#the sad rad instead

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

i fucking hate the people who translated the owl house into my native language.

like, my language is very gender and i already half expected something like this. this episode with raine came up and i was so fucking scared of what they'd do.

and then raine spoke and... okay. so they had a male voice actor. no more androgynous voice, mostly. okay. i can deal with that. that means nothing.

and then they went and used "male" pronouns

and i. i'm kinda hoping i misheard. i am so so so hoping i misheard.

like, they just went and misgendered raine, badly (and also turning their and eda's relationship hetero in the process like no she's bi! she likes nb folks too!)

and now all the kids who only watch it in my native tongue - they'll think they're a guy. but raine ISN'T a guy.

and like. i sort of expected this. i was afraid of it. but now i'm just... i'm so disappointed. there was FINALLY someone like me in media, and it's not a big deal, like raine's nonbinary, they use they/them pronouns, they're neither a guy nor a girl, THEY JUST EXIST AND EVERYONE IS FINE WITH IT!!

and they erased it. they just completely erased it. i don't know what i expected, but.... fuck them translators. FUCK them.

[princeofallhallows]

Man why are so many fashion or fashion/aesthetic archive blogs run by. Just misandrists. Like I understand being stuck in the past tends to be indicative of being stuck in past mindsets as well, such as maintaining the kill all men bullshit because you like it when it's got #y2k on it but. I'd like to find people who scan old magazines and enjoy the things I do who don't hate who I am intrinsically due to my being a man or give me "a pass" for being trans because they don't actually see me as one.

[tourmelion]

I'm just living for goncharovs depiction of self destruction and living with and the fall out of such without having the charas be completely unsympathisable, evil, or have flat characters,

Also the mafia life destroying them is so interesting, it brings so much out of the characters

[theinkchild]

i realized why i listen to my local radio station so much recently... cuz i never associated any of this insane library of music they play with anyone in my life..

[lost-in-lamentation]

he never imagined he'd show anyone this side of himself. but when it's you, he can't help but show you everything.

a/n: starting the side character writing off with a bang! this is part two of the first sign of affection.

content: what do the side characters do when they want to show you they appreciate you?

warnings: once again, if physical touch isn't your thing, neither is this post. also, solomon is a sad boi.

diavolo; he falls asleep around you.

the future king of devildom takes everything in stride. from RAD problems to royal affairs, diavolo has it all covered. but sometimes, even the ruler himself finds himself on the panicked side. he begins to seek you out when he finds himself standing on anxiety's edge; your presence relaxes him to the point where he can't fight off the tiredness that clings. as the papers get signed, diavolo's eyes start to droop, and he doesn't notice the way you shift yourself closer to catch him. he falls asleep on your shoulder before he knows it, and you allow him to rest as long as he needs.

later, when he stirs and lifts his head to look at you, you quickly coax it back to where it was, sending his heart racing. "go back to sleep, you need it."

"... thank you." diavolo relishes in the way your hand combs through his hair, taking a moment to breathe a sigh of relief.

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barbatos; he fiddles with your hands.

as diavolo's right hand man, barbatos barely ever has a second to spare. so when he extends you an invite to come and have a tea tasting session with him, you absolutely cannot decline. throughout the day, he hands you flavours upon flavours of tea, each time never failing to ask if you'd like to take some of the leaves back home for yourself. the two of you eventually sit in a comfortable silence, fingertips brushing when you reach for the tea pot at the same time. without a word, barbatos slips his gloves off and reaches for your hands, beginning to idly play with your fingers.

your eyes widen in surprise, but you allow him to continue. "you... you okay?"

barbatos doesn't take his eyes away from your hands. "please, indulge me for just a moment," he says softly, placing his palm on top of yours.

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simeon; he plays with your hair.

simeon is often a man of few words. after all, he can never get his d.d.d. to work when he wants to call or even text you. so instead, he goes the old-fashioned way and comes knocking on your door instead. his heart skips a beat when you usher him in, and time flies by without much effort. the two of you sit pressed into each other's sides, and simeon takes his chance when he notices how your head bobs up and down sleepily. his hand reaches up and begins to tenderly card his hand through your hair, chuckling at the wobbly grin you began making.

"that feels nice," you murmur, settling even further into his side.

simeon lightly nuzzles his face on the top of your head in return. "i'm glad."

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solomon; he cries in front of you.

for someone to have lived as long as solomon, emotions begin to blend together. he's long forgotten where the line between sadness and anger lies, and it shows when the sorcerer smiles at a situation that calls for a frown. you recall the story he told you long ago, remembering the way his expression wavered as he recounted his memories. you stand by his side now in silence; his voice falters as he tries to say anything to you. in response, you turn his face towards you, telling him to do what he has never done in front of anyone.

you bring him closer, wrapping your arms around him. "stop holding back. you're safe with me."

"safe with you," solomon whispers back. the dam breaks, and in your presence, solomon allows tears to fall for the first time in centuries.

a/n: i love cat, if you couldn't tell.

[devildomwriter]

A Devildom Easter Egg Extravaganza

Diavolo decides to hold an Easter egg hunt. Shenanigans ensue.

Slight x reader for Lucifer, Diavolo, Mephistopheles, Barbatos

[Student Council Room]

Lucifer: “You really mean to hold…an Easter egg hunt?”

Diavolo: “Why, yes! I think it will be great fun!”

Mephistopheles: “My Lord, everything you do is brilliant!”

Diavolo: “Thank you!”

Mephistopheles: “However…this holiday is in celebration of everything we are against…as is Christmas for that matter but that’s become popular here recently…”

Diavolo: *nodding* “Yes. I understand that these holidays traditionally represent and celebrate our opposites. So celebrating them not only promotes goodwill with the angels and religious exchange students but also draws attention away from its original purpose.”

Lucifer: “I see, so that’s your angle.”

Mephistopheles: “Am I missing something?”

Lucifer: “We are celebrating and promoting the secular traditions instead. Celebrating bunnies, eggs, and candy rather than my father and father-brother.”

Diavolo: “Ahahaha.”

Mephistopheles: “Father-brother?”

Lucifer: “We’re done discussing this.”

Diavolo: “Anyway. I think it would be great fun to hide eggs all around RAD for the exchange students and any willing RAD students to join in. I understand it may not be especially popular with demons but I do want to incorporate holidays important to others too. It is vital to accept and learn about each other’s cultures and traditions to better respect and understand each other.”

Barbatos: “Well said, my lord.”

Mephistopheles: “In that case, I’d be more than happy to promote this in the newspaper! Leave it to me.”

Diavolo: “Thank you, Mephistopheles. I knew I could count on you!”

[Purgatory Hall]

Luke: “A what?”

Solomon: “An Easter egg hunt.”

Raphael: “We’ll be busy.”

MC: “Oh, really…”

Simeon: “Yes, we must celebrate our father-brother, after all.”

MC: “That’s such a weird way to say Jesus.”

Raphael: “Those are the only words in your language to accurately describe him.”

MC: “Right. Will you really be in the celestial realm all day though?”

Simeon: “Umm well…”

Raphael: *glaring* “We should be.”

Luke: “…”

Solomon: “You’re going to make Luke sad.”

Luke: “Wh! Hey!”

Raphael: “Luke has no reason to be sad.”

MC: “C’mon Raph, you can’t make a kid miss an Easter egg hunt. That’s cruel and unusual punishment.”

Raphael: “That’s an inaccurate description of cruel and unusual punishment.”

MC: “But it’s true though.”

Raphael: *sigh* “I suppose we can come back after service and the banquet.”

Simeon: “Wonderful!”

Luke: “Yay! Sir Raphael, you’re the best!”

MC: “Okay, the angels are in. Let’s go tell Thirteen.”

Solomon: “I believe Diavolo already has.”

MC: “Really?”

Solomon: “Yes. He said something about some eggs containing special surprises.”

Raphael: “I have a bad feeling about this…”

[Lucifer’s Private Study]

Lucifer: “I have a headache already.”

Solomon: “Hahahaha!”

MC: “So he’s really having her rig the eggs?”

Lucifer: “Many of them yes. I fear she’s taking it overboard, hoping Solomon will find them all.”

Solomon: “How thoughtful.”

Lucifer: “How can you be wise and yet so oblivious, honestly?”

Solomon: “It just shows she’s thinking of me. She really is a good friend.”

MC: “You may need better friends.”

Lucifer: “Considering most of them want to kill you, I’d have to agree.”

Solomon: “Most? I wouldn’t say that most of them do.”

MC: “Even some of them is an issue…”

Solomon: “Well, regardless I think this hunt will be fun. You’ll be participating yes?”

MC: “I already asked if I could hide them instead.”

Solomon: “You’d like to hide them? Not find them?”

MC: “I used to hide them for the neighborhood kids. They’d still turn up years later.”

Solomon: “Don’t you suppose that’s too good at hiding them?”

MC: “You can never be too good at something unless it’s illegal.”

Solomon: “I…suppose that’s true.”

Lucifer: “That is a flawed argument and the fact you think that makes my headache worse, please leave Solomon.”

Solomon: “Only me?”

Lucifer: “That’s what I said.”

Solomon: “Wow, so cruel, Lucifer. I suppose I’ll see you this weekend.”

Lucifer: “Yes, goodbye now.”

MC: “Soooo…what’d you want to talk about?”

Lucifer: “Nothing, I just wanted him to leave and your company soothes me.”

MC: “I thought I was giving you a headache?”

Lucifer: “You do, but it’s nothing compared to Mammon.”

MC: “That’s fair.”

MC: “So are you going to compete?”

Lucifer: “Finding the eggs?”

MC: “Yeah.”

Lucifer: *smirks* “Will I get a reward if I do?”

MC: “Hmm…maybe?”

Lucifer: “I see…then I suppose I will.”

MC: “Yes! This going to be so much fun!” *hugs*

Lucifer: *blushes* “Only you could make me so excited about this holiday.”

[The Day Before Easter | RAD]

Diavolo: “Oh, MC! I can’t tell you how excited I am to be hiding these with you!”

MC: “About that…don’t you want to participate?”

Diavolo: “I think preparing it is just as exciting! Besides, there will be some places by Barbatos too and I won’t know where those are.”

MC: “So, you’ll be looking for the ones he hid?”

Diavolo: “Yes, as I oversee everything.”

MC: “Good, I love to see you have fun!”

Diavolo: “I feel the same way. Hopefully, you’ll do a bit of searching too?”

MC: “Sure, I’ll walk with you and we’ll see who finds them first.”

Diavolo: “A competition? How fun! I can hardly wait.”

Barbatos: “Young master, here are the baskets.”

MC: “That’s…a lot of eggs.”

Diavolo: “Yes, this may take us all night, I’m so excited.”

Barbatos: “MC, be careful not to trigger the traps.”

MC: “How would I know?”

Barbatos: “They’re in separate baskets, just handle them more delicately and take care they don’t open up, even the slightest bit.”

MC: “Right…”

Diavolo: “Oh my, look how this own sparkles, MC, isn’t it just—“

MC: “Where’d he go!?”

Barbatos: “And I just warned him too…”

MC: “Okay, but where did he go?”

In the distance, you hear roaring laughter and look to see a light on in RAD.

MC: “I found him.”

Barbatos: *sigh* “I suppose I should supervise this shouldn’t I?”

MC: “It’ll be okay, I’ll protect him.”

Barbatos: “Ever so reliable, MC. It’s what I love most about you.”

MC: *blushing* “G-Glad you feel that way.”

A small explosion sounds from inside.

MC: “He’s…not being careful. At all.”

Barbatos: “Good luck.”

MC: “What’ve I done?”

[A Few Hours Later]

Diavolo sits next to you on the RAD lawn covered in pink and yellow powder, hair spiked, and hands puffy and pink.

MC: “Sooo….”

Diavolo: “That was so much fun!”

MC: “Thirteen wasn’t happy about resetting them all though.”

Diavolo: “Yes, I did apologize.”

MC: “I think she laughed hard enough to forgive you.”

Diavolo: “Yes it was quite excessive.”

MC: “That’s rich coming from you.”

Diavolo: “Hm? What do you mean?”

MC: “If you laughed and a bomb went off at the same time, I’d hear you.”

Diavolo: “Pfft! Ahahahahaha.”

MC: “My point exactly. Anyway…Barbatos will skin me alive if you come back looking like this.”

You take his hands and whisper an incantation, lips close to his inflamed hands. The pink vanished and his hands returned to normal. Diavolo let out a sigh of relief.

Diavolo: “Thank goodness. That was quite itchy.”

MC: “Now all you need is a serious bath.”

Diavolo: “Oh, will you be giving it to me?”

MC: “Wh—“

Diavolo: “Ahahahaha! I’m only kidding.”

MC: “That’s a shame.”

Diavolo: “What?”

MC: “What?”

Diavolo: *sigh* “Why don’t we go get some rest and meet early again tomorrow before the others arrive.”

MC: “Sounds like a plan.”

Diavolo smiles and ruffles your hair. You attempt to do the same but your hand gets stuck to his gelled hair, the result of an egg surprise. You stare at him, hand stuck in his hair and he stares back at you when a familiar person clears their throat.

Thirteen: “Uh…the eggs have been reset. Am I interrupting something?”

Diavolo: “We seem to be stuck.”

Thirteen: “Hahahah! Serves you right, anyway I’m headed out.”

MC: “You’re gonna leave us here?”

Thirteen: “Yes!”

Diavolo: “I see…I suppose we should call Barbatos?”

MC: “Yeah…”

[Early the next morning | House of Lamentation]

Asmodeus: “MC! You’re finally back! Where’ve you been all night? Don’t tell me you- ooooh!”

Lucifer lightly smacks Asmodeus over the back of the head.

Asmodeus: “Ow! Lucifer you big meanie.”

Lucifer: “Don’t imply such things.”

Asmodeus: “But they were gone aaaalll night. Isn’t that right? And who were they with? The hunky—“

Lucifer: “Be quiet.”

Mammon: “What’s goin’ on down here!?”

Mammon: “Hey! MC! You’re finally back!”

Satan: “I was getting worried.”

Belphegor: “Mmhm.”

MC: “One of Thirteen’s traps went off…”

Lucifer: “I see. That explains things then.”

Asmodeus: “Boo. I was hoping for some gossip.”

Belphegor: “That’s the same thing as saying you hope Diavolo and MC hooked up.”

Mammon: “Hold on, what happened!?”

Satan: “Nothing happened, Mammon. Pay attention.”

MC: “My hand got stuck to Diavolo, that’s all.”

Beelzebub: “Stuck?”

Mammon: “Huh? Stuck where!”

MC: “His head.”

Asmodeus: “Which o—“

All: “Shut up, Asmo!”

You got a few hours of rest before your alarm went off. You already had good morning texts from the angels reminding you of the importance of the day and you smiled and sighed. You changed into your Easter outfit and put on the rabbit ear headband Diavolo insisted all participants wear.

[Easter Morning | RAD Courtyard]

Diavolo: “MC! I’m so glad you’re here!”

MC: “As promised.”

Barbatos: “Good. Participants should be showing up in a few hours and—“

Mephistopheles: “Good morning everyone.”

Diavolo: “Ah, good morning, Mephistopheles.”

Mephistopheles: “Hm? You still have baskets?”

MC: “We couldn’t finish hiding them all…there was a mishap.”

Mephistopheles: “Oh? Of what nature.”

Barbatos: “The details aren’t necessary. Why don’t you take a few pictures of the setup before we begin? See if you can spot an egg and photograph it.”

Mephistopheles: “Right. And MC.”

MC: “Hm?”

Mephistopheles: “Happy Easter?”

MC: “Aww! Thank you Mephisto, that means a lot coming from you.”

Mephistopheles: “What does that mean?”

Diavolo: “I’m so glad to see you embracing change, Mephistopheles. Very well done!”

Mephistopheles: “Naturally! One can’t help but be swayed by your genius and example, my lord.”

MC: *muttering* “Here we go.”

Barbatos: *chuckles*

After a few hours You, Diavolo, and Barbatos had finished hiding the rest of the eggs and just sat down by the sign-in booth when you heard a loud scream coming from RAD.

Barbatos: *sigh* “I told him to photograph the egg not open it.”

Diavolo: “Ahahaha!”

Barbatos left swiftly to investigate and as soon as he vanished around the corner, a loud group approached the booth.

Lucifer: “We’ve arrived. I apologize if we’re late.”

Satan: “Yes, someone wouldn’t wake up.”

Belphegor: *zzz*

Asmodeus: “I can’t believe the bunny ears are staying on even though he’s slumped over Beel’s shoulder. I have to get a picture.”

Beelzebub: “Asmo…”

Asmodeus: “What? It might generate more attention for the event, right?”

Diavolo: “Wonderful idea, Asmodeus.”

Asmodeus: “Thank you!”

Lucifer: *sigh*

Mammon: “So…I heard there’d be a prize.”

Leviathan: “Two minutes, I called it.”

Asmodeus: “Tch, I really thought it’d be sooner.”

Mammon: “Huh? Are you betting on me? Without me?”

Satan: “That wouldn’t make any sense idiot.”

Lucifer: “All of you shut up and sign in.”

Leviathan: “Eep! Okay.”

The brothers signed their names. Beelzebub signed Belphegor in for him and you sat around and talked.

Mephistopheles returned with Barbatos looking very flustered and uncomfortable.

Lucifer: “What in the Devildom is that mess?”

Mephistopheles: “Thirteen.”

Lucifer: “Oh. So you set off a trap.”

Leviathan: “Does no one find it alarmingly easy to set them off? Like, didn’t even Lord Diavolo do that?”

You heard an amused chuckle from behind you.

Thirteen: “Duh. That’s what makes it fun.”

Barbatos: “Thirteen. What wonderful timing you have. Mind telling me what Mephistopheles is currently covered in?”

Thirteen: “That’s just a personal concoction of highly flammable spider web spray.”

Mephistopheles: “Of what!?”

Mammon: “Bahahaha!”

Mephistopheles: “Get it off of me this instant!”

MC: “Calm down Mephi, I got you.”

Mephistopheles: “Mephi?”

You brought forth a torrent of water to flush the web off Mephistopheles and then a gust of wind to blow him and his clothes dry.

He was left momentarily stunned before he sighed, patted himself down, and smoothed out his hair.

Barbatos turned on the bright lights around RAD to illuminate the lawn as the other students showed up. The presence of more than a few students elated Diavolo and the happy gleam in his eyes made all the trouble worth it.

Near the end of the thirteenth hour, a beam appeared from the sky. At first, everyone stumbled back in fear but as it disappeared, Simeon, Raphael, and Luke appeared in its place.

Barbatos: “I could’ve opened the portal.”

Raphael: “This was faster.”

Mammon: “Gave me a freakin’ heart attack!”

Raphael: “Why?”

Luke: “MC! I’m here!”

MC: “Hello, Luke! Your Easter uniform is so cute!”

Luke: “Huh? I’m supposed to look gentlemanly not cute!”

Simeon: “You can be both.”

Luke: “No I can’t!”

Solomon: “Good morning everyone. I’m not late am I?”

Simeon: “No. We just arrived.”

Raphael was looking around from the sign-in booth, already scanning the area for eggs as though it were a mission. It gave you chills to see his serious expression but at the same time made you laugh because this was only an Easter egg hunt.

You noticed that Lucifer was doing the same thing but he was being slightly less obvious about it, giving himself reasons to be turned in a certain direction rather than just openly staring.

Luke: “MC! Will you be on my team?”

Mammon: “What? We’re forming teams!?”

Solomon: “Are we?”

Barbatos: *shaking his head* “I suppose if you wanted to you could however anything you find would be evenly split between you and not counted as a whole.”

Satan: “Every demon for themself.”

Lucifer: “I agree.”

Satan: “I’m no longer certain.”

Lucifer: *sigh*

Diavolo: “Hahahaha!”

Belphegor: “Mm…quiet.”

Beelzebub: “Belphie, are you awake?”

Belphegor: “What…what’s on my head?”

Asmodeus: “Those are your bunny ears! And you look adorable!”

Belphegor: “Ugh. Kill me now.”

Asmodeus: “Your sleepy bunny pic has already generated so many likes!”

Belphegor: “My what?”

MC: “So how was the sermon? Is that what it was?”

Luke: *sobbing*

MC: “What’d I do?”

Simeon: “Each year, we visit the past to review the events before and during Easter and the future it will bring.”

MC: “That sounds emotionally traumatic.”

Raphael: “It is. And now we’re here. Looking for eggs…”

Mammon: “Just as father intended!”

Raphael pulls out his spear and Mammon takes off.

MC: “He deserves that right?”

Asmodeus: “Mhm.”

Lucifer: “Honestly…”

Thirteen: “He’s got some guts to piss an angel off on Easter.”

Mephistopheles: “Right. Especially when it’s about their father slash brother or something…”

MC: “Speaking of father and brother…”

You looked between Lucifer and Satan as they watched you. They looked at each other, back at you and Satan bared his fangs as his brothers and Diavolo managed to contain their laughter.

Satan: “Not another word!”

Beelzebub: “They didn’t say anything.”

Solomon: “Hahaha! I get it. Because Lucifer and Satan have the same dynamic.”

As Raphael runs past you he protests this idea and continues after Mammon who’s tripping over bushes in his escape attempt.

Diavolo: “Should we stop them?”

Simeon: “He earned it.” *scary smile*

Luke: “Simeon. You have that scary look in your eyes again.”

Simeon: “Oh, do I? My apologies.”

MC: “Anyway…it’s a good idea you came here after so Luke can recover from his trauma a little more easily.”

Luke: “It never goes away.”

Mephistopheles: “I’m not sure I like the haunted look in your eye.”

Solomon: “It’s weird when Luke is serious.”

Luke: “Hey what does that mean!? I’m always serious.”

Mephistopheles: “Good he’s back.”

Simeon: “Ah, yes. It does weigh heavily on us angels. Thank you for this event, Diavolo.”

Diavolo: “Yes, of course! Speaking of, it’s just about time to begin. Can someone go fetch Mammon and Raphael?”

Lucifer: “I’ll do it.”

Beelzebub: “I’ll go with him.”

Belphegor: “Set me down somewhere first.”

Beelzebub: “Okay.”

Belphegor is placed gently on top of a bush as Beelzebub runs after Lucifer. He begins sinking into the bush and you and the others watch as the branches begin to slowly snap and he disappears into the leaves.

As soon as Raphael and Mammon are reeled in and Mammon is forced to grovel for an apology, Diavolo is given the microphone and you, Lucifer, Barbatos, and Mephistopheles work together to hand everyone a woven basket to place their found eggs in.

Diavolo: “Everyone will have an hour to find as many eggs as possible, they are everyone beyond this booth on the RAD ground and I do mean everywhere so give it your best shot!”

Diavolo: “Many of the eggs contain wonderful surprises! Coupons for your favorite cafes, gift cards for your favorite stores, Grimm, fun tokens, cup-cuties, and more! But beware because there are also eggs that contain a wide variety of tricks of all kinds! You should expect flesh-eating piranha plants, bees, angry spiders, blasts of spider webs, teleportation, and potential small explosions!”

Luke and Mammon turned white but the demon students seemed extra excited by this news. Danger was an everyday occurrence for them and simply counted as fun or mildly inconvenient at best. As a human, you had a protection spell placed upon you in case of minor explosions. Luke and Simeon also had protective spells. Raphael opted to forgo this as he “wasn’t weak.”

With a wide smile, Diavolo raised his hand and everyone gathered into groups or faced the directions they planned to scour.

Diavolo: “On your marks!”

Diavolo: “Get ready!”

Diavolo: “Set!”

Diavolo: “GO!”

The ground shook as the hundreds of demons, three angels, reaper, and human sprinted past the booth.

You laughed and Diavolo helped you regain balance and handed you your basket.

Diavolo: “Shall we go observe?”

An explosion went off.

MC: “Yes!”

Barbatos trailed far behind you and Diavolo so you could talk more privately. You passed by students stuck to walls with spider webs. Students dressed more oddly than when they’d arrived. You passed by Mammon hanging from the ceiling and weren’t sure whether it had been Raphael, Lucifer, or a genuine trap. Either way, Diavolo burst into laughter alerting the others to your location immediately.

Barbatos cut Mammon down and you continued to walk with your empty basket as you enjoyed the sounds of chaos all around you.

Diavolo eyed your basket and nudged you gently.

Diavolo: “Is there someone you were hoping to go find eggs with?”

(To be continued | the remaining story with be different based on the character you choose to go with. They are all currently being written and will all be released in the following week unless unforeseen circumstances delay the writing)

[wanderingcas]

where there is darkness: now complete

pairing: dean/cas tags: historical au, angst with a happy ending, slow burn, h/c

When Castiel Milton takes a job to be the new assistant keeper at Whaleback Lighthouse in Kittery, Maine, he expects to live out his new life in quiet isolation. What he gets instead is Dean Winchester: bitter, brash, and, like Castiel, harboring a dark secret. As the spark of attraction between them grows into a flame, the lighthouse walls start closing in—as do the ghosts of Dean and Castiel's checkered pasts.

read on ao3

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[devildomditzy]

Pity Party

In which you pretend to forget Mammon’s birthday and Mammon pretends he’s not upset

no warning or tags, a quick birthday drabble for the birthday boy <3

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He’s been practically bouncing off the walls all week. Even if he didn’t explicitly say, it was obvious what had him worked up.

It was his birthday tomorrow, something you knew very well in fact. You had planned down to the minute exactly how you and him were going to spend the day (or more so where you were allowing him to drag you throughout the town) already telling his brothers he’s off limits for the upcoming 24 hours.

He’s been dropping hints like mad and, you get it. He’s the Avatar of Greed. He loves presents, he loves parties, he loves attention, especially your attention. But c’mon, did he really believe you’d actually forget his birthday?

Well, you’re kinda hoping he does.

You’ve been planning this surprise for the second born for months now, pulling out all the stops and not sparing any expense. You love that look in his eye he gets when his greed starts up, and you intend to keep that look there all day. But, in order to really make this as special as you planned, it had to be a surprise.

“Yo, MC”, Mammon calls as he sits down next to you in the RAD courtyard during lunch a little too fast, his tray clattering to the table. “Whaddya got planned for us tomorrow?”

You don’t look up for the book you’re pretending to read, instead opting for a look of nonchalance.

“Uh, am I supposed to have something planned for us to do tomorrow?”

He looks taken aback for a moment, but presses onward.

“Aw, c’mon you gotta have somethin’ planned for tomorrow. Tomorrow’s so important, it might as well be a realm-wide holiday!”

You try to hide your smile as your lips upturn as he mutters something about asking Diavolo if it could be added to the calendar.

“What’s tomorrow?”

“Wha- What’s tomorrow?? MC, ya gotta be kidding me right now.”

“Is it some kind of weird Devildom holiday? I don’t have all of them memorized yet, you know.”

“You really don’t know?”, his voice breaks a little and you find it so hard to keep composed. But, you have to stay strong! Stick to the plan!

His face falls completely at the shake of your head. He clicks his tongue before mumbling, “Forget it then. Guess it wasn’t that important to begin with.” You watch as he abruptly stands up, trudging away from you in an upset haze.

You sigh heavily looking down at the book Satan loaned you to pretend to read to pretend to look too busy to remember your first man’s birthday. This sucked. The hurt on his features was evident and to know that you caused that? It’s a huge punch to the gut.

But the look on his face tomorrow will be so, so worth it.

You hope.

The next few hours after classes are filled with exactly what you expected: Mammon avoiding you at all costs and making every effort not to talk to you.

You weren’t too surprised to find Beel and Belphie waiting in the spot by RAD’s gate where Mammon usually met you to walk you back to the HOL.

Beel speaks first, “Mammon asked us to walk you home today”. He nods, so resolute.

Belphie, of course, adds the unneeded commentary. “How’s that plan working out? Mammon looked like a sad, wet puppy. More than normal, I mean.”

You groan in annoyance. “I knew he’d take it hard, but I didn’t know he was gonna take it THIS hard. I mean, c’mon, not even walking me home? That’s like his whole thing! That he’s supposed to do! Or Lucifer will kill him!”

“I think I would be upset too, if it were me”, Beel starts as the three of you begin your walk. “Imagine it was your birthday, and you thought no one would get you a cake? That’s so sad,” he sighs, laying his hand over his stomach, looking remorseful.

“No one could forget your birthday Beel, or they’d be forgetting mine too”, Belphie laughs. which seems to brighten Beel’s mood a little bit.

“Right, you always get me a cake, Belphie”, Beel smiles.

“Do you think I should talk to him? Just tell him what I’m planning?”

“And ruin your surprise? You’ve been working hard on that”, frowns Beel.

His twin continues where he left off, “And we’ve been working hard to keep it a secret. Don’t worry, I give it an hour, maybe two before he’s talking to you again. He’s like, physically incapable of not hovering around you like some parasite.”

“But he’s my favorite parasite”, you muse, “and don’t call him that.”

“Well, whatever you do, better make up your mind quick”, Belphie says, opening the gates to the House of Lamentation. “Mammon can be sensitive, but trust me, he’ll survive a couple hours thinking you forgot.”

“Yeah, I guess he can.”

He could not.

Mammon laid on his bed, furious and yet, finding himself unable to be mad at you. Of course you forgot his birthday. Why would you remember?

When you’re getting lunch and shopping in town with Asmo. When you’re having tea and chatting with Lucifer. When your gaming with Levi and reading with Satan. When your napping or stargazing with the twins? When you’re baking with Luke and Simeon and Barbatos and have the future king of the Devildom gunning for your attention as well. Why would you remember him? The selfish prick of the family. Why would you deem him or his birthday important?

And yet, you look at him like he hung the stars and the moon. You touch him like he’s made of fragile glass. You care for him as if he was the most special thing in your life. Did he even have the right to be upset? When someone as important as you forgets someone as insignificant as him?

He can’t fault you. And honestly not talking to you hurts worse than anything you could ever do to him. Forcing himself to not walk you home was easily one of the hardest things he had to do within the last millennia. A birthday without you sounds much worse than just telling you why he’s upset.

But he’s stubborn, dammit. Goddamn Lucifer and the goddamn pride he instilled in him.

So, he does what he does best when he’s upset. He broods. And he does not text you. Oh no, don’t even think that he typed a million messages and erased them, words never coming out right. Cause he didn’t. Of course he didn’t. He would never.

He stares at his ceiling, arms crossed, D.D.D tossed aside. He really can’t believe it. It’s already almost midnight. You really forgot his birthday, didn’t you? It’s not that you HAD to get him anything, or you HAD to have something planned, he just… really wished you did.

He thought he was more important to you than that.

As of right on cue, a light rasp comes from the other side of his door. A familiar one. None of his brothers knocked that quietly.

But did he wanna answer you? No. He didn’t want to talk to you and see your beautiful face and spend his day with the most important person in his life, his human. Cause he didn’t. Of course not. He would never.

“Mammon, are you in there?”, your voice rings out and his heart lurches. He wants to be mad at you, dammit he wants to be mad at you. But…

He’s up before he even knows what he’s doing, turning the handle, sighing before he starts, “Look, MC, I didn’t mean to…what’s that?”

He stops mid sentence, pointing down to the box in your hands, wrapped up nicely in gold foil wrapping.

“It’s a present for the birthday boy,” you take out your own D.D.D. looking at the time. And since it’s officially midnight, it’s officially your birthday.”

“W-wha, I-I…Y-you…”

“Happy Birthday Mammon”, you smile sweetly at him, shoving the box in his hands.

He looks down at it and then back at you… then down and it and back at you again, disbelief written on his face.

“Don’t cha ever scare me like that again, got it!?”

“Scare you?”, you question him with a light chuckle.

“Yeah, scare me! I though you forgot all about me!”

“You? How could anyone forget about The Great Mammon! And how could I forget about my first man?”

He watches as a blush rises on your cheeks, a matching one quickly finding its way onto his.

“Well”, you say, shoving the box into his hands, “Open it!”

He pauses for a minute before careful undoing the ribbon tying it together, unraveling the gaudy paper from around the box.

He lets out a soft gasp as he removes the lid. “Is this… MC these cost a fortune, how did you…”

You cut him off, taking the gold chain bracelet out and cuffing it around his wrist.

“Well, you kinda haven’t shut up about it since you saw it, so I saved up as much as I could from my Hell’s Kitchen shifts.”

He stares at it in awe before smiling widely and wrapping his arms around you tightly, rocking you back and forth. “Thank you, Treasure.”

The nickname pulls a giddy laugh from your chest, pulling back from the hug to look him in the eyes. “Anytime, Mammoney. But you gotta get ready”, you reply, poking a finger into his chest to drive the point home.

“Ready? For what?”

“Well, there’s your party at The Fall that starts in about an hour… and then we have to check in at the private suite…then maybe we’ll sleep a little? maybe? Then there’s the breakfast reservations…. and the lunch reservations…and the dinner reservations…and then the Casino downtown is already expecting you…” you list lost in thought, thinking hard to remember everything you had planned out in advance.

Mammon can’t help but look at you with the fondest eyes. Like you had hung the stars and the moon. He puts his hand on your shoulder to grab your attention, touching you like the most fragile glass.

“What, did you really think I forgot?”, you tease him in that tone you know he loves.

And he once again takes you into his arms. He can’t believe he doubted you for a second. Not only are you a bad liar but,

You are the most important thing in his life.

[mammonscheeks]

simeon watching over mc from the celestial realm

✎ synopsis: mc is depressed after the exchange program so simeon watches over them. this takes place shortly after lesson 20 but before MC goes back to the devildom!

✎ warning: depression, mention of death, minor lesson 16 spoilers

✎ a/n: made this drabble bc ever since i was a child, i was told by my parents that an angel is watching over me so it still brings me comfort to this day!

after the RAD exchange program ended and MC returned to the human world, they struggled to adjust to their daily life. MC had made lifelong friends and adjusted to an entirely new culture only to be ripped away from their new life just as they started getting comfortable in the devildom.

frequent life changes took a large toll on the human body. simeon knew that from years of watching over humans. he and luke adjusted back to their lives and duties in the celestial realm quite easily. the exchange program had been but a small millisecond in their long, immortal lives. despite that, simeon felt his heart ache at the thought of having to wait till MC's death to finally see them again, so he often watched over MC.

the angel often felt MC's eyes gazing towards the celestial realm. he felt their stare in the early morning, when the sun embraced the earth in a scarlet-gold hue, and at night, when silvery stars painted the velvet sky. every day, the clouds seemed to part just so that MC could catch a glimpse of the heavens.

although MC couldn't see simeon from the human realm, he had looked directly in their eyes on many ocassions. he wondered why MC's heart lingered on the heavens. shouldn't they be living their human life to the fullest instead of focusing on what came after? human lives are so short, after all.

with sadness, simeon realized that MC was struggling. all he wanted to do was to fly down to his little lamb and hold them in his arms, letting them know that he was always close, watching over them. knowing that angels were not supposed to have close relationships with their charges, especially after lilith, simeon knew he had to appear to MC in subtle ways.

˚₊‧꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

you sighed, spending another day staring up at the clouds instead of tending to your responsibilities. it felt like the days blurred in on each other. every week was the same, you had no energy to continue with your human life as usual.

you had dealt with depression for a lot of your life, but it was manageable. the exchange program had helped, providing a change of environment. now that you were back, your depression hit you harder than before, as you constantly felt the heavy sensation of loss.

you especially missed simeon, as you had gotten close to the angel during your time in the exchange program. the only thing that brought you comfort was staring up at the clouds, wondering if simeon could see you.

this particular day was no different than the one prior. you sat outside on the grass, staring at the clouds above, trying not to acknowledge the feeling of emptiness inside you.

suddenly, something soft brushed against your leg. a cat, purring lovingly, crawled into your lap. it seemed like the animal had just appeared out of thin air. as you gently scratched behind its ear, you took note of the white markings on its brown fur that looked suspiciously like wings.

when you stared into the cat's eyes and saw pools of blue and yellow staring back at you, you smiled for the first time in weeks. immediately, you knew that your angel was watching you from heaven, and with his love, you would find the strength to continue on.

[sugarbombs-n-stuff]

Companion's Comfort Foods

(I didn't include Ada and Codsworth cause they don't eat)

Cait: Cait's comfort food is cottage pie (which is shepards pie with beef instead of lamb). It was on the food rotation at the combat zone before the raiders took over and it brings back good memories of her first few years of freedom. Cottage pie and a beer is a good supper for her.

Curie: A bowl of sugarbombs. It was the first meal she had after she got turned into a synth so she's grown really fond of it. She likes cereal in general so if you sit her down with some and a puzzle, she'll be so happy, though she does like eating while talking to a friend.

Danse: When he was in the BOS it probably would have been coffee seeing as the food really wasn't great. It was pretty much flavorless chicken and mashed tatoes and the thought of it made his stomach churn. A cup of coffee however was guaranteed, and it was good every time. After BB no questions asked his comfort food is beef(brahmin) stew. Sturges makes some flavorful, mouthwatering, downright sinful tasting food and you'll always see Danse first in line whenever it's the stew in particular that's being made. He also likes to dip some cornbread in it, and it isn't uncommon that you'll see him patting his stomach after eating like some midwestern dad.

Deacon: Roasted mutton on fry bread with hot peppers. Deacon was raised on Lake Mead by his mom and grandparents. His grandma was Navajo, so they always had something with fry bread and meat, normally bighorner meat. The mutton became his favorite though. It's a wave of nostalgia every time he takes a bite. He doesn't really have it anymore, partly because of he can't really get it in the commonwealth and partly because even if he makes it, it's never as good as his family makes. A big stupid smile is on his face whenever he visits his mom, and she makes it for him. Though he hasn't been out there in a while, too busy helping the Railroad.

Dogmeat: Dogmeat will eat anything, and he doesn't really have a comfort food. His favorite food though his dried brahmin ears,

Strong: Pre War Strong and Super mutant Strong actually agree in this area, his comfort food is still ribs. Pre-war, he liked dry rub ribs that make your mouth water and stomach grumble when you look at them, he was damn good at making them to cause he learned from his grandad so anytime he made them he thought about him. Now he likes raw brahmin ribs. He isn't picky anymore and doesn't care as long as he eats but if he really concentrates, he can still hear a deep laugh like rolling thunder and smell a hint of spice when he takes a bite.

Preston: Rabbit Stew. Growing up with his auntie on far harbor he ate pretty much everything, mans was a human garbage disposal. However, he had broken his leg when he was 10 and his auntie made him rabbit stew. They sat in the bed and laughed and joked for hours as she told him stories. His big brother even joined them and joked around too. Now every time he makes it, that memory is at the front of his mind, it causes a smile to sit on his face for the rest of the day afterwords.

Piper: Her dad used to make cabbage rolls with corn and rad stag. She still makes it for Nat but when she starts cooking it, she swears she can hear her dad talking her through how to make it for the first time. She doesn't let herself get sad at the memory when she's cooking, she embraces it. She keeps promising to teach nat how to make it but she's kind of swamped with work at the moment, but they have it every week they can afford it.

MacCready: Like danse he also likes stew however his comfort food his mushroom stew. He remembers eating it in Little Lamplight and when he takes a bite suddenly, he's Mayor MacCready sitting with his pals and getting irritated at Princess again. He also thinks of him chatting with lucy, both as kids and adults and gets a comforting sadness for a little afterword but comforting none the less.

Hancock: Him and his brother used to make fruit jam growing up and would sell it in Diamond City market. He still makes the jams now with the help of Daisy and sells them in her store. His mind wanders and he wonders that if things were different between McDonough and him, if they would still make them together. His brother's favorite was the dandy boy apple one so that's his comfort food. Dandy Boy Apple Jam.

Nick Valentine: Coffee. Nick doesn't eat much and human nick really only ate out of necessity. Ellie makes him a cup every morning and they talk before they get to work. Good memories are enjoyed over coffee and that's good enough for Nick.

X6-88: When he was in the institute he liked the coconut nutrition pouches but he wouldn't classify it as a comfort food because he was a machine that didn't need comfort in his or the institutes eyes. Now that he runs around with sole survivor though, his comfort food is braised deathclaw with rice. It's extremely filling, and he thinks of that first night he was assigned to Sole and they made them this. It was one of the first times he seriously considered being something close to human.

Longfellow: Roasted Fog Crawler with black beans and a side of scotch. He cooks well and he actually really enjoys it. Whenever he cooks, he gets peace and peace is comfort. Not to mention the whiskey settles his soul for a bit.

Gage: Spicy Curry. He learned to make this dish originally from his mom and for a while after becoming a raider he didn't touch it again cause of the memories. Eventually though, one night when he wasn't thinking about it, he started taking out the ingredients to make it. Muscle memory is a bitch but he's not going to waste food and when he took that first bite, he heard his mom singing in his brain and telling him to wash up after. It's rare when he does eat it but when he does you might be able to hear him humming as he makes it.

[actualadvocacybruh]

Rad fem “lol kill all men I hope they suffer”

Me “you realize this makes men hate women right and men also have social problems that could be solved if we work together instead of attacking each other right”

Rad fem “don’t care kys lol”

Me “cool fuck yourself, you contribute to incels and misogyny with your actions”

Different rad fem “ARE YOU REALLY BLAMING ME FOR GIRLS GETTING THEIR GENITALIA MUTILATED MOID”

…. They literally can’t help themselves, it’s all they think about and it’s pathetically stupid and sad

Had nothing to do with trans people and they just have to bring them into every conversation like a literal npc

[magiccath]

It had to be you

tenth doctor x GN!reader

summary: what if it had been you in the radiation cell instead of Wilf?

A/N: sorry not sorry for this one

You really didn’t mean to get trapped. 

There were two glass cells. At least one of them needed to be operated at all times for the alien machinery to work. To open one door, you had to press a button in the opposite cell. 

There had been a man, a terrified civilian, stuck in one of the boxes. So you did what you always did - saved the civilian without really thinking. Now, you were stuck.

You supposed it was all fine now, though. The Time Lords had left, pushed back into the time vortex by the Doctor. All was well, right?

“Doctor?” you asked, your voice shaky “If you could let me out.” 

He turned his attention to you, his face riddled with sadness. You didn’t understand why he was so upset. All he needed to do was use the Sonic to unlock the door. 

“Yeah,” he said, smiling sadly. 

“There’s… well there’s a bit of a noise going on in here. Can you please get me out?” you asked, worry seeping into your voice. You didn’t want to seem too scared, but you were.

“The Master left the nuclear bolt running. It’s gone into overload,” He explained, but not like he usually did. There was no childish excitement, and his words were slow and simple. He never explained things like this to you, and it worried you. 

“Is that bad?” 

“No, ‘cause all the excess radiation gets ventilated inside there,” he gestured to the cell next to you. “Vinvocci glass contains it.” You didn’t completely understand the mechanics of it, but his tone suggested it wasn’t the best thing. 

“All 500,000 rads about to flood that thing,” he continued 

“Oh,” you laughed anxiously, “you better let me out then.” 

“Except it’s gone critical. Touch one control and it floods,” he pulled the sonic screwdriver out of his pocket, “even this would set it off.” He twisted the tool in his hands, staring at it with a disappointment you had never seen before. 

That’s when it occurred to you. To open the door, he would have to step into the radiated cell. If he tried to use the sonic, it would flood your own cell with radiation. He couldn’t get you out without killing himself in the process. 

Of course, this is how you would die. Helping someone else. The universe was incredibly cruel at times. 

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “Just leave me.” 

“Ok, right then, I will.” He laughed and began to walk away and for a minute you really believed he might leave you there. You weren't even mad. After a few steps, he spun back around.

“You just had to go in there didn’t you?” He laughed, but it didn’t seem funny to you. 

“You had to go and get stuck!” He shouted, voice cracking with pain. He was sad, and he was angry, and those things made him cruel. You knew this, but that didn’t make it hurt any less for you. 

“There was a man in here, he was scared,” you gasped, “I couldn’t just leave him.” 

“Cause that’s who you are!” The Doctor cried, throwing his hands up. He was right - that’s who you were. Something that only a few hours ago he had loved you for. Now, he seemed to resent it.

“Really,” you said, “just leave me. We’ve had our times. I can be done now.” You meant it. It had been a good run, but all things ended.

“No,” He laughed, “we could do so much more,” He screamed, tears gathering in his eyes. 

“So much more!” He shouted, looking up at the ceiling in agony.

“But this is what I get,” He sneered, “My reward.” 

“Well, it’s not fair!” He screamed, throwing a bunch of nearby objects off a desk. You had never seen him this distraught. He was such a peaceful, happy man. 

He was panting now, tears streaming down his face. The worst part was, you were stuck. There was nothing you could do to help him. Nothing you could do to calm him down. You were helpless.

“Doctor,” you begged, fighting back your own tears. 

He ignored you and started walking towards the cell. He had made up his mind, it was better to lose himself than lose you. He could never lose you. Ever. You were the most important thing in his life. “No! No!” you shouted, throwing your hands out, “Please! Please don’t!” you cried. He continued to ignore you, facing forward in a stoic manner. 

You sobbed, no longer caring about staying strong. You couldn’t let him do this. Not for you. 

“It’s been an honor,” he whispered sadly, hand resting on the opposing cell door. You shook your head, tears staining your cheeks as you silently begged him to stop. 

“Better make it quick,” he said before throwing the door open and stepping inside. 

You rushed out of the cell, knowing it would be all kinds of foolish to stay inside. You were mad at him, so incredibly mad for choosing your life over his own. 

Almost immediately, the Doctor began groaning in pain. He clutched the walls of the cell, scraping for any kind of support as the radiation coursed through his body. His knees gave out, causing him to fall to the floor. His hand dragged along the glass as he fell. 

You couldn’t take it, you rushed over to the cell. You placed your hands on the glass, desperately wanting to do something. Anything that could take the pain and suffering away. 

“No!” you shouted, banging against the glass as hard as you could. It wasn’t a pretty picture. In fact, it was far from it. Tears streamed down your face, and not in an elegant way. You screamed at the top of your lungs, guttural sounds that were painful to hear coming from your own mouth. Your hands banged against the glass. You knew it was futile, but that didn’t stop you from doing it. 

You couldn’t bear to see him like this. 

He curled up in a ball on the floor, gripping his hair in excruciating pain.

At that moment, you would have done anything to stop it. It could play out a thousand different ways, and in every scenario, you would much rather be the one in pain. 

Just as soon as it had started, it all stopped. The system shut down, and the Doctor’s body began to relax. You stopped your banging, stunned by the sudden calm. The room was painfully silent, your screams replaced with nothingness. The silence was deafening. 

Slowly, the Doctor got up from the floor and looked around at the controls in the cell. You couldn’t bring yourself to stand up.

“Systems dead. I absorbed it all. Whole things kaput,” he said, like it meant nothing. 

You sniffled the rest of your tears down, using the rest of your strength to pull yourself up from the floor. You didn’t know how to react. 

He pushed the door open with ease, “Oh, now it opens,” he laughed. 

He looked the same. He hadn’t regenerated or died. He looked… fine. 

“Are you ok?” you asked. The Doctor didn’t respond, he didn’t really know how to. 

You couldn’t believe it. He was fine, he was really, truly, fine. You threw your arms around him, holding him as tightly as you could. He allowed one of his arms to gently wrap around your waist to support you. 

You kissed him, and then you did it again. And again. And when you had exhausted that, you leaned your forehead against his, gasping for breath. 

“You’re fine,” you whispered, closing your eyes. He was fine. Your Doctor, safe in your arms. The two of you would be ok. It was going to be ok.

You pulled back to examine him, to make sure he really still was your Doctor. A part of you still didn’t believe that it was ok. That he was ok.

“Only a few battle scars to show for it,” you laughed, running your fingers gently over his cheekbone, careful not to touch his cuts.

When you pulled your hand away the Doctor grunted and ran his own hand over his face. When it pulled away, all of his wounds were gone. 

“Doctor?” you gasped, horrified. You slipped out of his arms, your feet planting themselves back on the floor. 

It didn’t take long for the Doctor to realize why you were upset. He looked down at his hand, all signs of injury erased. 

He took a deep, shaky breath, “it’s started.”

[blissxjj]

Obey me brothers X rich spoiled MC

SFW

Featuring: Brothers+ Diavolo/Barbatos

Lucifer

•He really doesn't care about your money he thinks it's impressive to be making billions at your age but he really doesn't like how spoiled you are

•He likes it when you buy him gifts and presents (he will never admit it though)

•He hates when you spend your money on useless products but then it don't even effect your bank account so he let happen

Mammon

•At first he didn't really understand how crazy rich you are but then he asked you sarcastically to buy him a new car and you did!

•When he asked how did you manage you just showed him your own personal Goldie and he understood immediately that this little card is the key to access endless money

•People who don't really know him will think that he likes you because of your money and it makes him sad because everyone who knows him well knew that you were his love at first sight way before he knew about your money and wealth

•He sometimes hates it when you blow your money on him because you think that's what he wants all the time

•NO human! Sometimes he wants love and attention and simple surprises as small as a kiss on the cheek.

Levithan

•He feels bad because all you were to him was his personal piggy bank but it all changed when he started to fall in love with you

•Now he only asks for things that are not materialistic like Kisses, hugs, praise

•And he knows how much you love him because any game he talks about you have it signed by the developer and bought waiting for him at his room when he comes home from RAD

•You really love how no matter how much he gets used to your gifts he is always so grateful and thankful when you get him something new

•And it makes you love him more every single day.

Satan

•Much like Lucifer he is impressed of how much you make

•Hates it when you get all spoiled and bratty but then again he gets it you have all the right to spoil yourself it's your hard earned money after all

•Loves all the expensive hard to find books you buy for him

•he loves it when you let him spoil you from time to time it makes him happy as much as it makes you

Asmodeus

•Dummy was going with you to salons and hair dressers shopping sprees without even realizing how much you spend

•once he checked the tag on one of your dresses that you bought for a party and almost passed out at the price

•10.000$!!!!!! For a mini dress that barely had any fabric

•he starts regretting making you buy his products but then you reassure him that it's ok and he can get what he wants

•he is hesitant at first but then he just let's it happen.

Beelzebub

•This baby boy was getting food from you and eating it not realizing how much it actually cost you

•he once told you to not spend money on him and you almost cried on the spot he panicked asking what's wrong

•you just want to spoil him and show him how much you love him and he keeps refusing you

•then he asked you to balance between your material love and physical love

•this baby just wants to be held and kissed from time to time give him that.

Belphie

•We all know he is the king of spoiled and bratty and you are his queen

•both of you like the attention and items you get for the both of you

•he sometimes feels guilty and stops spending with you instead showing you how much he loves you and not just your money

•but you keep spending none stop and you both go back to old habits of spending, sleeping, cuddling, sex and repeat.

Side characters:

Diavolo

•You are at his level of wealth and thinks it's nice to meet someone at his level at something for once

•he likes spending as much as you do but he has a sense of responsibility unlike you

•he likes it when you spoil him and make him feel taken care of for a change

•He hates when you have literally everything and he can't gift you anything because you already have it all same on your side

•so when it's birthdays or occasions where gifts are supposed to be given you both give something money cannot buy...

Your bodies :)

Barbatos

•Oh you have money....cool

•he doesn't give a shit and you know it that's why you keep trying to impress him with food, tea and mice poison but nothing does

•and he likes when you go to incredible lengths to get his attention and approval it shows him how much you really want him

•unlike the others he doesn't accept your gifts and wants you to stop being so spoiled but your puppy eyes always win

•he ends up being grateful he accepted your gifts and likes it so much you are the only one who knows what he wants most.

Masterlist

[uncannyalien]

(last seen at the tmnt au comp u _ u)

(Oh Stars my first au interaction! I hope you like it!!)

Jade leaned against a wall, keeping their back firmly pressed against the surface as she watched over the crowd.

There were so many. Turtles as far as they could see, with a few other strange creatures intermixed. Some looked familiar, covered in colorful stripes like the Mikey she knew and his family had, but others were…not as such. It was a sea of shades of green sprinkled with every other color like someone had dropped a bag of paint. Yet in their differences, they all fit together. They were all the same.

To say that the room was loud was an understatement. Hundreds of creatures huddled up and chatting amongst themselves, embracing each other saying how long it’s been, or completing introductions. While the ruckus was not in their mind but instead processed through her ears, it was simultaneously overwhelming and comforting. That was why she had retreated to the edge of the room.

“Oh wow, this is absolutely insane!” Mikey exclaimed by her side, the teen jumping as he smiled. Raph and Leo had disappeared into the crowd to search for Donnie who had vanished the moment he realized something called the ‘multiverse’.

“Are you excited, Jade?” Mikey asked, his scaly hands wrapped around their lower arm as he bounced. “There’s so many of us! And we get to hang out with them and talk to them and dance and sing with them?! This is so rad!”

Jade felt a pang of sadness. Mikey obviously wanted to melt into the swarm with his brothers but had chosen to stay with her. On the sidelines. Alone.

“You can go, Mikey,” They signed, finally. “Go have fun.” But the orange-masked turtle shook his head, frowning that they would suggest such a thing.

“I don’t wanna leave you. You just met my brothers yesterday and then we suddenly pop up here?” Mikey gestured to the throng. It appeared many turtles had begun pillaring atop one another’s shoulders and attempting to push the others off.

“This is a lot of action for ya and I wanna be here for you. It’ll probably calm down once the event actually starts, okay?” Jade only nodded in response, their top arms wrapping around her torso.

Is the noise the actual problem here? They thought.

But in the crowd, they spotted something.

A particularly noticeable turtle was wandering about, showing a piece of paper to those around with a frantic expression. The turtle observed her overlooking the colorful mass and began marching toward them. He looked eerily similar to Leo, but Jade’s eyes knew better. His wrappings were different, and his stripes were placed differently on his arms.

The turtle weaved through the crowd and stopped in front of the two of them, taking a moment to catch his breath. He was around the same height as the Leo they knew, but she still towered over him.

“Hey, excuse me,” The turtle said, lifting a piece of paper. “Have you seen this Donatello? Wears a tutu, has lil swan wings, extremely violent but like only 50% of the time?” The words streamed out of the turtle’s mouth in such a quick fashion that Jade was glad for her memory. But the words were all foreign to them.

“Hi!” Mikey chirped as he stared at the picture on the paper. “Are you another Leo? That’s so cool!” The Other Leo nodded and pointed to his sheet again.

“Yeah, welcome to the club, please have you seen my Donnie? He disappeared the moment we arrived!”

Mikey took a long look at the image of a pale-looking turtle, a strange collection of bunched fabric around his waist and his feet…pointing…? This planet was getting weirder the more they knew about it. Was Other Leo searching for this creature?

Mikey shook his head, the swooping tails of his mask fluttering.

“No, sorry. Can’t say I have. What about you, Jade?” He asked, looking up at her expectantly. Jade had no choice but to use the tried and true response.

“Confused.”

“Oh! Sorry, you don’t know a lot of those words yet. Have you seen them?” Mikey corrected as he pointed to the sheet of paper.

Other Leo raised the page higher up as Jade hunched over to get a better look. Even if she didn’t have the chip, there was no way they wouldn’t remember seeing such a strange being. Unfortunately, they hadn’t regardless.

Jade shook her head and signed their apologies, returning to her full height and careful to not have the points of her horns bonk into the wall.

Other Leo sighed and offered his thanks before fading into the colorful storm once again.

“I hope he finds his Donnie,” Mikey stated. “Though I doubt there’s many places he could’ve gone…”

Jade continued watching the swath and the sadness returned. Their tail curled around her leg.

Why was she feeling like this? They knew the rules, a mysterious voice kept repeating them that floated over the mass of green. They knew where the exit was thanks to the clear glowing sign above the doorway on the opposite end of the room. Raph and Leo had only left to find Donnie, and Mikey was right with them.

So why?

They were surrounded by individuals who were all weird and different like she was. There were hundreds of Mikeys, Donnies, Raphs, and Leos. A few Splinters, Shelldons, and some others they did not yet recognize.

Oh. That’s why.

This was just another reminder that there was only one of her.

Jade placed a hand on Mikey’s shoulder.

“Let’s go find that other Donnie.” She signed. “It’s not good to be alone.”

“That’s a great idea, Jade! The guys can find us later, let’s go find that Donnie!”

Remember Forever Masterpost

[lost-in-lamentation]

hi! i am new in your account and i really loved your writings! * chef kisses * i was wondering if you could do some comfort fic for mc comforting a crying solomon and mc like uhhh hiding his face in the crook of their neck and pats him? thx🫶🏻

a/n: heheh hi anon ♡ one sad sorcerer, coming up!

content: this is an implied anxiety attack on solomon. just a lot of comfort from you to him.

warnings: solomon is a sad boi (again). it's a lot of physical comfort rather than verbal.

hurt/comfort. solomon × gen!reader (you/yours).

word count: 1.1k.

the sound of pen against paper echoed quietly throughout your room, accompanied by the occasional sigh and the sway of the music that played out from your d.d.d.. you sat at the table close to the foot of your bed, textbook open in front of you and flash cards fanned out in your hand as you cross referenced your notes. meanwhile, solomon sat cross legged on your bed while leaning against the wall, head in his hands as he tried to comprehend the extra work that the professor had given him. it was a pattern you had grown accustomed to; these after RAD study sessions with the sorcerer. but today, you couldn't shake the feeling that solomon looked more tired than he usually did. you snuck glances at him every so often, worry amping up when you realised he hadn't moved for the last 20 minutes. silently, you slid out of your seat, heading down to the kitchen to grab a snack and some water for the both of you. solomon still hadn't moved by the time you returned, and a part of you wondered if he had fallen asleep like that. 

"solomon," you called softly, sitting on the edge of the bed in front of him. "you should drink something. here, i brought water." concern gripped at your stomach when solomon made no move. "solomon," you said again, placing a hand on his knee this time. 

startled, solomon snatched your wrist and pulled it up, frantic eyes meeting yours. his mouth hung open briefly, incoherent stammers and cut off words unable to make their way out. "MC, i-" panicked, he released your hand. solomon dropped his gaze down to where his legs crossed. a few beats of silence later, solomon forced a laugh, subtly wiping the corners of his eyes. "sorry, i must have scared you," he struggled to keep his voice stable. "i should head home so you can get some real studying done." solomon pushed past you, never raising his face to look directly at yours. 

"wait, sol-" 

"i'll see you tomorrow at RAD, hm?" his head remained lowered. 

"solomon, just hang on a second," you pleaded, scrambling off the bed to catch him.

the witty sorcerer, quick as ever, slid away from your grasp, a feigned smile resting on his features. "i'll be excusing myself-" 

"solomon!" you shouted at him, voice bouncing off the walls. when he finally looked up at you, you saw the red that outlined his eyes. your heart fell, a mix of confusion and sadness infusing into your expression. exhaling a sigh, you reached for his arm, taking him by the elbow and leading him back to your bed. the mattress creaked under the added weight as you shuffled to lean back against the headboard. you kept your grip on solomon's arm just tight enough, pulling him to lay flight on top of you when you adjusted yourself comfortably. only when he resigned himself to you did you finally release his elbow from your hand. "you could have said something, you know," you stated, voice firm, but still soft around the edges. 

solomon didn't say anything in return, instead choosing to curl his fingers into your clothes and hold tight. if it weren't for the unspoken anxiety that solomon was battling, you would have enjoyed the way his head rested on your shoulder. 

"tired?" you asked through a whisper. 

the nodding of his head was barely noticeable. he was barely moving other than the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. 

you sighed into his hair, legs wrapping around his and hands massaging the small of his back. "rest, then." you stole a glance at his face, just catching the way his eyes blurred with tears. holding solomon close, you brought him up just a bit higher so he could hide his face away against your skin. 

one tear fell first, and a second. before long, a full sob broke from his throat as he bowed his head into the crook of your neck. you rested your chin gently atop his temple, shielding him from the outside world. his hands tightened around the fabric of your shirt as he burrowed himself deeper into your touch, longing to be surrounded by you and only you. you drew him in even further, as far as you could, until his tears seeped into your clothes and marked your skin with sadness. solomon shuddered against you, his sobs tearing into his body. 

"breathe, solomon. i'm right here," you reassured him, taking one of his trembling hands in yours. slowly, you pried his clenched fist open so that you could slip your fingers in between his. when you did, solomon tightened his hold on you, gripping onto you like you were a lifeline; and you were. your other hand fell to his waist, rubbing circles ever so softly into his side while you waited for him to calm down. his tears changed from individual droplets to gradual streams as he let himself go. 

solomon hated this part of himself; the one that didn't know how to stop himself from completely shattering. but he knew another part of him wanted this, wanted to be stripped away of his walls and barriers and be laid bare, heart on his sleeve as he released an eternity's worth of emotions into the open. into you. 

he'd find another day to tell you everything, but for now, with your fingertips ghosting up and down his spine and your voice echoing the words he needed to hear, he rested, and he gave his whole being to you. 

you hugged him tightly when you felt his breathing begin to even out, pulling your head back to see if you could look at his face. "do you want to talk about it?" you prodded gently. 

"... not today, please," solomon whispered out, shutting his eyes. "just let me stay here." 

you hummed your approval, nuzzling onto the crown of his head. "take as long as you need. i'll be right here." 

the sorcerer gritted his teeth, desperate to stop the tears from overflowing once more. much to his disappointment, he could not, but perhaps this time, it was okay. after all, you were right there to catch them when they fell. you were always there to catch solomon when he fell. you had done it today, and you'd do it again in a heartbeat. solomon knew that, and at the thought, he smiled for the first time that day. 

and for the first time in a long while, solomon felt loved.

a/n: solomon gets the highest form of affection; putting him through pain and suff-

[lala3244]

Unwillingly ignoring him

~ I thought about what I wanted to write for this story but instead of writing it I fell asleep and I forgot what I imagined so here is another take of this story. Also Happy birthday to the sweet Simeon! ❤️~

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For weeks, you had unwillingly ignored him. Until he confronted you about it.

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Angst/comfort

You woke up, happy and relieved to have a day off. You listened closely for any sound and smiled when you were met with silence. Finally a day where you didn’t need to look after anyone, a day where you could do what you wanted. You waited for that day for weeks! You didn’t have time to see any of your friends, well except the brothers, you enjoyed the time spent with them but every moment with them was some kind of adventure and chaos. You missed being bored. You stretched your body and stood up. You went to the kitchen, looking around to make sure you were really alone. The brothers had to go somewhere you weren’t sure because as soon as you heard that they would be leaving, you started to plan your day and stop listening to their plans. You made your breakfast and sat at the table. You listened to the silence, only the sound of you eating breakfast echoing in the room.

While eating breakfast, you had decided to visit your friends at the Purgatory hall. You had missed them. You would quickly say hello to them at RAD but as soon as it was done, you were dragged away by one of the brothers for one thing or another. You didn’t even have time to text them. They sent you text messages but they were always left on read with an answer half finished and were never sent. You felt bad that you neglected your friendship with them.

You were finally ready to get outside, smiling stupidly at seeing your friends. When you opened the door, you saw Simeon pacing in front of the entrance. You stopped and watched him. He hadn’t noticed you. Your heart swelled at the sight of the angel. You always found him beautiful and even if he wasn’t, his kindness and sweetness would still make you fall for him. You haven’t told him how you felt, you figured an angel like him had other things to think about and you didn’t think he would like you as well. After a few seconds, he stopped and started to walk towards the door. He finally noticed you. You thought he would be happy to see you but instead of joy you saw anger in his eyes. You gasped at the intensity of that anger. He pushed past you and opened the door, he held it so you could get inside too. He looked around. “Are the brothers here?” You winced at his harsh tone but shook your head to answer his question. He closed the door a bit violently and you jumped when it closed with a loud bang. You had never seen the angel angry before. Not even a tiny bit. His usual smile had disappeared to a scowl but you still found him beautiful. He was pacing the hallway. Anger sparking his eyes. You could only watch as you didn’t know what was happening. He took a big breath and let it out slowly then he stood in front of you.

You felt small as you had to lift your head to look at him. You cowered under his cold stare. You couldn’t bear to look at him so you averted your gaze. What made this sweet being so angry? Was it you? He cleared his throat so you would look back at him. “Are we not friends anymore?” You stared at him in silence. He took your silence as a positive answer to his question. “Luke is devastated. You had been ignoring his text messages. You barely talked to him at RAD. You don’t come to bake with him anymore. What did we do?” Your heart broke thinking about the little angel, sad. You shook your head but before you could answer, he started to pace again. “You never answered any of my calls or messages either. What did we do to you, huh?” You braced yourself and approached him slowly. You touched slightly his arm so he would stop moving. “Simeon, I know. I miss you too. I apologise sincerely about neglecting you. I didn’t have a moment for myself for weeks.” Tears started to form in your eyes. All the exhaustion of the past weeks was coming down on you all at once. “I know it is not an excuse but I am sorry. Actually, I was on my way to come see you.”

He moved his head to the side so he would have a peek at your face. His anger started to go away when he saw the tears in your eyes. You lowered your head in shame. “You know, I feel so guilty. I really miss you, and Luke. But the brothers were really demanding of my attention and you know how they are, it’s hard to say no.” You were watching your tears falling on the floor. You didn’t think, Simeon, of all the beings here, would get this upset. You didn’t think he cared about you that much. You felt happy at the thought but felt guilty to have upset him.

He approached you and tilted your head with his hands. He wiped your tears with his thumbs. His heart shattered at the sight of your tears and that he was the one making you cry. His anger melted away and was replaced by sorrow. He didn’t realise how much you had been holding up and he had forgotten you were such a people pleaser that you barely had time for yourself. You stopped crying and that was when you realised how close you were to the angel. The feeling of his hands on your cheeks made your heart skip a beat and when your eyes fell into his, your heart sped his pace. You felt a blush forming but you couldn’t look away from his eyes. You saw the sorrow in them but you saw another emotion that was slowly taking over the other. Admiration? Love? Dedication? You frowned, wondering how it was possible that he would feel that. He let go of one of your cheeks and grabbed your hand to put it above his heart. You felt the fast heartbeat and looked at him quizzically. He smiled his signature smile. “I am truly sorry about my outburst. I… I missed you so much and knowing you spent all that time with the brothers made me mad. I need you. I want to spend more time in your company.” Your heart raced even more at his words so you did the same. You took one of his hand and put it above your heart, a small smile appearing on your face. “I want to spend time with you too. You don’t know how much I missed you.” He took a step closer, hand still above your heart. Your heart skipped a beat which he felt. It made his smile grow bigger. Your breathing was faster the closer he got. You took a step back but he snaked his arm around your waist to prevent you from escaping the closeness and pulled you closer to him. He moved the hand that was on your chest and put it behind your head to tilt it. He slowly moved his face towards yours. He was slow and deliberate with his movements, his grip on your waist and head loosened so you could move if you didn’t like where this is going but you didn’t. You looked at him expectantly.

He stopped an inch away from your lips and looked into your eyes to make sure you were comfortable. You closed the gap to confirm you were. The kiss was soft and a bit hesitant. You pulled away first so you could wrap your arms around his neck. He smiled and pressed you closer to him. He kissed you again but this time, he was more confident and passionate. He pulled away and took your hands. “Are the brothers gone all day?” You chuckled and nodded. “Great” and he led you to your bedroom.

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THE END

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