stepping in. His eyes moved away from the guava head, only to met with the one who has been haunting his thoughts for days, months now. A demon, sitting properly in his chair, his large, but unassuming eyes were shooting bullets straight into Kcalb’s chest, the devil refusing to buckle from the way his heart almost immediately throbbed from just seeing him. It seemed like Lowrie was in the middle of grading papers before Kcalb had politely intruded.

“Oh, Lord Kcalb. Welcome. What brings you here?” His voice was so soft and smooth like an animal’s well-kept fur, with such a welcoming and sweet tone. All of that recollection and preparation from before was almost useless, Kcalb’s face turning pink once more, and eventually to a red beet of an expression, becoming even more embarrassed from just being embarrassed.

“...U-Uh. Well.” He muttered out, Yosafire curiously looking over to peek at the devil, wondering why he was shaking so much. “I-I.. Was just checking up on you. N-No, wait, I-I wanted to invite you to something.” He internally facepalmed, wondering why his common sense and level headedness had immediately been broken from the demon just speaking one word. Lowrie blinked, before smiling warmly.

“Me? Invited? Oh, I’m honored. What is it?”

God, his voice is so sweet. His heart feels like it’s going to leap out of his chest and just act on its own.

“Y-Yes… I wanted to invite you to tea, maybe some treats. I already asked Wodahs to prepare some when it was time. How does this weekend sound?” Kcalb stammered over his sentences, having to talk slowly to make sure he didn’t mess up his sentences again. Lowrie closed his eyes cutely and nodded his head.

“That sounds lovely. I’d be more than happy to. Sunday is when I’m next free, I’ll come in the afternoon.”

Kcalb felt almost relieved by the fact he responded so casually, but yet he adored that fact about him. Kcalb was finally trying to get adjusted to his flustered mindset, but all of a sudden, he could feel Yosafire tug on his coat, yanking him down a bit.

“Old man is in love! Old man has a crush! Old man loves Mr. Lowrie!”

Yosafire continued to chant and tease happily at the much taller man, bouncing excitedly in place. Kcalb’s red face got even deeper, gently yanking his coat out of Yosafire’s grasp. Lowrie simply chuckled from his seat, a hand gently covering his face to make his amusement less obvious.

“I-It’s not like that...! I-I’m leaving!” Kcalb stammered, skittering out when he could. He could hear Lowrie say goodbye as he got out of the room, shyly pulling the coat back over his head and walking into the nearby restrooms to scream for a moment.

Yosafire watched Kcalb leave as she brought her gaze back up to Lowrie. “Yo, teach.”

“You know to call me Mr. Lowrie.”

“Do you think he has a crush on you? He acts worse around you than he does around Eti. Would you date him? You should date him. Though, Eti might get jealous..”

Lowrie simply chuckled in response, leaning back into his chair as he picked his pen up once more, returning to carefully correcting mistakes.

“Go back to your detention, Yosafire. You’re not out of trouble yet.”

“D-Don’t avoid my question!! Answer me!! Mr. Looooooowriiiiiie!!”

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Could I be boring, and request a thing of Sol, Elux's head angel, exploring the heaven, and checking everything is in order with the other angels? I know it's a really open ended request, sorry!!

It was another busy evening in the world resting upon the darkened clouds. The thunder crackled as lightning flashed, dancing all around the land below them, giving a beautiful show to those who paid attention. A few angels had geared themselves up properly for another investigation around the atmosphere, making sure to keep clear of any enemies trying to invade. Elux, after all, never enjoyed intruders, and nobody can visit them without permission unless they want to be beaten to a pulp by their well-prepared guards, unless your name was Fumus, the one god allowed on stage without question. Sol, on one hand, wasn’t a part of the investigation crew today. Nor did she have to do paperwork. Nor did she have any formations to organize. Nor did she have to kiss Elux’s shoe for the seventh time today, yet at least.

War had ended a long time ago, ever since Reficul has kept extremely quiet down below. People have gotten severely suspicious of her silence, not a single soldier or demon ever peeked their out from those clouds. For angels, it’s extremely difficult to get past those harsh winds and rough cycles, as it could tear apart their wings from their bodies and break limbs from how intense it was, but demons had a much easier time due to constantly being exposed to the weather. So it would make sense for them to keep coming. Maybe Reficul has finally surrendered and doesn’t want to lose anymore units, but Sol, not even Elux have a final decision on that. As cunning and manipulative this heaven is, they are professional at what they do.

Sol slowly arose from her seat at her desk, excusing herself out from her office and from the side building from the castle. She gazed along the roaring clouds from down below, idly floating off and away from the building and off to the work shop. Gazing softly over, she could see that Mars was working with the evening crew for investigation, but considering their sterned faces and how eccentric he looked, he was probably talking about his bird obsession again. Sol chuckled to herself at the sight. Dear Elux, did he love his birds.

As the seraph landed, she glanced upon the moderate sized building, with a bunch of advertisments thrown along the sides of the building, talking about sales, certain discounts, and under rated and mediocre models of equipment being buy two, get two free. A soft smile crossed her face; seems like Mercury has having trouble with the customers again. While she was a great engineer, she was also terrible with customer service, and her aggressive attitude doesn’t help her at all in the end. She often scares customers off, but she’s also the best person to fix your equipment first try. If something’s wrong, she’s the one to go to. Most of the time, common customers either have to suck it up, or just enjoy her anger.

Gingerly opening the door, Sol peeked her head in, not seeing Mercury first, but rather, Luna. Sol widened her eyes in mild surprise. “Oh, Luna, it’s really nice to see you.” She spoke loudly, Luna looking a bit startled as her attention was called for. “What are you doing here instead of Mercury? You don’t work here; you work on the interrogation and discussion center, don’t you?” Sol tried to reassure the shy angel with her warming smile, which seemed to work as her shoulder became less tense as she shifted in place.

“U-Uhm.. Mercury said she was working on something, s-so uh, she called me over to temporarily be in charge while she’s in the back? I-I should be asking why you’re here, Sol..” She occasionally averted eye contact, but it was much less than what it would be with a stranger. Sol tapped her chin in thought. What could Mercury possibly be working on? ‘We don’t need strong weapons right now, nor do we need improved armor…’ She idly thought, before tilting her head at Luna.

“Do you know what she’s working on?” Sol inquiried, as it was followed with Luna shook her head.

“She just said that it was going to be the discovery of a lifetime.”

“Can I go see her?”

“U-Uh, she told me nobody s-should go back there right no–”

“Luna, please? You know I won’t do anything irrational. If you keep hiding it, you’re going to make me worried.”

Luna swallowed the knot in her throat, not really sure to do since she was pushed. She nervously tapped her fingers together, before her voice nervously cracked. “O-Okay… J-Just don’t blame me if Mercury gets mad at you.” She croaked, gesturing over to the door that led to the back of the building. Sol nodded her head with a ‘thank you’, and offered Luna up for dinner later for her troubles. Luna shook nervously as Sol slowly left the front room and ventured into the back. The hallway was very cramped and cluttered, with a bunch of small storage rooms stuffed to the brim with random junk. Mercury was always a horder, and always had shit stuffed into places, somehow managing to fit everything in such tiny rooms.

As she approached the back, a curtain laid across the end of the hallway. Sol gives a firm knock to the corner of the wall, before peeking through the curtain. All she sees is a startled Mercury who protectively goes over her current work and hisses. “Who is it?! What do you wan– Oh, Sol, it’s you. Welcome.” She corrected herself, slowly leaning up, shoving her goggles up. “It’s good to see you, but I could’ve gotten a warning first.”

“Sorry, I just wanted to see how you were doing.”

“I’m doing great, actually! I have some exciting news.” She gained a mischievious grin onto her face, before pulling her body away from her work. Sol approached slowly to the side of the table, observing over the object that laid before it. It was a type of weaponry, almost almost like a gun, adorned with crosses and with the symbol of their military that everybody wore on buttons; a star, and wrapped with a vibrant red ribbon to represent Elux’s willingness to draw blood. If the gun was set onto its butt in the ground, the end of the barrel would reach to at least Sol’s chest. It was impressive in size, compared to the normal guns, sure, but what caught Sol’s eye the most was how the barrel was set up. It had a rough twist near the base, where the ejector and extractor was. Surely, that made it unable to use bullets, so what was its purpose…?

“What’s that for?” Sol muttered, thinking aloud. “Surely, it’s not just a gun. I know you’d make something more interesting than that.” She snided, both of the seraphs chuckling at such a witty response.

“I would show you, but it hasn’t worked yet.” Mercury smirked. “But I’m trying to figure a way down to the surface without literally dooming ourselves to eternal damnation.” She proudly leaned over her invention, petting it as if it was her child she’s put so much dedication and work into. “We can’t go around it, so the only way is go through it. Our gear doesn’t protect us, no matter how much stronger we make it… So why don’t we just blow apart that shield they’re oh so proud of?”

Sol chuckled softly to herself. “Are you planning for an invasion?”

“That’s what the boss asked for. She hates that damn devil so much, she just wants rid of her. Too much trash in their castle’s basement, they said.”

The two angels looked at each other once the devil was mentioned, before their eyes parted ways to look to the side. Silence had awkwardly slipped its way into the conversation, their lips sealed, as if almost for a moment of silence in respect of what’s happened.

“… Hey, Sol.”

“Yes, Mercury?”

“Do you think she’s ever gonna come back?”

Mercury looked a bit concerned as she stared back at Sol. Sol tilted her head, furrowing her brow for a moment. Yes, everybody does miss her. She was a very good soldier, and a very good friend, especially to the black haired seraph herself. As Sol took a moment to think about just what to say, she finally spoke once more.

“That girl… She’s the devil now. She can’t come back. It hurts my heart to say, but Lord Elux would never allow it. Besides, she’s betrayed us and everyone here. We can never forgive her, especialyl if Lord Elux says not to.” Sol admitted it loudly, though her voice full of mournfulness and rue, practically every word she spoke dripping in it. Mercury frowned a little more, though didn’t say much more. She knew Sol was right, and all it did was hurt. There was nothing to be proud of here.

“But…” Sol started once more, catching Mercury’s attention. “We can always hope. Lord Elux is very stubborn, but they might just change their mind.. If they don’t, well..” Sol gained her smile once more, but yet, it had a cruel edge to it, much unlike her gentle, but stern nature. “The devil… She must be suffering down there. She was our friend once, and there’s nothing we can do to save her. Why should we let her suffer? Shouldn’t we, as friends, put her out of misery?”

Mercury gazed upon Sol for a moment, before gaining the same smirk back. “Yes. You’re right. How inconsiderate of us, my apologies.”

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