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mis plebes ua

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ACEDEU AS YOUR BEST FRIENDS WITH NO BOUNDARIES ── smau

tw: vulgarity, mentions of cheating, sexual innuendos, kys/kms jokes

© trappolia 2024

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having so much fun rendering

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Thinking about what would happen if MC started to play this little joke with Mammon. They would ask, "Grimm for a kiss?" And he would sprint over and kiss them, taking the money out of their hand at the same time.

An adorable little inside joke that started off innocently between the two of them.

But now he can't look at money without suddenly thinking of the feeling of their lips against his. He can't pay for anything without immediately thinking of them, of where they are, and if he should get them a matching pair of what he's getting.

Anytime he passes a coin on the streets, he pauses. He used to pick them up and call himself one lucky demon. But nowadays, he almost passes them by, instantly brought to memories of his beloved human and feeling that he would only be luckier if they were by his side at that very moment.

For every transaction he makes, he subconsciously tallies it down in his brain, making sure he gets what he's owed when he's with MC again, completely forgetting the fact that it started out with them owing HIM. But does it even matter anymore?

Just cute Mammon things.

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“Don’t,” you warned Lucifer. You saw that self-assured grin on his face. You knew what he was planning.

“What? I just came to see what you were doing.” He leaned on your shoulder with enough weight to tilt you several inches sideways, no matter how much you pushed back. “Don’t mind me, carry on.”

“Don’t you have more important things to do?” you retorted, but it was too late. The others were catching on.

“Hey, hey! What’s going on?” Mammon came over and pushed against your other shoulder, tilting you back upright. “What are two of my favorite people doin’?”

You tried to shrug them both off, to no avail. “We’re not doing anything. We can stop this.”

You couldn’t stop it. Asmodeus was on his way and wasted no time crossing his arms over your back, happily leaning into you from behind. You tilted forward. “Hey! What’s happening here?”

You sighed, “we’re not doing this again.”

Asmodeus teased you with honeyed innocence, “doing what, hon? Something on your mind?”

These three demons thought they were so funny.

A passing Satan made eye contact with you. In that exact moment, you used every bit of imaginary telepathy you could muster. Surely Satan would understand. He could save you. He could free you before it really was too late.

He observed what his brothers were doing, nodded, and approached with a congenial grin. Mission failed.

“Traitor!” You regretted ever agreeing to join this exchange program as Satan slowly fell back into you. You didn’t even try to catch him, you were too busy trying to remain upright under the combined weight of four demons. They were hardly even holding back.

You couldn’t see who was running up, being too busy blowing Satan’s blonde hair out of your face, but at this point it didn’t matter. They were all coming for you.

“Let me in on this!” Leviathan said cheerily.

“Yeah!” “Come on!” Asmodeus and Mammon gladly made some room for Leviathan, which was difficult because you were sinking lower and lower, and you felt another weight pile onto your back as Levi cozied up to your torso. This scenario had played out enough times now that the brothers could somehow keep you from falling over like a Jenga tower, but it was still only a matter of time.

Belphegor squeezed his way in between Satan and Lucifer and wordlessly collapsed onto you as if overcome with narcolepsy. He sure looked cozy. He smirked while you lamented, “I’m never forgiving any of you, ever.”

“Beel? Are you coming?” Lucifer summoned the cherry on top of this ridiculous parfait. You braced as Beelzebub licked the crumbs off his fingers in preparation. He knew what had to be done.

“Are you ready?” At least he had the decency to ask, unlike six other degenerates. The six lumps of dead weight each grabbed a part of your body, shifting from leans to awkward hugs. There was no way to run.

With an exaggerated “hah!”, Beelzebub’s weight and outstretched arms were enough to send everyone crashing down. You were protected from any real damage by the shell of demon brothers, but they soon had you pinned down against someone’s chest in the world’s most embarrassing cuddle pile.

“Aren’t you guys too old for this?” you asked. “By like, ten thousand years?”

“We were just checking up on you,” Lucifer said.

“Yeah, how did this happen? Hmm..!” Asmodeus’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

Satan draped his leg over yours and not-so-accidentally kicked Lucifer. “You should have told us what you were doing.”

“I think it’s fun.” Belphegor was the only one to admit the truth.

Hands were running through your hair and over your stomach. Somebody was pushing the edge of your mouth up into a smile with their finger. If these guy were so touch-starved, they could have just said so, like sane people.

“My! What do we have here?”

You groaned, partially because everybody was really heavy and partially because you really didn’t need Diavolo to arrive just then.

“My lord, it appears we have walked in on something quite interesting.” Et tu, Barbatos?

”Indeed! Is there room for two more?”

Your “no!” was drowned out by seven resounding yeses.

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It’s another drawing of foxy, who would’ve thought

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lmao they’re so petty😭✋

Guys

They built him a whole new radio tower to come home to. They knew his dramatic ass was just off licking his wounds.

Charlie: We should have a nice room ready for Alastor when he gets back!

Lucifer: Ughh, fine. Just put it on the opposite end from me

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still getting used to drawing him <3 with a quick half render

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a little alternative for Deku’s troll design! i was thinking about this current design and i didn’t really feel like the hair looked like how i wanted it too so i came up with an alternate design of funk/classical Izu o(^▽^)o (with a little funk Inko <3)

ive been hyper fixating hard on mha and trolls and couldn’t help myself

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ive been hyper fixating hard on mha and trolls and couldn’t help myself

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i had a strange dream

I had a dream last night, one like i haven't had in a long time. one that leaves you happy and melancholy all the same, the kind that makes you feel good and warm. i dreamt that i cried and I dreamed that i was with my parents and i told them everything, i told them how sometimes the things they said hurt, how when they ignore me it makes me feel small, that for the longest time i was hurting in a way that i feared for my own life and in a way that made me feel like i would never get better. and in that dream they listened. they listened to me cry and they listened to me scream and when i was done all they did was hold me tight and tell me that they were thankful that i told them and that everything would be ok. and in that moment i believed them and i cried. i cried until my throat was sore and red. i cried till my tear ducts were empty and my cheeks were raw and the snot dripped down my nose. i cried into their shoulders and they held me tight and comforting. they let me and never said a word, they kissed my cheeks and rocked me till i could finally breathe and they held me as i shook. it felt like everything was just gone and like i was that little girl again who just had a bad nightmare and needed her parents to tell her it was just a figment of her imagination. That love and security i felt when all i wanted or needed was them. and then i woke up, and the first thing i realized was how i couldn't feel their embrace anymore and how dry my eyes were. and it hurt more than when i was actually crying. i woke up and i wasn't that little girl anymore, i wasn't their little girl anymore. and strangely enough, it left me with a melancholy yet warm feeling in my chest. i know it still hurts, but i can't help but be grateful for the dream nonetheless. and more than anything that's what hurts the most, knowing that now it seems like nothing more than just that- a dream, that im endlessly trying to recall, and nothing to show for it but my imagination and crumpled-up pillow that i hug. i was just a dream. and it was the best one ive ever had.

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seeing others fursonas and just thinking they’re neat to making your own is a pipeline I have gladly fallen through

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some oc sketches that I liked :>

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I love them sm😭

he'd begrudgingly agree that he has taste in music

songs referenced: 1, 2, 3, 4

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I can’t😭- he would tho lmao

bonk

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I don’t want to talk about how much effort this took…

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Add your reasoning in the tags if you want! rb pls