#wouldn't be a proper leviathan without those ;)

[moons-rising]

ITHGULEOIR

now with stunning adopts made by stardog #158127!

ithguleoir is an ancient sea leviathan who hails from the appropriately named leviathan trench but now likes to roam the shallows just off the coast of the clan's territory~ though he occasionally becomes a problem because he often reshapes the shallows by tunneling through the sand, creating hidden hazards to ships passing through, he is mostly accepted as a friend of the clan and he'll sometimes swim with and even protect the local fishers and other water dragons when they venture into the sea! 🌊

[2af-afterdark]

Would you believe me if I said I have some more ✨thots✨ on Omega MC in WHB?

Like how Beel/Bael is a two for one deal because MC’s sweet sweet heat pheromones are driving them crazy?

Or how everyone in Abbadon (idk if it’s one or two B’s) just are eagerly waiting to help (and by eagerly I mean fighting each other to have a chance)

Or how Naberius and Buer are just at each other because they should be helping the sweet “innocent” omega? (Dogs man /j)

I do wonder if you have any other thots on this, go as rabid and feral as you want for this, I live for Chaos

🦩

I saved this ask. I saved it for a rainy day. Today is my rainy day. fun fact: omegaverse is one of my comfort genres. I read it whenever I need a pick-me-up

First part

Bell would pop up in Avisos unexpectedly the moment MC enters their heat (he smelled it across all of Hell); walking into the sight of Bael already peeling open their shirt and groping them while his nose is buried against their neck to sniff at their sweet scent. They are both turned on by smell and a human omega is a new experience; a surprisingly sweet treat. Cut to MC in Bael's lap, his hands all over them, and Bell eating away at their wet entrance. MC will walk away covered it bite marks... if they could walk afterward, that is.

Abbadon is a complete toss up. I have the feeling a few members would be more than happy to work together (see Phenix and Ronove) but some may want MC along because they don't think the poor human could handle the session if they had to handle more than one devil all on their own. RIP to the cute omega, because those devils will still go back-to-back without giving them a proper break. Good thing Paradise Lost is always ready to lend a helping hand. Speaking of which....

Imagine Paradise Lost! The healers are no joke. If anyone knows how to be extra rough with a desperate omega, it has to be them. They have the terrifying ability of healing people to the point that it's like they were never injured at all. They can go pretty far as long as MC doesn't die or lose a limb... And considering how rotted an omega's brain could be during a heat, they may not even notice how rough the boys are being. All they know is that everything feels good.

But, yes, I think Naberius would be the worst™. Dog smells bitch in heat (affectionate) and loses his fucking mind. He would be humping MC so fast that they wouldn't be able to do much else than beg him for more. God save you if you try to come near his omega. He will bite you will all three of his mouths (I like to believe he turns into his Cerberus form when MC is sleeping so they can cuddle against the big puppy).

Glasyalabolas would be a jerk about it though. He lives for chaos. He would tease and torment MC without a hint of relief just so they keep spreading all those sweet omega pheromones and drive everyone else crazy. He'd watch the entirety of Hell turn into fistfights over MC... then he'd finally steal MC away and give them what they've been craving from him just so all the fighting was pointless and everyone else is left blue balled.

LEVIATHAN THOUGH! Just imagine him finding out MC is in heat! Imagine how quickly he grabs MC from wherever the fuck in Hell they are at that moment and stealing them away to his room so that he's the only one enjoying their sweet scent. Imagine how many days he spends with them completely drunk on their heat, loving on him and only him. Then imagine how envious he is after MC's heat passes because "do you only feel that way about me when your mind is addled?" so he makes them prove that's how they always feel about him for a few more days on top of it.

And what about Mammon?!?!?!?!?! Man owns the world and would gladly give it to MC in a heartbeat. He also has zero hang ups about sexual acts in public, so I can see him going about his day despite MC's heat and just letting them climb on top of him whenever they need it. Fuck! I wouldn't be surprised if the entirety of Tartaros is as their disposal and that they don't have someone waiting on them hand and foot between the the high points of their heat. I'm sure Bimet would jump at the chance, just saying.

And Satan... Dear sweet Satan would let them cling to him all day and they could have sex and roughly or as gently as they want. He's there for them as long as they need him. If anyone else comes sniffing, he will kick them across Gehenna. MC doesn't need anyone else coming around right now when they're so vulnerable.

Meanwhile, poor Minhyeok has to deal with getting back all their use panties that smell like heat and slick. Man may go into a rut and have enough cum to fill more than one jar. I'm sure MC will need all that extra love during and after their heat.

[planetette]

obey me! — mc vs the little d's (sloth)

rating: teen

content warnings: mentions of grievous injuries, mentions of mc’s death

a/n: this was supposed to be part of a headcanon set detailing how all varieties of little d act like their avatar and how they’d react to mc??? but then this bit turned into a fic by itself sooooo if anyone wants the others just yell at me i guess?????

The Avatars of Sin aren't the only inhabitants of the House of Lamentation. Every other week, there's some brother belly-aching about yet another blob of concentrated sin burrowing themselves somewhere they're not supposed to be. Although Lucifer insists that the Little Ds are nothing more than particularly intelligent pests, you can't help but notice more and more similarities between the creepy cute critters and the lords they serve under...

Your first scars from the Devildom wasn't from Beelzebub trying to kill you over the custard, or Leviathan trying to kill you over the trivia quiz, or some rando from RAD trying to kill you just because, or by any proper demon at all.

They're from one of those goddamn little purple bastards tearing your fucking arm to shreds not even a week in.

You’re not even sure what you did to piss it off — one second, you’re poking around in the HoL, minding your own business, and the next one of the fucking things is doing its damnedest to strip the meat off your bones. The resulting mess needed a shitton of stitches (even after being slammed with every healing spell known to man — er, demon) and you learned to never be in the same room with anything with ram-looking horns.

The purple blobs continue to be just? So unnecessarily mean to you??? For no reason????? You can’t sit in the common room or the library for too long without one of them acting like they want to take another chunk out of you. You can’t get near the purple bed in Beelzebub’s room — not because he doesn’t want you over there, but because there’s always a purple blob on it that’s plotting your death. You can’t get into the planetarium at all — there’s a fucking colony in there and they snarl at you if you even look at the entrance wrong. You try feeding them like you do the others but there's a 50/50 shot they throw the food back at you, but you can’t not feed them or else they whine and whine and whine until you do give them a plate. They can’t be swayed, nothing appeases them, and so you stop extending olive branches pretty quickly.

And then you meet Belphegor — the real Belphegor, the one with ram-looking horns and cruel laughter and crueler words, who gleefully ushers in your death by crushing your windpipe and ramming his fist through your ribcage.

As you're tossed down the stairs and the world goes dark around the edges, there's only one nonsensical thought ringing through your head.

At least this explains the Little Ds.

___

After all the exclamations and explanations and revelations and hiding in your room for a week to fall apart in peace because you just fucking died, you emerge from your sanctuary to find that... all the Sloth Ds are gone?

Wait, no, not quite. They're all hiding. Where as before you couldn't blink without one of them breathing down your neck, now you have to actively look for them. You walk into any room and any Sloth Ds in there scatter at the sound of your footsteps. The only sign of them in the twins' room is the glimpse of a tail ducking under Belphegor's bed. They refuse to come out when you treat the rest of the Ds to a snack — if it wasn't for the Gluttony ones bringing them what was left, they wouldn't be eating at all.

(Certainly none of this has to do with their master conveniently falling asleep the second you enter a room. It definitely doesn't have anything to do with the guilt written all over his face whenever you two are forced to interact for any length of time. And it totally doesnt have anything to do with him avoiding your eyes even as he attempts to wheedle affection out of you.)

Slowly, very slowly, the Sloth Ds start to do... things. Weirdly nice things. At least, you're pretty sure it's the Sloth Ds. The brothers would have let you know if they had washed and folded your clothes while you were away or had cleared the planetarium of little demon blobs so you could do your astronomy homework. The rest of the Little Ds are like well-trained puppies by this point, and wouldn't have passed up an opportunity to show off their work if it meant getting more treats.

You eventually catch some Sloth Ds in the act. Your last class of the day had been cancelled and you make a beeline to the HoL so you could get a jump on the day's homework. You fling open your bedroom door, already digging in your backpack for your textbooks —

An alarmed series of squeaks have you jerking your head up, just in time to see several black and purple blurs scrambling off your nearly-made bed. One of the Sloth Ds gets kicked in the chaos, leaving it half-stunned while the rest rocket past you and out of the room.

The blob left behind panics as it rights itself, but makes eye contact with you and freezes. It slowly backs itself into the corner where your headboard meets the wall and curls into itself, body tense and eyes wide.

Seeing it cower both baffles and pains you. Even when things were at their most hostile, you can't think of anything you could have done to make any Sloth D scared of you.

But then you remember —

("I can't tell if you hate me or not," Belphegor says into the night. "You have all the right to hate me, if you do. I didn't know how good I would have it until after I almost ruined any chance of having it. I want so desperately to fix it, to fix this, but I don't know how. I hope you'll let me try.")

...What use is a right arm, anyway.

Doing your best to not startle the poor thing, you gingerly sit on the bed. You make sure your hand is limp, relaxed, and below the D's eye level before you slowly reach out to pet it.

The Little D watches your hand warily and flinches when you make contact with its cheek. You coo hey now, its okay as you scritch your way up its face and around its hat and horns. It tenses up even more for a second, then relaxes all at once, uncurling itself from its ball and leaning on your hand.

Glad to see the Little D not be so tense you take your hand away... or you try to, because it chases your hand and lets out a happy purr-trill-chirp as it bunts into your palm. You let out a small laugh and stay like that for a minute, idly scratching at its horns as the D purrs up a storm. When it finally decides its had enough it snuggles at your hand one more time, lets out a content chirp and blissfully floats out of your room.

That Little D clearly tells its friends what had happened, because your bed is full of Sloth Ds for the next week. They always clear out when you tell them to, though, only requiring pets as apologies for waking them from their nap. They start showing up at snack time too — they show up last, bleary-eyed and cranky, but they show up — and they eat their food like good little gentlemen.

(That same week, you manage to round up everyone — royals and exchange students included — for a movie night sleepover. You plop down on the couch and Belphegor instantly claims a spot at your side, insisting Beel take the other. The rest of the brothers grumble and complain, but eventually acquiesce. Seats are chosen, snacks are passed out, and everyone settles down for the first movie.

Sometime during the second, Belphegor's head bumps into your shoulder. You think he's fallen asleep, until you notice his ramrod spine and his eyes boring a hole into the TV. You wiggle a bit until you can get your arm behind him, then bring your hand to the back of his head and start scritching at the spot where hair meets skin.

Belphie melts.)

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The night after Diavolo's birthday party, with Belphie's pact still fresh on your skin, you come back to your room to find yet another pile of Sloth Ds on your bed. You gently push and cajole them until you clear off enough space to sleep, then faceplant into the sheets.

You wake up with Belphie using your stomach as a pillow. His Little Ds are piled up on top of you two, doing their best impression of a blanket and purring away.

[astaroth1357]

The MC is a Valkyrie

Demigod MC Series: Intro

Greek: Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena, Hades Pt. 2, Poseidon, Ares, Hestia, Nyx

Norse: Valkyrie

A bit of a change of pace this time! No worries, I'm not done with the Greeks or anything. I just had this idea and wanted to get it out. 

Valkyries aren't really demigods, but are a part of Norse myth as the minor divinities that help choose and deliver fallen warriors to Valhalla to join the ranks of the einherjar (the souls who will fight when Ragnarok comes). Valkyries are depicted as women who are fierce warriors in their own right. Despite their place as the gatekeepers of the Chosen, they've been said to sometimes take heroes and mortals as lovers or take residence in Midgard posing as daughters of royals/nobility. 

Lucifer 

At first, they thought they grabbed an heiress - which would have been bad enough - but then the MC grew wings, drew a spear, and asked who among them wanted a glorious death...

How hard is it to find ONE damn human on Earth? Isn't that realm supposed to be full of them??

Diavolo was thankfully able to talk their winged friend down from skewering Asmo and accepting the exchange on behalf of the human wo-… Midgard. 

Living with a Valkyrie is different for sure. The MC is a proud woman who takes her role very seriously and she's seemingly deemed him and his brothers as candidates for einherjar (despite being demons).

He's tried many, many times to explain to her that they're not interested, but she's unconvinced. Now the MC watches his brothers like a hawk waiting to cart one of them off to Valhalla! Any mortal wound could be an excuse...

He's had to save Beel and Satan twice from getting dragged to that infernal palace… For whatever reason, she seems to have taken to them the most. Is it old Norse culture to favor the brash and strong? He has no idea...

At the very least, she knows better than to try to drag him into her little plans. Though he's sure he could qualify for the einherjar (obviously, why wouldn't he?) he has no interest in leaving his life here behind.

To think he'd actually have to put surveillance on his own brothers for their safety… But they're not going to get drafted into some ancient Norse war, not if he can help it.

Mammon 

She’s an heiress… An heiress!!

Well, her human world identity is an heiress to a well-respected (and rather magical) rich family but that still technically counts! She’s crazy loaded back there! He’s in love!!

The only problem is that in the Devildom she doesn’t have a cent.

… and the fact that she keeps trying to get him killed. That’s also a problem.

In a way, things are not as bad and exactly as bad as that sounds. The MC apparently wants him to go to Valhalla (dope) but she can’t just take him there… He technically has to die in some kind of “vallent battle” first.

Her solution? Pick fights with nearly anything that moves and drag him into it!

Honestly, it’s pretty annoying… Sometimes he just wants to have a fun night out without getting into a barfight, you know??

At least the MC can handle herself… Hell, he was her "babysitter" but she barely even needed him. A lesser demon once made the bad idea of trying to cup her ass and lost a hand for his trouble…

Though, what this amounts to is the MC starting something then fighting alongside him like back-to-back badasses while looking for any excuse to scoop him up and fly him to Asgard!

Why does he put up with this? Well for starters human world rich is still rich, all he has to do is get himself a portal then he's living the high life! And secondly, well… what's the harm?

Sure, she technically wants him dead but he's the secondborn! The list of people who can take him down is so slim that it's not like he's in any danger. She even fights with him so things are a piece of cake!

Is this a case where he's 100% more forgiving because she's rich? Yes. Absolutely. But a golddigger's gotta eat somehow, right?

Leviathan 

Is it weird to be jealous over someone not wanting you to die...?

Okay, that's an oversimplification but Levi can’t help but feel snubbed that the MC doesn’t have any interest in taking him to Asgard. Like, none! And why not??

He’s strong! He’s tough! He’s part snake too! Don’t the Nords have a thing about that? Like, there’s a giant snake they’re all worried about?? Maybe he could communicate with it!

Logically, Levi knows that he really shouldn’t press her on this… MC is pretty much a Grim Reaper with a Norse coat of paint and Asgard doesn’t really sound like his speed. No anime, no video games, not even cable! It’s just eat, train, and drink all day… Ew.

But still… What makes him an odd one out? 

At best, she just knows he wouldn't be happy there. At worst, she's underestimating his skill… or maybe she's gauged him just right? He's always known he was weak!! 😫

Oh well... at least she's not a bore to be around. Far from it. She treats EVERYTHING like a life or death trial - he's pretty sure that if he challenged her to rock, paper, scissors she'd commend him for his bravery and swear on her sisters that she won't lose.

He once made the mistake of inviting her and Simeon for a game of Devil Party and they both got so into it that they nearly had a duel to the death as a tiebreaker… 

Thank Devil that the game had a pre-programmed minigame for that kind of thing… It would have gotten messy otherwise.

Well, even if his other brothers go to Asgard, he can just chill out here with Lucifer and Asmo… right…? Actually, no, that sounds horrible! MC, he changes his mind!! Take him too!!! 😭

Satan 

How many times does he have to say that he doesn’t want to go to Asgard?!?

Well, okay that’s not entirely true. Out of scientific curiosity, seeing the godly realm of the old Nords would be fascinating but he doesn’t want to stay, which the MC seems to have trouble understanding…

He’s not even sure why she's singled him out for einherjar status… Any one of his brothers are powerful beings in their own right and he’s not particularly, uh, “even-tempered” himself...

His best guess is she saw him wipe out a handful of lesser demons at some point and declared him Ragnarok material. He always ends up throwing around at least three of those idiots a week so checks out… 

If he's being honest, her very existence raises so many questions… Does this mean that Ragnarok is real? Will the human world be swallowed up by the sea? Will the gods of Asgard fight and die as a new world is established? When??

Unfortunately, the MC won't tell him when it all will come to pass (he suspects even she doesn't know) just that Loki will trigger it… Someone keep tabs on that guy.

Until then, he just has to put up with her attempts to convince him but his patience is wearing thin… He's pretty sure he threw a bookshelf at her once but she caught it anyway so yeah...

He did challenge her to a proper duel too but… well let's say she's a Valkyrie for a reason and leave it at that. (Being saved by Lucifer was so humiliating… He's done here, move on already!!)

Asmodeus

First things first, she's gorgeous. Beautiful! Divine! (Literally 🤭)

Now that that's out of the way… She may also have a screw or two loose.

Like, he gets it. She's a Valkyrie and snapping up strong souls is her thing but come on… Mammon? Really? Why would he get into Valhalla instead of him, huh??

Why can't he get to go to the beautiful afterlife of the old Norse with all their strapping warriors, lovely maidens, and endless partying?? It's not fair!!

Ugh… and now she's got him sounding like LEVI! How frustrating…

Well, it may not be that bad. According to MC, he'd have to do battle training in Valhalla and that wouldn't really agree with his beauty routine. Like dirt, sweat, blood, and muscles? No thanks! Not for him.

He asked MC if he could get some kind of pass, but no dice… Maybe he could still convince her to let him vacation there… Or go for a visit? Just one? Surely that couldn't be so bad right?? He's heard that Thor looks NOTHING like people think he does and he's so curious!!

The closest he's ever gotten was challenging the MC to a fashion contest for a visit, but he dropped that idea quick when she proposed that they somehow include a wrestling match in the dressing room (and he knows she didn't mean the fun kind...)

As much as he'd love to get skin-to-skin with MC, the idea of getting locked in a chokehold was less appealing for some reason. 🤔

Ah well, he'll just have to make due admiring her wonderful body clothed for the time being… There's something to be said about muscular ladies, no?

Beelzebub 

So she’s almost convinced him to join the einherjar like twice now…

He’s not the best at making decisions when he’s hungry and the MC keeps hyping up the food… Apparently it’s really good up there and MC says that she’s never seen an empty platter... Just thinking about it makes his stomach do backflips.

Thankfully for him, Lucifer usually steps in before Beel can sign his soul away and reminds him that he can’t just abandon the family for a meal, even if it is a feast.

You'd think he'd be annoyed but Beel isn't really bothered by her habit of trying to bring everyone to Asgard. At least not on a personal level.

Like Lucifer, he doesn't want to see his family broken up so he'd rather she wouldn't… But she's a Valkyrie right? It's what she does. It's not like she can help it.

In a weird way, he also thinks she means well. She just respects them and wants them to have a good afterlife. It would be kind of sweet if they didn't have to die for it first…

If he's being honest, he's not that worried about it anyway. His family is pretty tough, not a lot in the Devildom can take them down. As long as they're careful, everybody should be alright. 🙂

Maybe he could get MC to make some Valhallan food for them in the Devildom… Or he could get one of those immortality apples?? Though those would extend his life wouldn't they…? Oh well...

Belphegor 

Belphie's attempt to kill the MC went something like this:

Belphie: *switches to his demon form* "I can't believe you actually trusted me!"

MC: *blinks* "Oh. So you want to challenge me then?"

Belphie: "What?"

MC: "Ah, now I see! You want to fight to prove your valor then die by my hand??"

Belphie: "What are yo-??"

MC: *summons wings and golden spear* "I like your spunk, demon!! Fight me with all you have and perhaps I'll take you to Valhalla! May you join us in our fight as a brother!!"

Belphie: "What the hell are you talking about!?!"

To his credit, he put up a good fight and probably would have gotten into Asgard if Lucifer hadn't intervened to save his life.

It can be said that the MC's Valkyrie-hood took Belphie completely by surprise. Sure, he thought she was a little weird for a "human" but challenging him to a duel to the death? That came out of nowhere!

His uneasiness about her only grew after he found out that she's been literally trying to get Beel killed! How in the world were his brothers so relaxed about this?? She's insane!!

So say what you will about the MC, but she's managed to do the impossible. She got Lucifer and Belphie to make up and work together on something! (i.e. making sure she doesn't send them all to their deaths)

Between Lucifer monitoring his brothers and Belphie watching the MC, they'll keep everybody in the Devildom where they belong. That's a promise!

[chockfullofsecrets]

hi, i've read "making room" at least a dozen times since i discovered it and i'm absolutely in love - your writing is amazing; the characterization is great and it just pushed All the right buttons - you wouldn't happen to have more fantasy high content you're creating/thinking about? (this isn't a fic request, i'd just love to hear some thoughts.) love your work!

~ @inconveniently-placed-cactus 🌵

aaa i'm glad you like it! and thank you for such a glowing review, i love hearing that my characterization isn't terrible 💛 not working on any more FH content at the moment, but my brain does happen to be a random tk content generator so there's a couple fic ideas i was tossing around before writing that one (FH Sophomore Year spoilers in some of these, beware):

Riz is on a case and refusing to sleep while insisting that he's still at peak performance, and the Bad Kids concede that if he can recount all the case details while being tickled by them they'll let him keep working. (character who regularly overworks themself and struggles with guilt/self doubt? my city now)

Gorgug saying self-deprecating things about himself while he and Fig are on tour and Fig tickling him until he takes it back. i love how those two look out for each other and i also just need more people to tell Gorgug he's doing a good job 🥺

Abernant sisters tk fight! i feel like Aelwyn probably has a hard time adjusting to life at Mordred Manor after the end of Sophomore Year and, y'know, life without her terrible parents in general, and after she 'cruelly' abandons Adaine to the whims of a Bad Kids Tickle Fight (TM) by very bemusedly telling her that she looks like she's enjoying herself too much to stop, Adaine decides that a little unrestrained laughter might be good for her big sister.

Ayda notices that her wizard study buddy is feeling a bit down (without the help of Comprehend Subtext, which she's very proud of), and having been recently introduced to the joys of tickling by Fig, asks her girlfriend to help her cheer Adaine up (@achilleean wrote an absolutely killer Figayda fic and i know they had a couple other ideas so i'd recommend asking them as well!)

okay i know this is Pirates of Leviathan and not Fantasy High proper but. Garthy and Jack. Garthy and Jack. i think i would pay for tk fic with Garthy in it lmao