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nobody tell him about the game he's in rn

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There are no words except there are and those words are *gag* *wretch* *hyuk*

Know that I had to pull 100 times to buy this ugly shit and I didn't even get Satan. 100 pulls no UR this must be illegal

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No OM outfit has ever been cute like genuinely what is that?! The purple to green gradient? Not even blue in the middle as a transition shade dear god ?!

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I got him on the first discounted 10 pull he wants me sooooo bad

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He’s like a hot…lesbian single mother

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I did SEVENTY SEVEN (77) pulls to get this stupid ugly card that I’m never ever going to use because I already have him maxed out on his last DD card which was also Envy. Seventy seven…bear in mind seventeen of those pulls were with SSR+ vouchers. I didn’t even get the SSR Asmo?!?!? From SEVENTY SEVEN PULLS. I hate this game. Also no Simeon but I need to quit while I’m (kinda) ahead

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Barbie…bake off…I’m licharally Bri’ish…op your mind

Quick-Fire Headcanons (6)

Belphie will pretend to believe someone who is lying (or otherwise being facetious) because it’s easier for him to not argue with them (but he will absolutely drag them later with Satan).

Luke’s mere presence is enough to make others feel at ease (Simeon thinks it’s because he’s destined to be a healer).

Solomon can actually cook, but he often prepares abominations to either mess with people or get them to leave him alone (MC didn’t believe this until he made them an edible, uncursed meal).

On occasion, Simeon has used his powers for personal gain (like getting someone to publish The Seven Lords immediately even though he was an unknown author).

Asmo loves the first snow of the season and will take tons of pictures for his social media accounts.

Lucifer has spent a lot of time perfecting MC’s favorite dishes because he does not want a repeat of the cookie incident with Diavolo.

Barbatos has binged The Great British Bake Off and thought about creating his own version of the show for the Devildom.

Mammon can never forget his dreams once he wakes up, even if they feel vivid in the moment.

Diavolo’s title and reputation require him to cover up during costume parties, but he wishes he could wear more revealing clothing.

Asmo is secretly a roller coaster fiend.

Lucifer will always give a stranger his umbrella on a rainy day.

Simeon often finds it easier to cut ties with people that have wronged him because if he doesn’t, he will hold a grudge against them for the rest of their existence.

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I want the Halloween set NOW. I want him crazy covered in blood looking up at me begging NOW!!!!!!

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Marriage, and other such bindings

Pairing: Barbatos/gn!Reader

Rating: T (kinda suggestive though nothing is stated)

Word count: 1063

Summary: Reader brings up the topic of marriage, and both lovers quickly find themselves becoming possessive (in a sexy way)

Tags: gender neutral reader, kinda dommy reader, cuddling, bed sharing, established relationship, pact/brand markings

AN: I’ve just been thinking about Barbie’s love survey where he talks about wanting to be bound by his lover…and that’s canon. Anyway, I wish they’d do more stuff about his sin, maybe it’ll come up as part of his motives if he really is NightBringer. Kinda very self-indulgent. 🎉🎉 First fic on tumblr

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“Marry me.” You whispered to his lips, pulling back a minuscule amount to unseal the kiss. “Properly.”

“Properly?” He asked, the movement of his lips brushing against your skin, pushing his nose into yours to nuzzle against your face.

“How many times have we married each other in shared dreams and worlds? Bound ourselves to each other to be freed from some game or illusion?”

“And is that not “proper”?” He teased.

“Do you consider it real?” Tracing your fingers lightly along his hairline, you tucked the stray hairs behind his ear without needing to look. “I want to be able to call you my husband. To stake my claim on you and know you are bound to be. And to be completely owned in return.”

His shiver under your fingers was small, but you caught it. He was a greed demon, after all.

You asked him, “do you want to be owned by me?”

“Please.” You thought you heard him sigh, but he didn’t speak up to repeat it. Instead, he pulled back slightly to be able to look you in the eyes, twined your hands together where they sat on the mattress, and said to you: “I’ve never been married before.”

“Never?” You asked as you pulled up your free hand to stroke over his jaw. He really was so pretty, it was a shame you weren’t allowed to say it. “Never is a very long time.”

“No one has ever treated me like you treat me. No one has ever made me crave being treated like you treat me.”

“Barbie~”

“Beloved.”

“I wouldn’t ask you for a pact, I don’t need you to be subservient to me. I just want you. Forever.”

He stewed in that for a moment, closing his eyes and bringing his lips to yours in a series of quick, shallow kisses.

“I could brand you.” The demon’s free hand had moved to sit on the bare skin above your heart, tasting the calm and heady pulse beneath his palm. “Brand you with my name and mark, taint your aura with mine.”

You hummed indulgently at the statement, moving your hand to instead press his harder into your skin.

“It would show here,” he continued, staring through your skin. “Always. And everyone would know it’s mine. You’re mine.

“The brand would lend you some power, not unlike a pact but with less pull. Instead of commanding me it would be more like asking politely; I would get to pick and chose which orders I am to follow, despite feeling a desire to serve you.”

“Perfect.”

“And, in return, I would always be able to find you, feel your heartbeat, be pulled to you across any and all plains.

“This is a demon marriage, an equal exchange of souls.”

He moved to press his cheek to the skin previously covered by his hand. With his movement, you leaned backward into the pillows, taking him with you to lie down. “I want it.”

“As do I.” He murmured into the skin of your chest, your hands coming up to stroke his head and run your fingers through the hair at his nape. “Although, I do lament you cannot brand me in return.”

You ponder on his statement for a moment, pretending that you had not already thought it over many times, before. “One day,” you start, pressing the hand not otherwise occupied into the space between his shoulder blades. Applying pressure to the skin; fair, unblemished—for now. “When I am a sorcerer in my own right, I will forge my own sigil and burn it so deep into your skin it will never fade.”

He went still against your chest, breaths stuttering before evening out with a squeeze to your body. “We could do it now.” He seemed to test the statement, worried about the possibility of a negative response.

“I will have no regrets.” You tell him, sure and steadfast in the statement.

He breathed into your skin, huffing hot breath onto the valley of your chest, before bringing his lips to your skin and beginning his incantation.

“I, Barbatos—first of my name, first of my kind—chose to bind myself to the soul beside me. In turn, I have been chosen, I impart my brand upon them: Apprentice of the Sorcerer Solomon, bearer of The Ring of Light.”

You feel the binding and the words come over you—although it was a spell you had never learnt, the oath fell easily from your lips. “I—Apprentice to the Sorcerer Solomon, bearer of The Ring of Light—take the brand of Barbatos—first of his name, first of his kind—and in doing so, bind my soul to his for as long as we should exist.”

“With this brand, I acknowledge our bond of trust and love, I see it returned.” He finalised with a kiss to the skin.

Under his mouth, you felt the tiny pinpricks of a soul pact come into place. Watching as the skin changed colours under his breath, you relished into the feeling of the binding. Strings pulled tight between the two of you, and you felt your soul burn brighter as it became enveloped in his. Your soul and his, forever.

The brand revealed itself to you as your demon pulled slowly away to admire it. A sigil spelling his name, as well as a protection spell, and a few other symbols you didn’t recognise from your studies.

“This one,” he whispered, pointing to a shape you couldn’t identify, “is the demon symbol that detonates this mark as a brand between two.” He moved his eyes to beam up at you. “It is similar to a wedding band.”

Cupping his chin, you tease him: “I think I’d still like a ring.” Managing to get the statement out before cutting yourself off with a yawn—all of your energy spent from the ritual, physically demanding or otherwise.

“I believe I’d also be interested in partaking in the custom.” He said softly—admiring the brand again, and you chuckled slightly at the idea of him wearing the ring under his gloves before yawning a second time.

He looked up into your eyes, your natural colour now ringed with green and speckled through with gold. “Sleep well, my beloved, my darling, mine.”

“Good night, Barbie.” You mumble. “You’re mine forever, I love you.”

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As both a Princess Bride Enthusiast and a Barbie Lover this has made my fucking day

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I’m soooooo horny for him. But, it’s like, hornyness of the heart. I’m horny for love

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He wants me so bad

Cleavage…

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They slutified him so hard I have never seen his shoulders in my LIFE

BARBATOS SLUT ERA REJOICE

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Cleavage…