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Pick me boys and MC - Part 2

Characters: Satan, Asmo, Beel and Belphie (x reader, separately)

Pick me girl variant

Part 1 – Lucifer, Mammon and Levi

Main Masterlist

CW: pick me boy behaviour. The guys are more protective and offended in this one. There are some demons crossing bounderies, spreading lies and treating MC without respect, but that was expected, right? Mentions of sex and vouyerism on Asmo's part, and a bit suggestive on Belphie's. MC's sick on Beel's, but there's nothing too graphic, and there's some violence.

A/N: these are long. I think I tagged everyone? Sorry if I missed someone!

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Satan

What money was for Mammon, knowledge was for Satan.

A different type of coin, a more sophisticated source of power and a blanket to keep him safe and secure. Differentiating himself from Lucifer had been a priority from the very dawn of his life, and so he pushed himself to never stop learning; to keep evolving and make himself important from what he knew alone. To be needed, even if only for answers, because he was the one who had them and not Lucifer.

His room was an accurate representation of his mind. Filled to the brim with books, both rare and common, and old and new; names, dates, descriptions and information about his world, the one above and the one in the highest level of all three realms. If it wasn’t available in his unconsciousness, then it was on paper, and he still had access to that.

Besides, he couldn’t ignore the people.

He collected books, sure, but also contacts. Feeding his brain with knowledge and training his wrath to keep it at bay made him a pleasant conversationalist, and he was also clever and charming. His social circle was impressive and living proof of his capabilities. He knew at least someone everywhere he went and he made sure to make a good impression, no matter their importance; add the fact that he made sure to never own any favours, and you’ll understand that others knew what to expect from him before they even began speaking.

He was a safe bet. An intelligent demon, perhaps the most intelligent out of the seven brothers, with a dorky side and a peaceful resting face that made him look approachable to the public.

Satan thought he was set for life.

And then you came into the picture.

You, who knew nothing about demons and even less about the Seven Rulers of the Devildom; who came from the human realm of all places with an outstanding ability to find trouble and an unbelievable addiction to danger and rule-breaking. You had managed to form a pact with Mammon right of the bat, and, although that wasn’t an impressive feat per se, it showed you weren’t a nobody they should ignore. Sure enough, it didn’t take too long until you collected more pacts with three of his other brothers.

But it wasn’t what you were capable of that caught his attention, no. It was the reaction you got from Lucifer.

And that had been enough for him to decide who would be the next demon you’d make a pact with.

Satan knew he was a desirable ally to have in your personal corner. Although the youngest of the brothers, he was the fourth most powerful, which was impressive, and his knowledge touched every corner of the world: from geography to history, literature, medicine, biology and much, much more. Anytime you’d need anything, he would have the answer. And if you wanted something other than information, like a ticket to a famous event, chances are he knows the organizer and can get you one without using an ounce of magic.

It’s obvious why your rejection made his world come crumbling down, and why the blow almost made him hurt you.

Of course, things changed as time went by, and he soon realised he would’ve never been the demon he currently is if it weren’t for the strength you had to stand your ground while he threatened to torture and kill you in horrific ways, but that tense moment in his room filled his mind with a significant weight.

He thought about it each time he cupped your face and the tip of his fingers grazed the soft skin of your earlobes, and he wondered if you remember him describing how he would tear you apart limb from limb.

He remembered it each time you stopped talking to Lucifer mid-conversation just say hi to him whenever he entered the room, because he had told you once, in a vulnerable moment, how bad he wanted to come before Lucifer for once.

It roamed around his mind, too, while he carefully searched for the next part of his favourite book series in his favourite book shop. The shelves where chaotic, organized in their own kind of way and caring only towards the well-being of the book, ignorant to the difficulties the customers had while looking for their desired product; and they reminded him a lot of his room. Most demons became desperate in the store, which Satan could understand, but some of his favourite novels came from this tiny, messy place, so he liked to give it more than a few chances whenever he visited.

It was also the first time he took you there, so he also wanted you to have the time to find something good.

Sadly, the narrow aisles were particularly packed that day, and he couldn’t avoid chuckling with pity as he saw you balancing on your knees while trying to avoid the bulky shape of an older looking demon behind you, who was intensely staring at the same shelve as you with a tilted head.

Except…

No, no he wasn’t.

Frowning, and momentarily forgetting his own book, Satan got up from his position and slowly walked towards you. His blood felt extremely hot under his skin and his eyes were focused, in search of an adversary, but he had learnt to control those urges long ago. His expression remained calm as he stepped into the aisle after yours, even faking interest as his fingers traced the spine of each book, and he looked carefully at the stranger through the gaps.

Seeing how he dressed, he could pass as one of the professors at RAD, but, as a council member, Satan knew each one of them by name and was a hundred percent sure this demon wasn’t part of the student body. Not an elder, but not too young either, and styling his moustache upwards, he looked like a caricature. It could look fashionable in other circumstances, but he was staring at you like you were a piece to buy at a function, and it was creeping him out, thus taking away all positive traits from him.

Satan waited, hidden behind the bookshelf, for the demon to raise his eyes and discover his own peeking between hard covers and loose papers, but it didn’t happen. The phantom feeling of his tail swishing behind him in impatience (just like a cat’s) sent shivers up his spine, but he didn’t want to jump to conclusions, much less cause a scene.

What if you were feeling the stare of the older demon above you and were simply trying to ignore it? Waiting for him to leave on his own? What if you didn’t want Satan to jump in and save the day?

Thankfully, it didn’t take too long until you stood straight and turned around to flee the scene, and possibly to search for him, inevitably crashing against the demon and making him laugh with a sort of condescendence that made Satan’s skin crawl.

“Young human!” he chuckled, softly patting his vest as if the mere contact with you made it dirty. He then leaned over you and shook his head with the same hint of superiority. “I knew you were all distracted creatures, but it’s always exciting to see it in person”

Satan could only see your back from his position, but he knew you enough to understand your tense posture as being mildly annoyed; not enough to snap back. Sighing deeply, he forced himself to keep watching without interfering.

“And may I see what you chose?” he asked, but he didn’t let you answer and took your book right out of your arms. Had he been more distracted, Satan would’ve gasped loudly at the violation of privacy. “I am an intellectual, you see, and I strive to know the process that makes demon’s minds work. A human’s feels exotic; you understand? So I need to know!”

His voice was deep and twangy, jarring in the mellow atmosphere of the book store, and Satan had to supress the need to curse when he saw you putting your hands in your hips and trying to get your book back, unsuccessfully. The older demon quickly turned around, keeping you away from his grasp on the novel, and laughed like he just caught a child stealing candies directly from the trey.

“Quite impatient, are you? Back then, humans used to be more obedient and subdued. Now you’re all so feisty! You need to learn how to wait”

“Excuse me…!” you growled, masking Satan’s equally offended hiss.

“You’re excused, my dear”

He went to pat your shoulder, reassuringly, but the novel distracted him. He didn’t notice how you took a step back and huffed and puffed in outrage, looking around for someone.

Satan didn’t need to be called.

His shadow started covering the titles of the books just as the older demon “congratulated” you on your good choice.

“You have impeccable taste, my dear, this is a classic. I can’t help but wonder, though… Are you sure you’re prepared for its difficulty? It has a complicated arrangement of words. Wouldn’t you prefer a lighter book? Romance, perhaps…”

“Sir, I did not ask nor do I want your opinion” you answered quickly, turning only to place a calming hand on Satan’s shoulder before leaping forward to get your novel back. “I like reading and I like hard-to-read books because it makes me pay attention. You, on the other hand, are boring and predictable” and before he could answer anything, you chastely kissed Satan’s cheek and left the aisle. “I’ll wait for you in line, my dear”

He chuckled at your teasing whisper.

“I’ll go in a second, my dear” he said in response.

The change in his demeanour was immediate, going from murderous to giggly in less than a couple of seconds. His heart beat faster, almost fluttery-like, and the softest shade of red covered his cheeks.

The elder demon, however, resembled a gaping fish.

“How inconsiderate…!” he was saying, flushing from embarrassment. “I was just trying to…!”

“I recommend you stop talking” Satan said softly, smiling despite the venom behind his words.

A brief look around him let him now that no one had seen what had happened in that particular aisle. The other customers were still doing their own thing and you had, seemingly, calmed down and were now distracted by the trinkets hanging from the ceiling, mouth open in astonishment and eyes sparkling with wonder.

Discreetly, he took a step forward and gestured the other demon to come closer, which he surprisingly did.

Perhaps Satan was far more convincing that he initially thought.

“I want to make it clear that the only reason you are alive right now it’s because I’m on a date” he said, still smiling like it was a trivial conversation. However, the temperature dropped a few degrees around them, and he could see the elder demon gulp uncomfortably. “But if I ever hear you disrespecting my beloved and insulting their intellect again, I’ll personally hunt you down, cut you open and feed you to the street cats living behind my house. I’ll see you rot and be devoured each morning until there’s nothing left of you, and, at the same time, I’ll share my collection with MC. Because that’s their name. They’re not your dear.”

Satisfied and impatient to finally be reunited with you, he turned around to leave, but stopped to say one last thing.

“By the way” he grinned over his shoulder. “They do have impeccable taste”

Asmodeus

See, MC, when you told him you liked “people-watching”, what he understood was drastically different from what you had planned.

There he was, dressed up to the nines with makeup to match and ready to surrender his body to you and your desires, forced to sit quietly inside a cute café with a veggie smoothie in one manicured hand and your clothed thigh under the other. Of course, Asmo would never complain about your presence or your company, and he could tell the smoothie was all natural despite the unbelievably good taste, but he couldn’t help but feel perplexed.

And a bit disappointed, if he was being honest with himself.

The first thing that crossed his mind the day he woke up to your beautiful face and an invitation to this particular date idea was that he didn’t really know you. Was memorizing every inch of your body not enough? He wasn’t opposed to exploring and trying new things, obviously, but he never really saw you as someone who would offer something so naughty so out of the blue. Don’t get him wrong; just thinking about it was titillating! Also, thankfully, he knew some clubs around town that offered exactly what you wanted, and he had the prestige and reputation to get an impromptu reservation, so you just had to tell him a day and a time!

He had thought you both were on the same line when he opened his bedroom door earlier and mewled at the mere sight of you, all dressed up and not-so-subtly matching his outfit.

He had, understandably, thought you were being a tad extra daring when, instead of heading to the club he had made reservations in, you walked towards the metropolitan centre, chose a packed establishment and sat in the furthest corner with him. Your sides were touching, his scent mixing with yours, and he had almost clapped his hands impatiently for the big event to happen.

Was it a surprise ‘Asmo party’? Were all of those people going to get naked next for you two to watch? When did you start planning the whole thing? And how could he possibly pay you back??

His heart had almost busted in excitement during the next few minutes, only to slow down in confusion as you ordered something for them to eat and drink, and, even though you ordering for him was still kind of hot, he hadn’t been able to control his frown and his loss of words afterwards.

Which took him to where he was at the moment.

Sipping a slightly sweet green mixture as he watched other demons and witches go on with their lives.

You were there with him, so he was obviously happy, but he had worked himself up to the idea of seeing some naked action just for you and him! Asmo wouldn’t call it boring; only… underwhelming.

“MC” he started saying, dubiously. “Forgive me if I’m being repetitive, hon’, but I just can’t understand what’s so good about this. Wouldn’t you like to go to that place I told you about? Oh, we could get some interesting stories there…”

But you just grabbed his chin and kissed it distractedly, still observing the other patrons.

“It’s not about getting stories” you answered patiently, chuckling, moving your hand to caress the soft ends of his hair. The gesture alone made him close his eyes in pleasure and lean heavier against you. “It’s about watching people live. Seeing what others outside our bubble spend their time in, what they consider important and how that’s different from us. Look at that succubus over there; she saw you buying this smoothie and bought it for herself. She clearly doesn’t like it, but she’s still drinking it. Why do you think that is?”

He shrugged, sipping again and letting the ingredients rest on his tongue: mostly veggies, but also a couple of fruits, and probably no sugar at all. Certainly not for everyone’s tastes. 

“Maybe she likes it sweeter” he said in the end, giggling and playfully bumping against you before letting his head rest on your shoulder. Your smile grew warmer while his suggestive cadence gave you goosebumps. “Or, maybe, she likes it spicier”

Your body shook under him when you chuckled again. Dazed, Asmo watched as you took a sip of your own glass, savouring and relishing the flavour before licking your lips and, finally, looking back at him.

“What about you?” you asked in a low voice, meant just for him. “How do you like it?”

The double entendre in your words didn’t escape him; instead, it reached out for him and grabbed onto his insides, twisting them and making him feel like he was about to explode from exhilaration. He sat straighter, closer to you, and focused intensely on your eyes, differentiating each coloured muscle as if that would help him find your soul faster. He knew his charm didn’t work on you, but his current desire would be enough to turn you on. And, probably, the entire café as well.

Was the smoothie an aphrodisiac or was it just you? Either way, he felt like the luckiest demon in the three realms.

“Au naturel” he whispered, scooting closer and closer with each breath. The atmosphere got quieter around him, and he couldn’t tell if his passion was blocking everything else or if all the other patrons were getting just as impatient for the pleasure of intimacy. “What the body wants, I’ll give”

“Whose body?” you whispered in return, getting even closer.

A game with two winners.

“Why choose just one?”

You smiled, as if agreeing with his statement, before abruptly closing the distance between you. A sigh of relief came out of his chest to die in your lips as his hands searched for yours, finally settling on your hips and the lowest point of your back, pushing you towards him; or on top of him or under him, Asmo wasn’t sure. Your body eluded his proximity each time things escalated to the altitude he was most comfortable with, pushing him down on his cushioned seat and simultaneously making him want you even more than before.

By the time you, sadly, moved away, his clothes had turned from cotton to leather and a pink hue emanated from his skin.

“Your eyes look like champagne” you noted out of breath, teasingly, avoiding the interested look from others around you with faint embarrassment. “Do you feel fizzy, too?”

“I’ll feel whatever you tell me to feel, MC” he answered immediately, squirming in his seat with what he knew was a vulnerable look.

He didn’t mind being watched; not in the slightest. But there was a sort of weakness only you could pull out from him, and he never knew how to respond to it without fully offering himself. As a result, no one besides you had ever known him as deeply.

When you raised your hand to cup his cheek, his head tilted almost instinctively, letting you hold its complete weight.

His heart jumped seeing you getting closer again, but, unfortunately, you aimed for the corner of his lips.

“Look at you, my favourite devoted demon” you mumbled against his skin, tickling him. “Let me pay and then, we can go somewhere else”

“Where, I wonder?” he hummed in a singing voice, pointedly looking at your ass as you got up and walked away from your booth.

The last thing he heard was your laugh as you disappeared amongst the crowd.

They, the patrons, had gone back to their own devices, but Asmo could still feel the remnants of desire hanging in the air, curling around their bodies and flustering them further. That was how powerful the connection between you two was: if only a kiss caught the attention of dozens; what would more do? The sole idea brought him to shivers.

Unfortunately, his focus got momentarily driven away by an unpleasant noise.

Your name, spoken by a grating voice not far away from him.

“…doing too much” they were saying, like a child throwing a tantrum. Asmo moved to the edge of the booth and leaned forward, trying to hear better. “We didn’t come here to see that”

“Are you seriously complaining?” responded a feminine voice in a shouted whisper, incredulous. “Those were Asmodeus and MC, full on making out in public! It’s the best day of my life right now”

“Well, that’s just sad” spit out the first one.

Frowning, and dancing on the line between being offended and being amused, Asmo lifted up from his seat and quickly located the sour-talking demon. It wasn’t a difficult task. Although as envious as everyone, he seemed to be the only one acting awful about it; which was plain rude! How could anyone not enjoy the sight of you and him together? He would gladly take the risk of sounding like his scumbag of a brother, but people should pay to watch you two together!

“Well, I think you’re the sad one” said the second voice, clearly making fun of the first one with an exaggerated irritating tone. “I think they’re leaving, anyway, so you have no reason to complain”

“What do you mean ‘I don’t have reasons to complain’? Am I supposed to just sit here and watch as they lick each other’s throats? Can’t I just eat in peace now?”

His companion, who he couldn’t see from his position, didn’t say anything for a couple of seconds, clearly taken aback. Then, her pointy hat started trembling along with her laughter, but Asmo couldn’t share the feeling.

Your name was well-known across the Devildom: plastered on pages of the Newspaper at RAD, posted on numerous Devilgram posts from all sorts of accounts and even official royal statements meant for public and private media. Both you and Solomon could be considered celebrities amongst most demons and witches. Sure, you weren’t as famous or important as the A-listers or the government officials, but, understandably, the two human realm representatives would for sure have a significant audience.

So, this sad-looking demon had many sources to know your name from. Which he didn’t have was reasons to speak it with familiarity.

“Okay, what’s up?” said the faceless companion between laughs. “You clearly have something going on in your head”

“I’m not supposed to say it…”

“Oh, shut up, you want to tell me and you know it”

The demon sighed, being unnecessarily dramatic about it, and leaned over the table as if he was sharing a secret. Asmo repeated the gesture, staying on his seat by pure luck.

“I slept with MC on the first week of the program”

Another second of silence, then a laugh. A loud one. The pointy hat fell from the witch’s head as she cackled like a maniac in her friend’s face, making him shush her frantically with not much success.

“You?” she hollered, desperately trying to breath. “And them?”

The demon’s face grew increasingly darker as she laughed the air out of her lungs, eventually lifting the collar of his jacket to hide behind it.

Again, Asmo didn’t know whether to laugh or march in their direction with all his fury. He took a quick glance towards the cashier’s corner, where you were patiently waiting for your turn completely unaware of the situation you’d left behind. There was only another person ahead of you.

“It’s true! I slept with them! Twice!”

“Yeah, and I’m getting married to Lord Diavolo, didn’t I tell you?”

“I’ll tell you how they are in bed” he insisted.

And that’s when Asmo drew the line.

He knew he was the type of demon who liked exposure. Hell, he had accepted your date because he thought there would be some bodies getting exposed that night. Had he left when he realized that wasn’t what you had in mind, though? No, he had stayed. Had he forced you to leave with him and go to one of his preferred clubs? Also no. He was a good boyfriend and he had stayed in the café because he loved being with you, never mind the pastime.

And unknown exposure could be fun, depending on the situation… But if you were involved?

Asmo didn’t care who you did or did not sleep with before you started dating, but only Lord Diavolo knew what that demon was going to say about you.

And, also, he was so out of your league; he needed to do something about it.

“Please do tell” he chirped once he got there, graciously scooting the witch aside to sit where she had previously been. The demon stared at him with eyes open wide as his companion choked on nothing, blushing and reaching out as if he was a vision and not flesh. “Unless you’re lying, in which case you will prove yourself to be as pathetic and stupid as you look”

He opened his mouth, mumbled something Asmo couldn’t understand and finally dropped his blank stare to the empty plate on the table.

“Look into my eyes” he murmured sweetly.

The response was instant.

Letting a trembling sigh, the demon quickly did as he was told and focused his hazy gaze on Asmodeus. The warmth exuding from his skin was noticeable from across the table, and the blush covering his face and his ears was unmistakable even in the romantic darkness of the café.

He looked vulnerable, exposed and subdued.

Asmo hummed in amusement.

“I don’t know if you did or did not sleep with MC” he confessed, shrugging to show how little importance he gave to the matter. “And, frankly, I do not care. They’re with me now and we belong together; that’s what matters most to me. If you want to feed delusions to yourself, you’re free to do so! But keep in mind: you’re nothing. A speck of dust in the wind that wouldn’t make anyone turn their heads. And an ugly excuse of a demon that talks too much for his own good. You will not speak ill of them. You will forget ever thinking you even deserved being under their eyes. Understand?”

Another shaky breath escaped the demon, tears of panic pooling in the corners of his eyes as he hurriedly nodded with his head, trying to free himself from Asmo’s spell.

Just then, a hand softly placed itself on his shoulder. The touch was so gentle and loving, he didn’t need to look up to know it was you, so he just kept looking at the demon; making sure he understood what was being said at the table.

“Are these your friends, Asmo?” you asked, completely oblivious. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but we were leaving. I already paid. Or… do you want to stay…?”

The question brought him back to you.

Blinking rapidly to chase the effects of his charm away, Asmo smiled sweetly and looked up at you, raising his hand to grab your thigh and bringing you closer to his seating body. Your thigh was right next to his face and he had to focus so to not kiss it right there and then.

“Do you know them, hon’?”

He waited patiently for your answer, feeling the stare of the witch behind him and watching the uncomfortable fidgeting of the demon from the corner of his eye. He was still blushing, but now due to embarrassment.

The tension in the air grew as you pondered, breaking silently when you finally shook your head and smiled politely.

“I’m afraid I don’t”

“Then I guess we can leave” he giggled, standing up and hugging your side with teasing fingers before briefly looking over his shoulder. The witch had an evil grin that made the demon shrink further and further under his coat. “Nice chat!”

Beelzebub

He didn’t need to be worried.

You were fine.

You. Were. Fine.

He didn’t need to be worried.

The words echoed in the crevices of his mind like a mantra, only showing their effect in a deep frown that had settled on his forehead days ago and hadn’t disappeared even after Asmo’s overly affectionate facial massages and Belphie’s sleeping magic. If anything, what he knew had been his brothers’ best effort to help had only made him feel worse: each moment away from you had felt like time wasted, and no amount of rest or massaging proved to be eventful as long as you were in pain.

He hadn’t even known what sickness it was back when it started. One moment you were fine, albeit a bit more tired than usual, and the next you were unable to lift yourself from your bed, eat or even look at him; doing nothing but mumble gibberish and toss and turn in search of a cold spot between your bedsheets. No matter how much he’d tried to console you and feed you your favourite dishes, even junk food, no response ever came in return. It looked like you didn’t even recognize him at times.

Of course, that only led Beel to promise never to leave your side; at least for the first few days. He’d made himself a nest right next to your bed, with pillows and blankets arranged in a circle, and had sat there dutifully as you tried to sleep your illness away. His brothers had come and go, bringing you both food and attempting to convince him to sleep in his own room while they took turns watching over you, but they had all been unsuccessful.

In the late hours of the night, while everyone else was asleep, he’d wondered if that was how Lilith had felt, helplessly watching her lover wither away as she remained perfectly healthy and forever glorious; a product of the Celestial Realm.

He had wondered, with that deep frown and an uncomfortable ache in his chest, how far he would go for you if your sickness was to worsen.

The answer came to him easily.

Thankfully, though, a quick research trough some modern medical books let Satan know, and later report to his brothers, that what you had was a temporary illness: a bad fever, deteriorated by the hostile air in the Devildom and the aggressive magic around you, and, thus, probably making it difficult for you to recover on your own.

Still, knowing that hadn’t been enough for Beel to leave your side.

It wasn’t until the guys from Purgatory Hall came with comfort food for you that he finally decided to get out of your room and leave you under the care of the others. Not because he wanted to eat it by himself, obviously, but because someone had to keep Solomon from feeding you his dubious concoction. The colour was wrong, it smelt weird and it looked like it was made of wet concrete, so Beel could only fear what that thing would do to your poor health if the sorcerer was left to roam free. Unfortunately, he was as generous as he was oblivious regarding his cooking skills, so your poor demon had a hard time keeping Solomon away from your room. In the end, Luke was the one to come to his rescue, saying that, since your illness was human, it could possibly have some contagious agent. That seemed to be enough to convince the witty sorcerer, who even found the gesture moving, but still insisted on keeping his dish in the fridge so you could taste it in the future.

Mammon threw it in the garbage the moment they left.

Beel could’ve sworn he heard it sizzling.

In the end, after a mix of much-needed rest, edible soup made by Simeon and Belphie, and human medicine courtesy of Diavolo, you finally gathered enough strength to recover and, slowly, go back to your daily life.

You were fine.

But your speech was kind of slurred, slow, like you were still fighting the dense fog inside your mind; and your hands trembled when you held too much weight.

He didn’t need to be worried.

At least, that’s what you told him.

But could you blame him? You’d looked so weak buried in your bed.

His frown deepened at the unpleasant flashbacks. Shaking his head to chase them away, he finally forced himself to put every ounce of his attention on the task at hand. He was holding triple his weight right above his chest, and he was risking a serious injury by thinking about those bad memories in such a vulnerable position. Thankfully, his laboured breaths gave those around him a reason not to think twice about his tortured expression.

Taking a deep breath, Beel opened his eyes and took notice of the present.

He felt sticky to the touch. Thick drops of sweat traced the shape of his muscles, staining his clothes on their way down before pooling on the black vinyl of the bench. His hair was wet, too, and it was uncomfortably clinging to his forehead; he tried to throw it back with an abrupt shake, to no avail.

Suddenly feeling overwhelmed by the heat of his own body and his t-shirt clinging to his skin, Beel exhaled as steadily as possible and slowly lowered the barbell.

The clank of the metal bar felt oddly satisfying.

Looking around as he caught his breath, he noticed the gym wasn’t as full as it was a couple of hours ago. Some of his fangol teammates were still there, preparing for the new season, but they had known better than to train with him that particular day and had left him to his own devices for the rest of the evening. Whether it was a product of his bad mood or reality, everyone around seemed tired and fed up. The silence in the room was awkwardly interrupted only by multiple grunts and a generic pumped up song coming out of the tattered speakers, sound slightly pitchy.

It felt like it was a good moment to go back home.

Besides, how tired were you? He had seen you taking more breaks than usual throughout your session, but you weren’t completely healthy yet and the gym wasn’t exactly known to be a clean environment. What if you got sick again?

Trying not to obsess over the possibility, he sat up and swapped the sweat away from his forehead, pushing his hair back in the process.

You’d expressed on occasion how good he looked during and after exercising, so perhaps he could convince you to leave the gym as soon as possible.

Blushing at the thought, he walked towards the row of treadmills and looked out for you.

It wasn’t difficult, thankfully, giving that you were one of the only two people exercising there, but Beel couldn’t help but find it weird how, out of all the available treadmills, the demon chose the one right next to you to carry on with his training. He looked like he was talking, clearly annoying you with his hands gestures, but you weren’t complaining in any way. If anything, the only thing that seemed to bother you as you walked and listened to your own music was the excessive size of your water bottle.

As long as you were hydrating yourself…

However, the closer Beel got to where you were, the more he realized that you weren’t just drinking.

You were avoiding talking back to the stranger.

You had your headphones on, music audible even from where he was standing, but the demon didn’t look like he cared about that detail. He still talked and talked, moving his hands to catch your attention and laughing in a teasing manner when you kept ignoring him, as if you were just playing hard to get. He could recognize the symbol on his backwards cap as the logo for the opposite local fangol team.

Not wanting you to be more uncomfortable, Beel moved to catch your attention.

At the same time, the other demon raised his hand to slap your back.

No matter how soft he hit you, the surprise alone was enough for you to choke on your water and cough your lungs out in heaves. The sound was painful to hear, and it made his skin crawl and his sweat turn freezing cold.

Ever the caring boyfriend, he launched forward to comfort you.

Then heard the demon laughing, clearly believing the whole ordeal to be a simple, hilarious prank.

Before even realizing it, Beel’s hand changed directions and latched onto the stranger’s collar, pulling him back from one strong pull. A part of him curled in satisfaction when he heard him gag and wheeze on his way to the floor.

“The hell…?!” he finally yelped, looking furious and disoriented as he landed with a hard thump. “Who did that, bro?! Who fucking did that?!”

The gym fell in immediate silence, broken only by a different song that felt jarring against the atmosphere in the room. Some people stopped what they were doing just to stare in undisguised curiosity, while others simply rolled their eyes before continuing their session. Beel could feel his teammates staring at him with a raised brow, but he didn’t pay them any attention.

Instead, he grabbed the demon by the t-shirt once more and raised him in the air before throwing his body against one of the pillars in the room, keeping him in place with a hand on his chest.

The demon thrashed and clawed at Beel’s forearm, but he didn’t move. He couldn’t even feel the damage being done. He remained silent, and watched as his soaked wristbands morphed into the white sleeves of a familiar leather jacket. The tight pants felt impossibly irritating over his sweaty skin, but he’d take that any moment as long as his true form served a purpose.

He could see you in the corner of his eye, quietly shutting down the treadmill before drinking again, this time slower and more relaxed. You didn’t look afraid or affected by the demon’s actions, just understandably tired by the exercise after almost two weeks inside the house.

“Tell your dog to leave me alone!” the stranger yelled at you, bringing Beel’s attention back to him. He’d stopped moving, but was still hitting his hand in search of freedom, unsuccessfully. “I didn’t even do anything, bro!”

“You hit MC” stated Beel, eyes squinting in his direction with murderous intent.

“No I didn’t. I didn’t!” he insisted, looking mildly afraid but still feeling too boastful to act better, let alone apologize. “I was just telling them that they were using the treadmill wrong, I was offering to help. If they think I hit them, then I’m sorry, but I was only trying to do them a favour, bro!”

“I saw you hit MC”

The words were spoken through his teeth, low with anger, but it still didn’t clock on the demon that he was in danger.

“I didn’t hit them bro, I just tapped them!” he repeated slower, deep in exasperation, throwing his hands in the air as if Beel was the one being irrational.

He felt a hand on his shoulder, too rough to be yours, and the familiar voice of one of his teammates carefully spoke in his ear.

“We risk the season if you have a fight with him” he warned him in a whisper, but Beel didn’t care. “Coach will kick you out, dude…!”

But the sound of your cough reverberated in his mind, and his fingers unconsciously moved from the demon’s chest to his throat, finally making his expression change from victimizing to horrified.

“I saw you hit MC” he said again, hearing the familiar buzz of his wings behind him.

His blood turned scalding hot as he pressed further and further against the pillar, feeling cartilage and muscle bend under his hand like rubber. The demon’s breaths were just starting to turn into gasps when he felt another hand gently curling around his waist.

He didn’t need to look back to know it was you, but he still did.

He watched, trying to soften his gaze, as you stifled a yawn under your shirt and gestured towards the locker room doors with your ridiculously giant water bottle.

“I’m tired” you mumbled, uninterested in what was happening around you. “Let’s go home?”

The demon’s body sounded heavy when it suddenly fell to the ground.

“I have some ideas for dinner” you kept saying, locking their arms together before briefly waving his teammate goodbye. “See you soon, Sam!”

Beel barely heard him thank you and bid you farewell as you guided him across the room. He felt his demon form evaporating, leaving him looking sweaty and pink by his previous effort with the gym equipment. After a deep sigh, he lifted his arm and slowly lowered it to let it rest on top of your shoulders.

“So this is what happens to generous guys like me now?” mumbled the irritating demon behind him, but Sam thankfully cut him off.

“Shut up dude” he said, tiredly. “Go hug your mom or something”

Their voices lowered down as you both got away, and Beel made a mental note to offer his teammate some snacks in the future. And to not eat those when the time came.

His bad mood only completely disappeared when you both stepped onto the street and he felt you walk even closer by his side and playfully bump his hips with yours.

“That was pretty hot, by the way” you giggled, lightly pinching his waist with a smile before grabbing his hand (the one that had almost killed the demon) and kissing his knuckles. “Thanks for saving me Beel”

His cheeks reddened at the sweet gesture, but he didn’t dare to look away from you. The Devildom moonlight made you look ethereal.

“I’ll always be there for you, MC” he said, trying to make his monotone voice sound as warm as he felt. “That’s my promise”

If only you could understand how serious he was.

Belphegor

If there was anything in the three realms that Belphie hated with his whole damned soul was going to RAD for absolutely no reason.

Attending classes already was a big effort that felt completely worthless in his eyes, and he only did it because Lucifer would hang him otherwise and because he usually had either his twin, you or both walking by his side each morning. Waking up early made him feel like a car ran over him, having to pay attention during class gave him pounding headaches, and when he did find moments to sleep, the hard surface of his desk made his hair do weird things.

You used to joke saying that a cow licked him.

He didn’t find it very funny.

Overall, the experience seemed to be a waste of time. It wasn’t like he was a bad student anyway, since he got high marks even when others thought he didn’t study, and his reputation was pretty much clean in comparison to some of his brothers. Did he steal and sell school material? No. Did he cause rallies over his sex appeal and the opportunity for others to gain his attention? No. Did he eat school material? Also no.

It pained him to bring his twin down to make a point, but… the lemon fresheners from the second floor bathrooms? Seriously, Beel!

All in all, he didn’t understand why he had to be there at first hour in the morning when classes had been notoriously cancelled so the students could prepare for midterms during spring break. Barely half the class was there and not even their PE teacher cared enough to make all of them do their exercises. Sure, some were running and playing, trying to make time go faster somehow, but most were lounging against the stone walls of the coliseum or smoking in the bathrooms.

His own head was comfortably resting in the crook of your elbow, with one of your hands offering support for his chest and the other slowly detangling the knots in his hair. If it weren’t for the fact that you were talking to him, he would’ve knocked himself out long ago.

“Are you sure you don’t want to play?” you were asking, voice soft yet teasing. “They have a cool ball over there”

“Shut up, MC” he mumbled against your jacket.

Your laugh shook his body for a couple of seconds before dying down. He felt your nails affectionately scratching his nape before going back to his hair, and he had to stop himself from squirming with pleasure.

“I was trapped in an attic for weeks, I need to rest”

You gasped at his words, astonished from his audacity, before laughing again. Whether he said it seriously or not was up to you.

“Okay, first of all, you were trapped in the attic a year and a half ago; you need to let it go” you stated, slipping your hand under his collar and tickling whatever patch of skin you could find. Startled by the gesture, and trying not to smile, Belphie sat on his knees and stared at you without blinking. “Second of all, wouldn’t being trapped make you feel pent up? More reasons for you to go and play ball!” 

“I was trapped in the attic for a month and a half” he corrected you. “If anything, I have all the reasons to not do anything at all anymore”

He laid down again to hide even further under your uniform jacket, but you just sat straight and sent him to the ground. Deciding to be the bigger person, Belphie folded his arms under his head and closed his eyes.

“As compensation, you know” he added.

A couple of seconds passed in silence as you processed his words, and, for a moment, he feared you would go pettier and refuse to cuddle him anymore. He was already taking big risks by basically laying on top of you in front of your classmates, and he really didn’t want to spend that awful morning on his own when you were right there.

Thankfully, your soul was the most beautiful one he had ever seen.

“You’re a brat” you said in the end, sitting right next to his head and lowering your hand to caress the edges of his face. “And I’m enabling you”

“You love enabling me”

“Don’t put words in my mouth”

“I’ll put whatever you want in your mouth”

“Belphie-!”

“I meant my lips” he chuckled. He opened his eyes just enough to take a peek at your flustered expression. “You’re spending too much time with Asmo”

He smirked as you pouted and crossed your arms over your chest, stubbornly refusing to look at him again and, instead, focusing on the game taking place before you.

There were a few demons practicing cheerleading moves on the side as the half-bored players kicked the ball and barely protected a makeshift arch to score in. Everyone seemed uninterested in the match, but he supposed it was better than stare into space doing absolutely nothing.

A quiet incubus he had never spoken to before was doing exactly that and he looked absolutely miserable, frowning and scribbling in a notebook like the pages did something terrible to him and deserved punishment.

“What do we have next?” you asked in his direction.

Although he was thankful for the opportunity to talk to you again, did you really have to ask that?

“I don’t care” he sighed in response, truly being the most sincere he’s ever been in his lifetime.

A sigh just as bored came out of you, and, for a moment, he thought sleeping would actually be the next best thing to do.

Until a voice interrupted the silence around you.

“Seductive speechcraft” said the incubus next to you, voice small and movements shaky. “In half an hour”

“Thanks, bud” you smiled politely.

The incubus gave a tight smile in response before going back to his notebook.

On the other side, Belphie nailed his finger on your side and smirked as you immediately squirmed.

“Do you want to practice?”

“God, you’re awful”

You could act as tired of him as you wanted, but he saw your smile and he knew how much you liked when he teased you.

“I’m going to go get something from the vending machines next to the locker rooms” you said out of nowhere, suddenly standing up and blocking the moonlight above you with your silhouette. Belphie closed his eyes, trying not to blink the dirt you moved from the coliseum’s floor. “Do you want anything?”

“Just come back as soon as possible” he shrugged.

Then, he heard your footsteps go into the distance, walking quickly to do exactly as he said.

Belphie could be dry and demanding, but you knew he spoke from the pure need of your company and your affection. It wasn’t that he wanted you to be with him at all times; he just wanted you. There was a difference.

Sadly, his thoughts were cut short as another set of footsteps walked in your direction. Slowly, and carefully, Belphie squinted at the sound, and frowned when he saw the quiet incubus decidedly marching right behind you. Feeling a tug in his belly, he got up and silently followed you both.

By the time he reached you, the incubus had you cornered against one of the machines, with his open notebook in display and a furious red colouring his entire face.

“I’ve noticed how he treats you, you don’t have to settle” he was saying, nervously pushing his hair back and ignoring your wide-open, startled gaze. “I promise I’ll do better!”

Belphie took a step back, feeling like someone just pushed him away, and watched in silence as you tried to gather your thoughts and answer a coherent response. You looked flattered, offended, irritated and tired; not the best mix to feel while rejecting someone.

It wasn’t like he cared, though.

Settle…?

“I think there’s been some sort of misunderstanding…” you started speaking, holding out a hand to placate the demon.

However, he misunderstood the gesture as an invitation and launched forward to grab it and place it on top of his chest.

“You don’t have to lie to me, I understand your struggle. It can’t be easy to put up with someone so selfish and…”

Whatever followed that sentence went unheard by Belphie.

He closed his fist and took a step forward, trying his hardest not to transform right then and there and commit murder on a random Tuesday. He didn’t care about Lucifer’s opinion or Diavolo’s reputation, but he knew you’d be mad at him if he killed a poor idiot with no boundaries, so he’d rather keep you in a good mood.

There was no way he could forgive being called a selfish boyfriend, though.

He loved you more than life, even if his teasing didn’t show as much, and this nobody had no reasons to state his unwanted opinion.

But, sadly, just as he was going around the corner to grab his head and throw him to the ground, you spotted his figure in the darkness and looked at him with a hard stare, eyes completely focused on him and promising a bad time if he dared go further.

He stayed where he was, completely silent.

“I’m sorry if I let you believe there could be anything between us, but you’re completely out of your mind if you think you can come up to me and dictate what my relationship with my boyfriend is like. I love him and he loves me, and you’d know why some relationships are not what they seem if you talked to someone other than your reflection in the mirror!”

With that said, you turned around and, somehow, pushed the buttons to get your snack from the vending machine.

The incubus opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of the water.

“But…! But I…! I drew you!” he whined. “It took a lot of time! I deserve at least a date!”

“What you’ll get is a trip to Lord Diavolo’s office if you don’t leave me alone right now” you threatened, getting your change back and walking away towards Belphie.

By the sound of the fleeting footsteps, it seemed like the incubus was running further into the school grounds, away from the humiliating rejection.

Belphie stared at you, speechless, feeling the familiarity of a blush covering half of his face as you took the wrapper off your snack and munched on it. You were looking at him like nothing had happened.

“I do this because I love you” you reminded him matter of factly.

“I can draw you” was the only thing he could say back.

But, instead of an honoured expression, like he had expected, you cringed and cupped his face, briefly letting him taste your food before walking away.

“There’s no need for that, babe”

He looked at you as you left, face still furiously red and hands itchy with yearning, and frowned as he realized what you just said.

“And what does that mean, MC??”

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Pick me boys update:

Satan - 1934 words

Asmo - 2626 words

Beel - 2359 words

Belphie - currently writing

I'm hoping to post this either tonight or tomorrow 🤙🏻

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With an MC as buff as Beel

Characters: Leviathan, Beelzebub and Belphegor (x fem!reader, separately)

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Anon request: i'm letting you choose the characters for this, but i was wondering how some of the demon brothers would react to a fem!MC who is almost or as buff as Beel. clothing often covers them up, but when wearing something like a tank top they're very noticable

TW: lesson 16 briefly mentioned, accidentally seeing you half naked

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Leviathan

Please, take into consideration that the only reason he didn’t react to you when he first met you was because his pathetic, moronic, loser of a brother had stolen from him and he was in dire need of getting his money and his figurine back.

Not even when he took you to his room and let you ogle at his ample collection did he bother to wonder what did you hide under your baggy clothes. He was just too focused on getting back at Mammon.

It wasn’t until after the TSL quiz and your unfortunate wrist sprain that he discovered how impressive your figure actually was.

He thought everything was fine between you, giving that he offered a pact in exchange of a friendship, so imagine his surprise when he opened his door one morning only to find you already waiting for him, tapping your foot on the floor with poorly restrained fury and looking like you wanted to punch something. Or someone.

You were so mad…! But why? What did he do? Did you realize that you were losing your time with him? Were you there to call your new-born friendship off?

…so soon?

But no.

You were mad, yes, and at him; but not for the reasons he suspected.

Turns out that, by indirectly spraining your wrist during his outrage, he had made you unable to properly train one of your arms for at least half a month.

He’s left speechless. He can’t comprehend how could anyone willingly train and, not only that, but also be frustrated when unable to do so. There are so many better things to do than going outside and running and doing boring things! Look at him, for example; his schedule is so full he doesn’t even have the time to actually go to school!

At least, that’s what he tells you when you demand an apology from him right then and there.

He shuts up when, suddenly, you unzip your hoodie and flex your arm, showing him your bulging biceps and the tendons hidden under your bandages. You’re still complaining, lamenting how are you going to keep yourself in shape with a damaged wrist.

By the time you look back at him, he’s blushing and his eyes are lost in the hard muscles of your body.

Put him on a headlock, see what happens.

Beelzebub

He could tell you were in good shape ever since he met you.

Sure, the baggy clothes didn’t let him see how defined your physique was, but it was obvious that you were strong, resilient and tough to the touch. He had seen you carry several bags of groceries like they were nothing and even running past Mammon when fleeing the eldest brother’s wrath without breaking a sweat.

Ever the lonely type of demon, Beel initially took that information about you as a simple curiosity; and remained uninterested for the following couple of weeks or so, but you were irresistible and wishing to be closer to you was unavoidable.

Especially when you were forced to share a room with him.

Mind you, he wasn’t a pervert like Asmo, but living in the same space led to some accidents right after showers and before going to bed; and even when he closed his eyes as quickly as he could, he still managed to take a peek of your naked body.

Parts of your naked body, at least, and never beyond your underwear.

He remembered noticing the wideness of your shoulders, the sharp lines between each muscle disappearing under the fluffy towel from the communal bathroom and the thickness of your thighs and calves that showed nothing but pure power.

It had surprised him more than he expected, but, over the next few days, he realized that this revelation about you was nothing but exciting.

The both of you quickly built a daily routine, with laps around town before classes and trips to the gym in the evening.

Of course, you weren’t nowhere near his level, but you were the best companion he’d had so far.

And the best part? None of his brothers would interrupt your time together. He had you all to himself.

Belphegor

Mr Sloth himself remembers extremely well when was the first time he saw your impressive muscles.

It had been right after you discovered who he really was. Not the poor human imprisoned by Lucifer in the attic, but rather the seventh brother who was supposed to be in the human realm at that time.

He had felt amusement by the slight humiliation he’d caused you with the blatant lies, but the sight of your figure and your threatening aura coming up the stairs had stopped him from talking for the first few seconds.

You looked like a hellhound locked on its pray.

Belphie had never thought he would ever felt threatened by a human, even if just for a fleeting moment. Thankfully, though, it didn’t take him too long to regain composure.

The next time he took notice of your muscles was when he had you under him, squirming for air and trying to escape his grip. In no way were you ever going to be able to escape a demon like him, but you fought with enough strength for him to raise a little bit of his concerns and his frustrations.

He ended up winning the fight, of course, but he wished he hadn’t.

Thankfully, though, you were way better than any of them would ever be, and found yourself able to give him not only friendship, but a safe space and intimacy.

He used to think that no place in the three realms would ever make him feel as calm as Beel’s proximity did, but he was wrong. Being around you quickly demonstrated that.

It didn’t have to be your room, just you. Your lap, your clothes, your blankets... Your hands over his hair and the ghost of your lips tracing his skin. That was where he truly rested in comfort.

His favourite part of his napping sessions with you, though (and he’ll never tell you this), is when you want to move locations but find him too cute to scoot over.

He thought no one was strong and patient enough to carry him the way his twin did.

Guess he was wrong about humans.

Again.

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Headcanons

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🩷 = Requested // 🕺🏻 = male!MC // 💃🏻 = fem!MC // 🕴🏻 = gn!MC

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LUCIFER MC with thick, curly hair – 🩷🕴🏻 MC with super long hair – 🩷🕴🏻 Southern MC who spoils them with their cooking – 🩷🕴🏻 When MC shows cuteness aggression – 🩷🕴🏻 Short MC – 🩷🕴🏻 ‘Redbull gives you wings’ TikTok trend – 🩷💃🏻 . MAMMON Bold and confident MC – 🩷🕴🏻 MC with thick, curly hair – 🩷🕴🏻 MC with chronic joint pain – 🩷🕴🏻 Southern MC who spoils them with their cooking – 🩷🕴🏻 MC with tactile hypersensitivity – 🩷🕴🏻 Short MC – 🩷🕴🏻 ‘Redbull gives you wings’ TikTok trend – 🩷💃🏻 MC with dyed hair goes back to their natural colour – 🩷🕴🏻 . LEVIATHAN Bold and confident MC – 🩷🕴🏻 MC with chronic joint pain – 🩷🕴🏻 MC with super long hair – 🩷🕴🏻 With an MC as buff as Beel - 🩷💃🏻 . SATAN MC with thick, curly hair – 🩷🕴🏻 MC with super long hair – 🩷🕴🏻 Short MC – 🩷🕴🏻 MC with dyed hair goes back to their natural colour – 🩷🕴🏻 . ASMODEUS Bold and confident MC – 🩷🕴🏻 MC with thick, curly hair – 🩷🕴🏻 MC with chronic joint pain – 🩷🕴🏻 MC with tactile hypersensitivity – 🩷🕴🏻 ‘Redbull gives you wings’ TikTok trend – 🩷💃🏻 MC with dyed hair goes back to their natural colour – 🩷🕴🏻 . BEELZEBUB MC with chronic joint pain – 🩷🕴🏻 MC with super long hair – 🩷🕴🏻 Southern MC who spoils them with their cooking – 🩷🕴🏻 With an MC as buff as Beel - 🩷💃🏻 . BELPHEGOR MC with chronic joint pain – 🩷🕴🏻 MC with tactile hypersensitivity – 🩷🕴🏻 With an MC as buff as Beel - 🩷💃🏻 . DIAVOLO MC with super long hair – 🩷🕴🏻 When MC shows cuteness aggression – 🩷🕴🏻 ‘Redbull gives you wings’ TikTok trend – 🩷💃🏻 . BARBATOS MC with tactile hypersensitivity – 🩷🕴🏻 When MC shows cuteness aggression – 🩷🕴🏻 ‘Redbull gives you wings’ TikTok trend – 🩷💃🏻 . SOLOMON Nothing yet… . SIMEON Nothing yet… . HOUSE OF LAMENTATION The Seven Brothers as Single Fathers – What if the brothers already had a child before MC was first summoned to the Devildom? - 🕴🏻 Who’s their emergency contact? When they don’t know you as well as they thought they did – Meeting your human friends and family makes them realize they still have a lot to learn about you - 🕴🏻 When another guy flirts with you – After a night partying, MC decides to tease their crush by comparing him to a guy they met the night prior - 🕴🏻 Sewist MC who reuses his clothes –🕴🏻 The Seven Brothers as college students – 🩷🕴🏻 MC injures their knee – 🩷🕴🏻 The Brothers reunite with AFAB!Trans!MC – Part 1 and Part 2 - 🩷🕴🏻/🕺🏻 Lolita MC snaps after being harassed – 💃🏻 Teen!MC gets a partner – Strictly platonic - 🩷🕴🏻 An empath human living with the Seven Brothers – 🩷🕴🏻 . DATEABLES Dateables as Single Fathers – 🕴🏻 . Honorary mentions About demonic pregnancy Poly!MC and the sleeping curse What I would watch with them The royals are boomers Lucifer is Julius Caesar Asmo’s vs Beel’s eyelashes

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MC goes back to their natural hair

Characters: Mammon, Satan and Asmo (x gn!reader, separately)

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Anon request: Hi! Could you write headcanons for Mammon, Satan, and Asmo? MC dyes their hair a non-natural color (pink, blue, green, etc.) and decides to go back to their natural hair color. It never occurred to them that MC’s hair wasn’t actually that color since demons have unnatural hair colors all the time

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Since it’s in their nature to be the centre of humans’ attention, demons have evolved to be eccentric and eye-catching. The way they show it is through their appearance, although, to some humans, looking at a demon gives an uncomfortable feeling of uncanny valley, which is mainly due to their eyes: coloured with a brightness that shouldn’t exist in nature.

However, their outfits also make some heads turn. There’s an obvious inspiration in human fashion, but some of their choices in clothes or accessories clash drastically.

And their hair is just another addition to their flashiness: pure white, a too-yellow blond, an unnatural pinkish brown… It’s meant to keep others’ eyes on them.

It was easier when humans had such limited options.

Of course, with modernity came dyes and artificial hair colours, but it isn’t like they would ever bother to know that. They just thought that humans finally cracked the code to be slightly more interesting!

That, and a certain demon ended up making all the passages to the human realm close to the general public.

There’s a breach in technology between the realms for a reason, you know?

So when they meet you and see that your hair is a funky colour… What do you want? Congratulations? Is normal for them!

The interesting reaction takes place when you come back a second time thanks to Solomon’s magic, looking exactly the way they remembered save for a teeny-tiny detail on top of your head.

Mammon

He never paid much attention to your hair before. Not because he doesn’t like it (he likes everything about you), but because it isn’t a novelty for him.

Being a demon is one thing, and being an extroverted one is another, but being a model on top of all that? It opens loads of doors that let him see a little bit of everything. Not only he has met all sorts of demons and witches, but modelling agencies often call for their models to switch their looks in favour of the photoshoot.

Mammon is familiar with the whole rainbow, even on himself.

When he falls for you, he falls for your personality, not for your looks, so your hair just doesn’t catch much of his attention.

What makes him go speechless is, ironically, your natural hair colour.

He wouldn’t say it looks better or worse, just different, but it does bring a new vibe that changes how he perceives you.

He wonders if something happened or if it was a simple wish to change, and if you like yourself one way better than another.

His behaviour around you doesn’t change that much because, again, how you look wasn’t his priority in his affection, but you will catch him staring sometimes.

Satan

He has said many times before that he wishes to be the one to know you better than anyone else.

Sure, he meant your secrets, your intellect and your feelings, but little curiosities about your appearance are also very interesting to him. You could tell him anything, even if you think it’s boring, and he would still find it fascinating.

It’s safe to say that your hair simply did not have anything that could satisfy any of his curiosity. In the beginning, he cared about your potential and about what you could offer, so the colour of your hair or your aesthetic didn’t have any place in that.

It all changed after you became friends, and later developed romantic feelings.

You turned him into the type of demon who could look at you for hours and always find something to hold onto.

So when you came back and fell on his lap, therefore making him the first one you saw and the first one you greeted, even accidentally, he couldn’t help but feel extremely giddy about it.

Out of all the demons in the room, he was the first one to notice this change in you. That had to mean something, right?

And you know what? He likes it. He likes seeing you like you, the way you truly are. It suits you.

Asmodeus

He should’ve known.

And he’s kind of mad that he didn’t notice.

Not at you, obviously, but at being so distracted.

He should’ve known there was a reason for all those evenings spent inside your bathroom and not by his side, and for that ugly shirt that he hated because it was full of nonwashable stains.

Back then, he didn’t think much of your hair colour, but he did like how you styled your wardrobe in order to make that tone look good. After all, he hates an incomplete or ruined outfit, so he admired your dedication to the craft.

Now that he knows that you made your hair another accessory, though? He’s much more amazed than before.

Still, Asmo kind of wished that you asked him for help during the dyeing process, but completely understands if you want to keep that a moment to yourself.

Once you’re back together and you let him remember your body the way he needs to, he makes sure to compliment you on your natural hair as much as you allow him; and maybe even a little more.

A change of looks is always good, and if going to your natural state is your choice, then that tells him that you’re comfortable with it. And he likes that a lot.

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Empath MC living with the Brothers

Characters: Demon Brothers and gn!MC (could be read as romantic or platonic)

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Anon request: What do you think of an empath reader? Like, Devildom is a violent place with high emotions. An empath would be haggard to live there, especially in the same building as the representatives of those emotions. Take some creative liberties, this is honest to god just a shower thought I had

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Saying that an empath MC would be haggard to live in the Devildom is more than an understatement: it’s a fact.

Not only is it a place where its habitants run on instincts and temptation, making the consequences of their actions more unpredictable, but they also enjoy being rowdy, mean and threatening. Some of them are evil and others are just naughty, but either way, this MC is going to feel cornered and panicked.

And above that, they can’t even feel relaxed in their own home (at least during the first couple of months of the program), because some of the rulers of the kingdom they live in are the owners of the house.

Sure, they became close in the end and now they’re happy living together, but anyone would be amazed at the lengths the brothers can take their feelings to.

Lucifer is a composed demon, or at least tries to be one for the sake of his and his family’s image, but his sudden fits of rage still shake MC to the core. The floor trembles beneath them and the temperature drops drastically, and it’s impossible not to feel a sense of doom or imminent danger when he changes into his demon form. Being around him during those moments makes MC feel like their skin is going to break and expose them to the ugliest part of the world, so they usually keep quiet and try to go unnoticed until everything is over. Thankfully, they’ve come to learn not to be around Lucifer when Mammon goes into bankruptcy or when Levi floods the house, amongst other things. Knowing when his patience is over has become MC’s sixth sense.  

MC still cringes when they remember the first time they met Mammon. He acted like an arrogant idiot with a superiority complex, always ready to flee a situation and leave them behind if he sensed himself in danger. They thought his shenanigans would be the source of their headaches, but they couldn’t be more wrong. Turns out he is quite intelligent, at least emotionally, and is just unable to show it properly. He knows when they’re starting to get uncomfortable around large crowds or when watching their classmates or his brothers argue is getting to them, and, despite complaining about their daintiness, he doesn’t hesitate once about getting them out of there. In return, MC offers him haven whenever his brothers act cruel towards him. Their words hurt them almost as much as they hurt him.

Leviathan’s lack of self-worth stresses MC more than they would ever like to admit. He is charming in his way and fun to be around, especially when he’s in the comfort of his room or doing something he’s good at (his confidence boosts up and even MC feels like they can do anything), but the moment he sees someone doing better than him at something… Insults towards himself are endless. Mc knows where he’s coming from and they understand him, but the negativity he carries around and the harsh words are enough for them the let out a deep sight and pray for strength and patience. Both of them have had self-assuring conversations more than once, but they’re never enough. It’s usual for MC to need some alone time after their hang-outs with Levi.

Which is why they’re so thankful for Satan’s self-control. They are complete opposites in terms of sentiments, given that MC feels so much and he can’t distinguish what he’s feeling sometimes, but that doesn’t alter their relationship. They help him where they can, unravelling what’s inside him and what he doesn’t understand from others, and in return he offers a sense of calmness that they wouldn’t get anywhere else. He’s logical and rational, unable to let the very emotion he was born from get the best of him, so it’s easy to see him as a safe space. Needless to say, MC is just as calming for him. After all, no one else has ever understood his rage better than them.

Asmodeus is to emotions what a nucleus is to an atom. To MC, he feels like one of those effervescent bath bombs full of glitter and a tiny ziploc bag with jewellery inside; it’s shiny, beautiful, it fills the bath and it stays with you for longer than you thought it would. That is: he’s enthusiastic, cheery, clingy and prone to narcissistic tendencies, and loves to be around people who love him. Going out to parties with him can feel exhausting and effortful both because of him and his fans, but, thankfully, he’s way more than that. He understands when MC is overwhelmed and doesn’t hesitate when choosing them over the crowd. Hanging out in his room taking care of each other is just as fulfilling, after all.

Beelzebub is so quiet and inexpressive that it was impossible not to catch MC’s attention. At first, it was easy to think that there was nothing in his mind except for food and insatiable hunger, but then the custard incident happened and so they went to share a room. It was painfully obvious, after that, that the emptiness in his stomach was nothing more than compensation for all the guilt and loneliness he carried. He missed his twin and his sister, and MC just so happened to know how to solve one of those problems. Look at those violet eyes and that sadness deep within! Who wouldn’t help him?

Belphegor knew the type of person MC was since the very beginning. Back then, when he was trapped in the attic, he lied blatantly and planned to betray them, and although he could see how suspicious they were, MC still agreed to help him escape. Now that they are friends, he appreciates the similarity between them. None of them like large crowds and continuous social interaction exhausts them, so all they need to do before escaping the situation is share a look. The one thing he dislikes is seeing them help his brothers when none of them even deserve it (it makes him roll his eyes hard enough to hurt). He loves MC’s good nature, but they need some priorities.

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Teen!MC gets a partner

Characters: Demon Brothers and gn!MC (can't express how platonic this is)

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Anon request: hello!! could you write some HOL hc’s about the brothers finding out about a teen!mc having a partner? (im thinking like teen!mc is kinda a younger sibling figure to them) just them freaking out over their (basically) adopted sibling growing up to fast and trying to stop it. thank you!! have a good day/night!!

Anon request: Helloo! Can you write Teen MC w the bros? Just HCs:)

A/N: I forgot about the 'trying to stop it' bit, but I hope it's okay. Also, this is 2.3k long. For HCs. That's why I got stuck writing it, I felt like I was doing too much :(

I'll check tomorrow for typos and errors. Good night!

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In the beginning, before the program started and the brothers were told the basic information about you, they were pretty sure they wouldn’t treat you any differently just because of your age.

No matter how young you were, they still saw you as dumb, weak and beneath them, so being careful was just part of what living with a regular human would entail. Besides, even if they lost control, Lucifer would be behind their tails in no time reminding them how important it was to keep you safe for a year.

After all, not only were you devoid of magic and any means to defend yourself, but also Diavolo’s guest and part of his dream for the future.

Safe to say, if anyone were to tell them how everything would end, they would’ve called them nonsensical and a liar.

It all starts with Mammon, who throws you to the wolves the very first night you get there only to, begrudgingly, form a pact with you shortly after. It barely takes him a couple of days to start acting embarrassingly protective in your presence. He would never admit it, sure, but it’s obvious even to the naked eye that he has a soft spot for you. He stops his younger brother from making crude jokes and innuendos in your vicinity, yet traps you by the neck to ruffle your hair against your will. He is both annoying and necessary to have around.

Levi only starts paying attention to you after the TSL quiz. He thought you wouldn’t bother to watch 12 hours of media, especially when he was the one to demand it (because who would listen to a pathetic shut-in like him? Let alone a teenager), but you did! And paid attention! He knows your questions were ridiculously easy, but still! And then, you offered to be his friend?? He literally can’t believe it. He makes himself responsible of introducing you to the amazing world of 2D animation, and starts searching for games, manga and anime that would: 1. Be safe for you to consume. 2. Make him look cool in your eyes (ewwwwww…!! That’s so criiiingeeeyyyy…FORGET IT. FORGET HE SAID THAT).

Beel is a strange one to decipher. He acts like he doesn’t care about you, and his stomach rumbles louder whenever you’re near, but he also gives you advice for the TSL quiz and offers his own bed after the custard incident. For him, you aren’t Belphie or Lilith; you aren’t his sibling at all, but you’re young and vulnerable, and he’s a protector in nature. Learning that you want to mend Belphie and Lucifer’s relationship only cements his need to keep you safe and help you, but it was impossible not to wish he stopped staring at you with such sadness and guilt.

Asmo finds it difficult to bond with you, but only at the beginning. After all, you are too young to hang out with him in the ways he’s used to hang out with others, and Mammon is always there to tackle him whenever he makes even the tiniest suggestive comment. However, everything changes after the castle retreat, when you summon him thanks to Solomon’s power and resist his charm. That shows an amount of potential he can’t ignore, and, thus, he is now obsessed with you. You’re his doll to play with, to dress up and hang out in his room. The best part is that he’s the first one to act when puberty fucks your skin up. No matter the hormones, you will look flawless; almost like him.

Satan is highly interested in you, but, sadly, every ounce of his fascination comes from the possibility of sending Lucifer into a frenzy. Your safety isn’t a priority to him because he knows it’s already taken care of, and he doesn’t know what he can learn from you that can seem beneficial, so he only pays you attention when it comes to the pacts. He demands one with you because Lucifer can’t understand why you want them, but you reject him. Why? He has all this knowledge and you dismiss him? Afterwards, he is embarrassed of losing control so easily, especially when he learns what you can offer: feelings beyond rage. He understands that you’ve just started living and you’re still learning, and he relates to that.

Belphie is beyond shocked when you finally climb up the stairs to the attic. He can’t believe both Lucifer and Diavolo allowed someone as young as a teenager to roam the streets of the Devildom hoping no one would be tempted to attack, but, in the end, it all works in his favour. Your age makes you gullible and thirsty for adventure and rebellion, so pushing you to defy the grumpy looking demon that guards the stairs in order to free the poor prisoner in the attic is hilariously easy. Afterwards, once he learns what really happened to Lilith and how you’re related to her, he realises he needs to change. He does see his sister in you, being so young and hopeful, but being her descendant isn’t what finally makes him love you. You are a new opportunity for him; someone worth changing his resentment and hate for.

When they say that you are, now, part of the family, they aren’t joking. You are the unofficial youngest sibling; the symbolic eight member of the House of Lamentation. You are everyone’s favourite, pampered and taken care of even if you don’t want to. You’re simultaneously the smartest mediator and the dumbest poor little fella, but you can’t really blame them. How can they take you seriously when you’re so cute and small and innocent? God forbid your voice cracks in front of them.

You become essential for the family, so the moment they remember you have to leave for the human realm is devastating. Half of them are speechless for hours and the other half are coping somehow (Asmo takes you drinking for the first time, but Demonus doesn’t work on you and he ends up crying in the middle of Hell’s Kitchen).

Lucifer doesn’t admit how much he needs you, mainly because he doesn’t want to believe he does. At first he saw you as an instrument to make Diavolo’s plans true, then as a nuisance. Not only you were putting your own health at risk, but also Belphie’s and, consequently, the rest of his family’s. He hated you for so long only to end up needing you in the house. When he forms a pact with you and makes it clear that you belong to him, he means it. You are now part of the family; you’re his to take care of.

Letting you go leaves them empty. They still knock on your door at dinner time and Asmo still thinks of you while shopping (are you still growing? Do your clothes fit you? Do the cosmetics he gifted you still work?). At the same time, Beel wonders if you’re eating enough, fearing you may be stuck as a tiny human if you don’t (in which case he’ll carry you).

Time passes and they’re forced to witness you grow up through phone calls alone. The voice cracks they used to make fun of are now cherished, and the changes in your speak pattern and your behaviour are talked about during dinner like you’re going to disappear if they don’t pay enough attention. Of course, you visit them a second time due to Solomon’s mischievousness, but it isn’t enough.

The kidnapping attempt is cute nonetheless.

For better or for worse, everything changes drastically when, finally, is them who visit you on the human realm like they promised all those times before.

It’s a bittersweet feeling, seeing the shape of your face slightly different from what they remembered; less childlike, with a sharper gaze. Some of your opinions on life have changed and are now influenced by the world around you, and not so much by the world you wanted to live in. You’re willing to try alcohol (something Asmo gasps at, ironically) and you chuckle at some more mature jokes.

The final blow hits them in the chest when, one simple night, you announce you’re going on a date with your partner.

I didn’t want to tell you unless I was serious with them.

It’s devastating.

And you just laugh at their horrified expressions before leaving!

Lucifer is shocked, to say the least. Is he mad about you waiting so long to inform them about your relationship status? More like offended. And a little worried. The last time a younger sibling got a secret partner, things were terribly wrong. Sure, your situation is different and no one is in immediate danger, but… one can never be so sure. Not only will he give your partner the shovel talk when you finally take them to Serenity Manor, he will personally spy them to make sure they’re appropriate for you. He’s not taking chances.

Mammon understands why you wanted to wait. He knows how his brothers can be, and bringing a human partner into their house without preparing them first could only end in disaster. Still, he wished you told at least him. Wasn’t he your first man? The one designed to protect you since the very beginning? He gives you the silent treatment for, like, an hour, pissed off about being left in the dark, but he calms down when you apologize. He even offers to help you get ready for your date, ever the generous demon. But you have to tell him how everything went afterwards, though!

Levi feels weirded out about the whole situation. He doesn’t want to say he’s disappointed, but… He is. You’re going all normie on him! And with a human?! What? Demons are better, right? Plus, don’t you think it’s a bit too soon? There are so many things he wants to show you, and now you’re going to waste precious evenings and nights going out with someone else! This is just like that anime he was watching: My best friend who I love like a younger sibling has a partner now and hasn’t told me, and I said I was okay about it, but I’m actually quite sad because they’re replacing me for their crush and I should’ve seen it coming.

Satan is frantic. You are in a relationship? Why? Since when? Where did you meet? Who asked who? How do you feel with them? If you see him pull out the trench coat and the notepad, no you don’t. This investigation has nothing to do with you. But in all seriousness, he really does want to know if you’re happy. You’re not the first of his siblings who has gotten a partner, but you’re different. Younger and more naïve. Lucifer’s rage wasn’t present when Lilith met her lover, so he isn’t familiar with that feeling specifically, but he does have a serious need to know if you’re being taken care of. He won’t hesitate to intervene if you’re not.

Asmo is heartbroken. Out of all of the brothers, he is the one who could’ve told you the most about being in a relationship. Not only about safe sex and consent and precaution, of course, but also the difference between love and lust. Being young is complicated and both terms can get confused when a new couple is excited, so he doesn’t want you to get hurt if things go wrong. Questions will never be ridiculous to him, even if he chuckles once or twice, and he’s open to talk for anything you need. Literally.

Beel isn’t as worried as people may think.You are smart, resourceful and strong, and you know they have your back in case of trouble.The only thing he wants to be completely sure of is if your partner treats you right, if you are happy with them and if you really want to be in that relationship. He won’t meddle unless he feels it’s necessary, and he won’t make your partner’s life difficult once they finally meet; at least voluntarily.

You aren’t sure if you want to know what Belphie is thinking. His face goes completely blank when you tell them about your partner, and you don’t get to know if he’s mad or sad when you leave for your date. Of course, you can imagine how he’s feeling, and you would be right. He’s seething, haunted by the memories. His beloved sister, who he lost to her love for a human, reappears in his mind like a ghost. For a moment, he’s ready to grab you, drag you back inside the house and trap you until you're too senile and weak to leave him. Do to you what he wished he did for her. Thankfully, he goes to sleep before he can do anything drastic. In the end, he doesn’t give your partner the shovel talk, nor he spies or threaten them; but he’ll be there. And he’ll make sure they know he’s there.

After some serious talks, it's safe to say that everything will be fine.

The brothers are ridiculously protective over you, and sometimes you wish the earth would swallow you on the spot, but you know no one will ever love you the way they do.

Your partner will feel at home in their presence.

Eventually.

Hopefully.

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Hi, guys.

Quick announcement: I created an alt account to post my rants and my thoughts. I wanted to dedicate this blog exclusively for my writing, so, while I'm not "working", I'm bullshitting here: @temisdeleonfrfr

Those who only like my work can stay here knowing that I'll only post that. Those who like me or the stupid things I say can follow me as well in the other account.

Also: If you want to ask me stupid things or keep tagging me in those pinterest or questions game (which I like), tag me with the alt acc. Anons are welcomed there too <3

Thanks :)

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Thanks for the tag ☺️

Currently reading: The Great Gatsby

Last song: Blood upon the snow by Hozier (GOWR)

Last film: Thor (I'm currently rewatching the MCU since Phase 1)

Last series: Grey's Anatomy (guilty pleasure)

Sweet/Savory/Spicy: sweet, but I like savory. And I cannot handle spicy for the life of me

Tea or coffee: neither. Cocoa 😌

Working on: a personal project, switching between world building and character design; but I'm also (slowly) doing the Obey Me requests.

No pressure to do this 🫶🏻: @wobuffetbreakfast @akiracray @hemostatiquesheep @aeyumicore @quimichi @ay-chuu @honeyandbiscuitandtea-cafe @mrsselfdestrvct @ephemii

— TAG NINE PEOPLE YOU WANT TO GET TO KNOW MORE !

thank you for the tags LOVE you guys and hit me up on my disc for a kiss: @gojodickbig @fayerie @sugurusladyknightt @fear-is-truth

currently reading: haha who reads lol... last song: cowboy gangster politican - goldie boutilier last film: superman last series: overcompensating sweet/savory/salty: spicy i make my own rules tea or coffee: anything with caffeine to keep me going working on: getting over this gosh darn cold that wants to keep me shackled in my bedroom

✦ nine no pressure tags my loves: @prosypepper @joemama-2 @letteremi @hellowoolf @redrrem @getouyuri @eraserbread @nialovessatoru @kunareads

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Hey, that's cool!

I have central heterochromia, which means the inner part of my eyes is brown and the outer part is a greenish blue. It's the only feature I inherited from my maternal grandmother, so I had an HD picture taken so I could remember her!

@wobuffetbreakfast @sleepy-gamer-mom

TELL ME A CURIOSITY ABOUT YOURSELF. NOTHING DISTURBING OR GLOOMY. SOMETHING SILLY LIKE YOU HAVE BRACES OR YOU HAVE A TATTOO OF YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTER

I have a lot of bridge in my feet, I walk silly and I'm not a good athlete for that lol

And tag your mutuals!

@agoodpretender, @angiem03, @tiberious-possum, @fukitche

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My hair does weird things sometimes, but the silhouette was good today.

This will probably be the closest thing to a face reveal

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Should I cry??

Thanks for the tag, tho

@akiracray @wobuffetbreakfast

If You Were a Fictional Character

I've seen a few moots doing this and it looked fun!

* Make this picrew of yourself

* Take this uquiz (How Fandom Would See You If You Were A Fictional Character)

...yeah that seems about right 😅🫠

Not sure who's done this already so tagging the besties @thetumblingmoron @redheadsramblings @woundedsoul12 @the-bear-and-his-sunbird @aurorabiggs @thepalehorsevictoria @kiir-do-faal-rahhe and anyone else who would like to play!

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An adventurer, last name Morgan, who writes and draws in his journal?

Who lost his mother as a child and whose father was a bad man?

Who learnt the criminal life at a young age and found a mentor in an older, charismatic man while "on a job"?

Who found happiness in a woman outside of crime but couldn't keep himself in a normal civilian life even for her sake?

Who liked money and treasure, but prioritized family above everything else?

RIP Arthur Morgan; in my mind, Nathan Drake is your direct descendant.

I needed to say this before going to bed, otherwise I would forget by morning

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Another interruption during my break (literally less than a day after the first), but I'm watching my favourite streamer playing a horror game about death and grief and it is getting kind of hard to watch. It may be because of my period, but the moment the symbolism started hitting close to home, my eyes got watery. I wanted to recommend the game.

It's similar to Visage in terms of aesthetics, but shorter, and made by Spanish developers (but it's in English).

It's called Luto (grief in Spanish) and I highly recommend it. The TW includes abuse, suicide, anxiety and depression, so keep that in mind.

I'm watching it via Illojuan (said streamer), so if you don't like playing and understand Spanish, he's good at streaming horror games (I also knew about Visage through him).

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A little interruption during my break, but I like this type of games, so thank you for the tag!

@akiracray @ay-chuu @wobuffetbreakfast @honeyandbiscuitandtea-cafe @mrsselfdestrvct @novafloofeatsbirds

pinterest tag game !!

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒: 𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡, 𝑠𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ "𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 + 𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑒," 𝑝𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑠. 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑎𝑔 𝑠𝑖𝑥 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒.

tysm for the tag @scrapplescribbles <3

my tags : @stereo1984 @fooiscool @cinderedrose @drusillavmp @magd3l3n3sg0sp3l @heyhowzitgoinmydudes if yall wanna join in!! <3

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Hello.

I'm posting this to let you know that I'm not going to be posting for a while, hopefully a month or so.

I have some personal business that came up and it's causing some stress in my life, so I don't have either the focus or the motivation to write. Right now I'm working on a timeline for the OG game and reference sheets for each character to keep me interested and to give me something stable to hold on to.

This isn't how I wanted my summer to go, but I guess my past mistakes are catching up to me and I'm paying for it now.

I'm still open to conversation, as always, but it may take me longer to answer.

Love you all, and until next time 🩷

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It occurs to me that I haven't said anything about the 1.5k request period.

Requests for the summer bucket list prompts will end on July 31st and that will be it.

I'm sorry for being kinda absent, but that guy from the other day and the nightmare from last night (beside other, personal matters) are taking all my energy away from me. I'm becoming very forgetful.