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#your excitement is like honey but not everyone likes the sticky sweetness of it βΈ’ πƒπˆπ€π•πŽπ‹πŽ / threads. βΈ₯
caelcstis Β· 2 months
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@diivineray wanted a starter. 2/2 the muse they wanted: diavolo for his gold hoarding goblin.
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" you're acting as if we don't see each other every day. " he laughed heartedly towards mammon clinging to him. it wasn't like diavolo minded, if anything he welcomed it and desired the avatar's touch. he'd be such a fool for saying he didn't miss his mate beyond the few passes they shared during school hours. it couldn't be helped, mammon had his multiple jobs and diavolo was - well, he was their prince. they were both busy with their own tasks, their own lives that unfortunately didn't always involve each other.
diavolo managed to peel mammon off his chest, only to pick him up instead. still laughing, he could finally see his mate properly. " what do you want to do, hm? seeing that you're so eager to spend time with me, i'm assuming you have an endless list of plans. "
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caelcstis Β· 1 year
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@kaiibacorp​ wanted a starter.
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Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β β€˜Β come on,Β sit still now. ’ he laughed softly as he brought mammon to sit on the floor between his legs.Β β€˜Β i know you probably hear hell from lucifer from running around with your head wet,Β it’s not going to be any different here. ’ he teased while he was grabbing the soft towel by his hip. his hands were gentle as he rubbed at his mate’s head and squeezed the excess water from his shower out of the tips of his silver locks.Β β€˜Β it’ll break my heart if i see you sick.Β the weather’s getting nicer and i’d like to take you out on more dates. ’
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caelcstis Β· 2 years
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gentleness. // @dangaer​ excuses - muse a brushes their thumb lightly against muse b’s rub some dirt/dust/etc away / barb and dia! >:)
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Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β JEWEL-CRUSTED DIGITS TWITCHED TOWARDSΒ the feeling of a gloved thumb brushing against his knuckles. long lashes fluttered as the prince blinked towards his butler. he retracted his hand slightly, raising it just enough so he could examine the back of his palm. did he have ink smudged on them? he wasn’t messy like how he was as a child, but it didn’t mean accidents didn’t happen when he was buried in the amount of paperwork he had.Β 
Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β tanned lips pulled into a small smile, fangs puckered out as his eyes flicked back towards barbatos.Β β€˜Β you startled me a second,Β you’re not one to touch without reason. ’ his deep laugh filled the emptiness of the large room and diavolo’s hands settled back atop his old desk.Β β€˜Β are you trying to tell me something,Β barbatos? ’ like a break, he hoped. if he worked himself too much, he knew his butler would stop him and tell him to rest . . . but diavolo didn’t feel as if he was working thatΒ hard.Β 
Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β  Β though, that always seemed to be the opposite reaction when he thought as such.
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caelcstis Β· 2 months
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@dangaer wanted a starter. 1/2 the muse they wanted: diavolo with his pretty and sweet butler.
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it wasn't very often the devildom got so hot, the never ending night often kept their temperature rather moderate. but, this past week had been hitting the prince a little rougher than usual. being a walking furnace wasn't as fun as others thought it was, at least during the summer. it was difficult for him to focus on his work, and it was difficult enough to actually get him to sit down and just look at the pile of paperwork he had.
however, seeing neatly gloved hands set down a small bowl of shaved ice and watermelon, diavolo could feel his insides cooling already. golden eyes nearly glistened at the sight of such a simple treat, like a child being handed a cookie after lunch (which he had eaten so very little of due to his lack of appetite).
chuckling, diavolo picked up the petite dish and equally dainty spoon and glanced up towards his butler. " thank you, barbatos. i normally don't complain about the heat, but i feel more uncomfortable than usual today. "
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caelcstis Β· 2 years
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demons / pt. 3
the one who plays the flute of destructionΒ βΈ’ πƒπ€ππ“π€π‹πˆπŽπ / visage.Β βΈ₯ hatred &&. blood are all you know. who would ever love you? βΈ’ πƒπ€ππ“π€π‹πˆπŽπ / about. βΈ₯ the screams of their curses still cause nightmares today βΈ’ πƒπ€ππ“π€π‹πˆπŽπ / aes. βΈ₯ you were once so mischievous &&. carefree until they denied you βΈ’ πƒπ€ππ“π€π‹πˆπŽπ / asgard. βΈ₯ little puppet you dance on your string to make your master happy βΈ’ πƒπ€ππ“π€π‹πˆπŽπ / his puppet. βΈ₯ he once offered you solitude only for you to destroy it again βΈ’ πƒπ€ππ“π€π‹πˆπŽπ / israel. βΈ₯ you wanted the throne until someone became more important βΈ’ πƒπ€ππ“π€π‹πˆπŽπ / first. βΈ₯ you confessed your feelings &&. you decided to stay with him βΈ’ πƒπ€ππ“π€π‹πˆπŽπ / post. βΈ₯ no matter how loud you scream no one will save you βΈ’ πƒπ€ππ“π€π‹πˆπŽπ / threads. βΈ₯
with a crown atop your head you will rule peacefullyΒ βΈ’ πƒπˆπ€π•πŽπ‹πŽ / visage.Β βΈ₯ you’ve never known love yet you are so full of it βΈ’ πƒπˆπ€π•πŽπ‹πŽ / about. βΈ₯ gold &&. riches make you a prince but your pride makes you the king βΈ’ πƒπˆπ€π•πŽπ‹πŽ / aes. βΈ₯ maybe the crown’s too heavy for you little one βΈ’ πƒπˆπ€π•πŽπ‹πŽ / youth. βΈ₯ the crown fits you now; perhaps more than it had anyone elseβΈ’ πƒπˆπ€π•πŽπ‹πŽ / first. βΈ₯ your excitement is like honey but not everyone likes the sticky sweetness of it βΈ’ πƒπˆπ€π•πŽπ‹πŽ / threads. βΈ₯
#the one who plays the flute of destruction βΈ’ πƒπ€ππ“π€π‹πˆπŽπ / visage. βΈ₯#hatred &&. blood are all you know. who would ever love you? βΈ’ πƒπ€ππ“π€π‹πˆπŽπ / about. βΈ₯#the screams of their curses still cause nightmares today βΈ’ πƒπ€ππ“π€π‹πˆπŽπ / aes. βΈ₯#you were once so mischievous &&. carefree until they denied you βΈ’ πƒπ€ππ“π€π‹πˆπŽπ / asgard. βΈ₯#little puppet you dance on your string to make your master happy βΈ’ πƒπ€ππ“π€π‹πˆπŽπ / his puppet. βΈ₯#he once offered you solitude only for you to destroy it again βΈ’ πƒπ€ππ“π€π‹πˆπŽπ / israel. βΈ₯#you wanted the throne until someone became more important βΈ’ πƒπ€ππ“π€π‹πˆπŽπ / first. βΈ₯#you confessed your feelings &&. you decided to stay with him βΈ’ πƒπ€ππ“π€π‹πˆπŽπ / post. βΈ₯#no matter how loud you scream no one will save you βΈ’ πƒπ€ππ“π€π‹πˆπŽπ / threads. βΈ₯#with a crown atop your head you will rule peacefully βΈ’ πƒπˆπ€π•πŽπ‹πŽ / visage. βΈ₯#you’ve never known love yet you are so full of it βΈ’ πƒπˆπ€π•πŽπ‹πŽ / about. βΈ₯#gold &&. riches make you a prince but your pride makes you the king βΈ’ πƒπˆπ€π•πŽπ‹πŽ / aes. βΈ₯#maybe the crown’s too heavy for you little one βΈ’ πƒπˆπ€π•πŽπ‹πŽ / youth. βΈ₯#the crown fits you now; perhaps more than it had anyone else βΈ’ πƒπˆπ€π•πŽπ‹πŽ / first. βΈ₯#your excitement is like honey but not everyone likes the sticky sweetness of it βΈ’ πƒπˆπ€π•πŽπ‹πŽ / threads. βΈ₯
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