#✽ (093.) collecting people’s souls is my greatest obsession (the devil)

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@shireentheunburnt asked: For The Devil: ❝ have a good day at work! ❞

“…”

IT TOOK HIM A MOMENT to process what Shireen had just said to him. Spinning around dramatically on his heel, the Devil put his hands on his hips and looked down at her, confusion (and SURPRISE) lacing his features.

“… WHAT?” He’d never been told that before, not by anyone. “… what did you just say?”

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(AU) Shireen had perished, and, as was meant, went up to the good place for what should have been her rest. However, being the stubborn girl that she was and knowing a friend of hers would miss her (even if he wouldn't admit it), her soul travelled out of the kind place it had found and adamantly spiralled down... Spirit settling on the stairs up to the Devil's throne, she waited to surprise him...

THE DEVIL HAD BEEN SULKING, falling into a depressive state, an ANGRY state. Without Shireen there to calm him down, he was angrier and more unhinged than ever. He’d destroyed at least one town every day with his flames, causing CHAOS wherever he went. And yet, every night, he still laid in that luxurious bed of his, utterly and completely UNSATISFIED. Usually the chaos and destruction brought him joy, but not lately… not since Shireen had perished from the Earth, not since he’d come to the realization that he would NEVER be able to see her again.

The Devil finally got out of bed that morning, groaning loudly as he stretched, then immediately demanded Henchman make him some DEVILED EGGS. His favorite, and one of Shireen’s, though he tried not to think about it. He needed to forget her; his emotions were making him WEAK. He’d cried over a HUMAN, a CHILD. He needed to get a grip.

After eating a short breakfast, the Devil wandered to his throne room, still SULKING as he walked. But everything changed when he felt a foreign presence in the room — foreign, yet… FAMILIAR. It took him only two seconds to look up and see Shireen, his mouth immediately dropping open in shock as his face became overcome with emotion. “Wha…” He was SPEECHLESS for a solid ten seconds before his body slowly started to shake, and for once, he could barely keep his footing. He was completely overwhelmed with emotions in that moment, and genuine tears sprung to his eyes. “What… are you… DOING HERE?!? Is that… is that really YOU?”

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“COMING FROM THE DEVIL HIMSELF, Cuphead is absolutely stubborn.”

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@shireentheunburnt (continued from here)

“HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN that I care for you?” the Devil practically snapped. He didn’t like to admit it often; even just saying it once made him feel weird. “That, and the BLATANT DISRESPECT that these imbeciles are showing me by thinking they can hurt you. I’m the DEVIL!”

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Shireen Baratheon from Game of Thrones being best friends with the literal Devil from Cuphead is what keeps me going <3

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MUSE PREFERENCES!!

Rules: Bold which your muse prefers, out of the following pairs

peace or war

sun or stars

flowers or trees

crescent moon or full moon

streets or skyscrapers

rooftops or balconies

ink or glitter

life or death

order or chaos

candle or bonfire

ocean or sky

leather or silk

sweet or sour

overstimulation or under stimulation

book or letter (soul contracts XD)

soft or coarse

fight or flight

spoken or written

silver or gold

playing cards or tarot cards

circles or angles

cramped or vast

checkers or chess

tagged by: @shireentheunburnt (tysm!!!)

tagging: @extraordinarygrrls @dcmur3 @creelsclocks @daemondaes @deathsbecome and YOU!!

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@shireentheunburnt asked: To The Devil: ❛  i'm here for you. no matter where or when i'll always be here for you.  ❜

“HMPH.” The Devil didn’t do well with sympathy, not even from those he was closest to. This included Shireen. Although he UNDERSTOOD the sentiment, it didn’t stop him from being angry. “How… NICE of you.” The sarcasm was clearly dripping from his words. He didn’t want to be rude to Shireen; he normally wasn’t, but he was in a foul mood, and he was THE DEVIL.

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Just so y’all know, if you so much as lay a finger on King Dice, the Devil will absolutely lose his shit. His moral compass is already fucked; he hardly has one in the first place, but if anything happens to his Number One, you’d better watch out.

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@shireentheunburnt (continued from here)

YES, that was the reason. But the Devil didn’t appreciate Shireen calling him out on it. Of course he cared about her, but it made him look WEAK! Did she really have to keep pointing it out?

Huffing, the Devil clenched his fists. “No, I just want to BURN SOMETHING!” he exclaimed angrily before grabbing his pitchfork and thrusting it at the object in question. Within seconds, it had burned to ash.

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@shireentheunburnt asked: For Devil: “it’s fine, i’m used to it.”

“THAT DOESN’T MEAN it’s fine!” the Devil practically shouted, clenching his teeth in anger. How DARE someone insult Shireen’s looks, especially when she was standing right next to him, THE LITERAL DEVIL? “You cannot… let people INSULT YOU!”

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@wheezycigar asked: 🔪 Muse of your choice

“GAH!” A loud, frustrating yell echoed throughout the chambers as the Devil blasted a large flame at the incompetent demon in front of him. A brief scream was heard from the other before he burst into flames, the Devil still fuming with rage.

He spun around angrily, planning on dramatically storming out of the room. When he spotted Wheezy, he SNARLED. “Ugh, what do you want? Can’t you see I’m BUSY?”

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@shireentheunburnt (continued from here)

“I WOULD HAVE CAPTURED that cup’s soul a long time ago if it hadn’t been for that DUMB blue mug!” the Devil growled, barely resisting the urge to slam his pitchfork into the ground. “Soul Ball, the sweater, the maze… it was ALL Mugman’s fault! And now, he’s going to pay!”

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@ghostlygeared asked: “i don’t need you right now.” >Maybe from my Orson to the Devil? I think they'd have an interesting interaction!

“And I don’t need YOU!” the Devil snapped angrily, flicking a hand dramatically towards the other. “Now, SCRAM! Get out of my sight before I turn you and your pathetic self to ash!”

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@shireentheunburnt asked: For The Devil: ❛  is there anything i can do for you ?  ❜

THE DEVIL barked out a laugh at Shireen’s question. “Child, there’s nothing you are capable of that I cannot do myself.” He appreciated the sentiment, though. “I have demons doing most of my DIRTY WORK. I don’t need your help.” He wasn’t trying to be rude, not even realizing that his words could be interpreted in such a way.

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video game (cuphead / bendy and the ink machine / luigi's mansion) tag drop!

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SHE WAS SO SWEET — the complete opposite of him. If his heart was ice cold, hers was of gold. If he was a grump, she was a ray of sunshine. The contrast was… actually kind of… COMFORTING. Even if the Devil didn’t want to admit it. He hugged her for a few more seconds before gently pulling her arms off of him. “All right… all right. THANK YOU.” Despite his bored tone, it was clear that he appreciated the gesture.

@shireentheunburnt asked: For The Devil: ❝ have a good day at work! ❞

“…”

IT TOOK HIM A MOMENT to process what Shireen had just said to him. Spinning around dramatically on his heel, the Devil put his hands on his hips and looked down at her, confusion (and SURPRISE) lacing his features.

“… WHAT?” He’d never been told that before, not by anyone. “… what did you just say?”