#Demon!Submas

[critterbitter]

Lampent enters her miku stage in unlife, much to the fear and consternation of the rest of the staff. ((One day in the future, the twins will turn the Gear Station into a battle faculty and put Chandelure’s cute aggression to good use. Today is not that day.))

Link to submas masterpost!

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Elesa climbs to celestial tower to ring the bell. Emmet, stuck in between the distortion world, finds his way home.

Part 1/ Part 2

The conductor falls, down, down, down.

“What’s my name?” He calls to the abyss in terror (what is terror?)

He’s a singular being, right? (That’s not right. He’s one of a pair.)

The abyss gazes back. It has no answers to give, in its multitude.

Not to someone that’s so, so alone.

———

Somewhere else, one Elesa of Nimbasa rings the Celestial Tower’s Bell, over and over. Her companion, Chandelure, keeps watch.

Nothing happens.

Elesa’s stomach sinks. The reverberations of Celestial Tower’s brass bell mocks her in its echo. The vibrations of it’s distortion only makes the tears she tries to hold at bay worse.

In the blur of her failure, she sees chandelure’s flames suddenly die. Part of her panics.

The rest of her is apathetic and numb.

What’s the point? It didn’t work. Elesa closes her eyes. Tries to swallow, and fails. She’s so tired. She’s so, so tired. The deal with Azelf, the media storm she’s weathered, the constraints of her job, the almost loss of chandelure-

Emmet has been gone for three months. Ingo has been gone even longer.

They have gone where she can’t follow.

Elesa, the ghost whispers in her head. Elesa shakes her head in denial. She doesn’t want to plan right now. She wants to curl into herself, and disappear, just for a bit.

Elesa!

“I can’t do this,” she croaks. The sob in the back of her throat bubbles outwards. She wants Zebrstika. She wants Skyla. She wants her friends.

The paliphet Azelf forced her forward. It permeates her thoughts, drowning out logical thought.

(Too much willpower, and it will become an obsession, Azelf had warned her once in Ingo’s voice. And then, in Emmet’s voice: And when you fail, it willll break you. And finally, in her own voice: you will not have a choice but to move forward, with this curse.

I accept, elesa and told it back in the lake.)

I’m so tired, Elesa thinks now, two months later.

But she keeps moving forward. The bell rings again as Elesa strikes it, with all the hurt and rage and longing forced by her own hand into her soul-

-And that’s when chandelure screams, and there is a terrible rolling crack, and Elesa feels the sudden lurch in her gut as she looks up, her apathy torn into shreds as-

The sky tears open in a fractal wave.

Elesa gapes.

She can not comprehend the sudden black webbing across the sky. In the distance, sirens suddenly start wailing as people stop to perceive the impossible.

But Elesa does not care, because in that moment, the wrench in her gut is so great she almost staggers off the platform. Chandelure is by her side in an instant, her glass body a warm comfort to the sudden chill, because-

Something white is falling.

Elesa’s doesn’t know what she yells. But the tug in her chest feels like the beat of a drum, and she is helpless to the melody that calls for action.

Azelf’s blessed takes a leaping step forward, off the building. Chandelure lets out a panicked chime and the warmth of psychic cradles Elesa as she reaches out, arms outstretched, falling and flying and-

And Emmet, sparking with white electricity, reaches back.

NOTES:

AU’s Salvaging the Ship of Theseus! Everybody has a Bad Time. (Emmet and Eelektross go to Hisui and learn about the joys of the distortion world. Elesa hunts legends and makes bad deals. Ingo babysits some sneaslets.)

Backstory and explanation:

Prior this scene, Emmet was travelling Hisui with Eelektross before he falls through a mirror and becomes lost in the distortion world for a month. Elesa and Chandelure, meanwhile, refuse to give up on their remaining friend. (Ingo’s fine! He’s in Hisui right now trying to get fired so he can go searching for his memories. Eelektross is… less fine. We will Worry about That Later.)

Disclaimers: Everything’s a work in progress and subject to change!

Part 2!

[ratwithhands]

Read Right to Left (Manga Format)

I have returned to watching demon slayer after a year and it came up while I was having a serious late night talk with my big sister. I was talking about the relationship between Michikatsu/Kokushibo and Yoriichi and it turns out we both see each other in Yoriichi's shoes and ourselves in Michikatsu's place. Definitely surprising, but really relieving to know that we both worry too much and we are not so far apart in skill as we believe.

This is technically the first piece of fanart I've ever made for the characters in Demon Slayer, I have made OCs before but I never drew an actual character from the story. For context this is mostly just a fun "what if" scenario with them meeting in the afterlife. I like to think Yoriichi's love would reawaken Michikatsu's humanity.

[kharmii]

Art credit: ★ほした★@VbKtyellow Twitter.

[hoofpeet]

ouuguuh … it would be cool if lik (going off the tags of this post) … there was a story reason as for why all the pokemon are attracted to the gear station :3 maybe theres a super ancient pokemon beneath (or somethinng similar IDK ! THEY GOT XURXITREE HOOKED UP TO THE WIRES annd its lik ghost stories lik Oooh theres emptty trains ! and spice is lik Thats not me doing it .) like its SOMETHING tahts drawing them there , whether it be another pokemon or some sort of life force or energy

THOUGHTS .... Okay giratina specifically loves trains for whatever reason and starts hanging around railyards as soon as they get invented and protects the trains from harm, seeing them as part of it's 'hoard.' Even though it's ??? weird at first the railroad workers eventually just accept Giratina's presence since it's not harming the rails or anything and it eventually becomes kindof the patron saint of trains, later becoming an influence for the design of some trains and Giratinism kindof just becomes a slightly ironic tradition for railway workers .

--> Giratina eventually hibernates in an abandoned tunnel in gear station (possibly unbeknownst to Ingo & Emmet) which attracts a lot of various types of pokemon to the area . Some of which start working at the station

[squidthesquidd]

so. my demon slayer hyperfixation came back full force and i had to do something about it

tengen and rengoku make me INSANE so ive decided emmet and ingo are friends with them now <3 and also they get silly powers cus i love being cringe <333333

i want tengen to crush me haha who said that

[077gasoot]

more angel demon au stuff..

[samdragons-official-art]

Before I forget again, here's another submas au drop

Submas Isekai AU

Close ups and AU lore in the read more

In another world of fantasy, the demon kingdom try to resurrect their fallen king. Only, they accidentally use a summoning circle instead and pull Ingo from his world into theirs. Believing that he is the past king reincarnated, the demons immediately crown Ingo as their current king and accidentally gaslight him I to believing it too. Because as he was brought over and gained demon traits from the summons, Ingo also lost all his memories but his name.

On the opposite end, the human kingdom hear that the demon king has returned. Fearing for their downfall, the humans correctly use a summoning circle to bring forth a hero from another world. Emmet leaps headfirst into the portal that opens on his end, hoping it will lead him to Ingo. And while he does end up in the world his brother landed in, Emmet is tasked with defeating the demon king before the human kingdom will aid in his search.

While Ingo begins to govern the demon kingdom and actually help improve the lives of the people without starting another war, Emmet is lifted a magic sword and gathers a party of companions. Emmet then makes his journey to co front the demon king, neither brother knowing who they're about to fight.......

About a year ago, I started up a rp with discord friends centered around this au. It's been one of the best rp experiences I've ever had, mostly because of how awesome those folks and their own characters have been :]

[spicyicetea]

This is the start of a fic I briefly spoke about in THIS post. These won’t be chapter by chapter posts, at least not at first, but somewhat disconnected posts that change POV. I still don’t know what to call this but if you have suggestions feel free to let me know.

Yandere Eldritch Submas x reader

May contain NSFW topics including violence, swearing and sexual references. MDNI. This is a Fem reader but referred to with GN pronouns the majority of the time. Not proofread because I can’t be bothered.

Oh Arceus

It wasn’t often Arceus had to intervene with his creations, but now he feels obligated. He lowered his guard and something… slipped through the cracks into the reality he had created. Powerful beings they were, rivalling his own power easily when working together. They were hungry beings, greedy things he had tried to protect his creations from. But no, they’ve been a pain in his… neck ever since one of them discovered the concept Soulmates. Their desire to watch his creations grew, wanting to discover what those… humans meant when calling someone a soulmate. Then they found her, what a battle they caused. He held them off, reminding them of a deal they had sealed millennia prior but they easily shattered it as he turned his back to heal. Sliding through the cracks in reality to find her… find their soulmate.

“So, you’re telling me that you fucked up and I have to fix it?”

It was hard to believe a single word they were told, it isn’t often the god you were studying appears before you to beg for your aid. But this was no ordinary situation. Two other god-like beings slipped into the world you held so dear and now god wants you to help fix it, to find them.

“I don’t think I’m qualified for this job.”

“Hold on! Don’t just walk away!”

Y/N stopped in their tracks, sighing before looking at the towering white god before them. Despite how unbelievable it was, it felt wrong to just say no. Arceus wanted them to travel back to Unova, where he believed these beings were hiding. That doesn’t sound so bad… it would be nice to return to Unova…

“Fine, I’ll help you.”

And with that, your fate was sealed. As the phone like shape settled into your palm, Arceus taking a more familiar form to not arouse suspicion, you had been played into their arms perfectly. Disguising themselves in human forms to find their beloved. It’s the perfect plan.

“And given that Arceus can never let things be without his permission, he will lure them home to us!”

“Perfect plan brother! I’m so verrry excited to see our darling again.”

“Yes, however, we should be weary Kudari, I fear Arceus may recognise us and take her away from us…”

“Then we shall use our other names Nobori, remember? I am Emmett and you’re-“

“Ingo, I remember brother.”

———————————

The sun streamed through the parted clouds onto the pavement, street vendors offering food at every corner. It had been years since you had lived in Nimbasa, but the sights were still as familiar as ever. Except that was a lie. It had never been so… perfect. In fact, it was uncomfortably so. Your new friend tucked in your pocket not doing much to heal your discomfort.

“I need to get a job… I wonder if that coffee shop I used to visit is hiring.” Y/N muttered, a hand on their chin while trying to figure out how to afford food.

Their shoes clicked along the pavement before a hand tapped her shoulder. With wide eyes, she spun to face them. The person in green uniform bowed and apologised repeatedly. They knew if they didn’t then their bosses would have a few harsh words for him.

“Ah my apologies ma’am! I overheard you talking about needed a job and thought I could lend a hand. You see, we’re currently hiring new workers at the the station and-“

“Station? I don’t remember Nimbasa having a-“

“Ah, it’s always been here, come along, I’m sure you’d love to join us.”

He dragged Y/N along the stairs into the subway grinning at her. His bosses may be your soulmates but all the other workers were eager to meet you. They had followed them from the worlds they originated from as their worshipers and now are often treated as family, or their children more or less. As much as their bosses desired you, the workers needed you just as much, you were their new mom pretty much.

“Ah there they are! Master Ingo!”

Master? What a strange way to refer to their boss…

“Hm? Ah Jackie have you-“ the man in the black coat froze, his eyes widening as he adjusted his cap and cleared his throat. “I see you’ve found someone who wishes to work with us?”

Jackie nodded eagerly taking his cap off and placing it on your head. The expression the other man held changed, it held something dangerous. It felt as if every shadow in the station were starring at you. With a nervous laugh, you took the cap off, placing it into Jackie’s hands again.

“Aha, thanks but I don’t think-“

“We’d love for you to work with us! Wouldn’t we brother?”

“Yes verrry much so Ingo!”

Y/N jolted as a man in a white coat appeared beside him, seemingly out of thin air. What are you saying Y/N, he must have walked over while you looked at Jackie…

“I am Emmett! And this is my dear brother Ingo. We would love for you to join us here.”

Ingo just nodded along with him, both staring at you expectantly. The way both brothers stared into your eyes sparked something. It felt like the shadows were groping at your thighs and weighing down on your chest, coiling around your breasts. Well they were, but you didn’t need to know that, nor did you need to know that they had… gotten rid of one of your neighbours and claimed the house next to yours so they can keep an eye on you.

“I… fine, I might as well. As long as you pay well.” You sighed, the twins lighting up with glee. Both grabbing your hands and leading you further into the station to their office.

“We’ll grab you a uniform and you can start tomorrow!” They said in unison, turning their backs to hide the way their faces distorted, too happy to contain their true forms fully.

[yanban-san]

Oh, the boys would have such a reaction to seeing their darling without their tokens! The depot agents would definitely catch darling on the way into work and try to keep them and the bosses apart, but it's only a matter of time. And of course, all this hullabaloo over the feather and scale would only spur darling's new concerns further

Lord help those cultists if the twins ever find out who planted these ideas in the first place. Not even Arceus could save them

Putting it under a cut because long, also I did no proof reading T vT [Tags: Reader x Submas, SFW]

Oh, Certainly.

You can go back to Gear Station, setting aside the lovely scale Ingo gifted you- And the feather Emmet (unwittingly) bestowed upon you- And don your work uniform, heading into the station-

If something was trying to mark you- To bless you? To do- Something-

Well, you weren't going to let it. And you certainly weren't going to let whatever this "mystery" of the Subway was manipulate your coworkers or your bosses into… doing… things… for it? Your thoughts were racing through your head. There wasn't much for you to go on- And you certainly did not want to talk to that weird "psychic group" that hung around outside Gear Station any longer-

"You've been marked, young one."

Your heart sank every time you recalled those words. A cold chill running down your spine. You wanted to deny it as mad ramblings of mad people- But-

You had… good luck. You had very strange good luck. You had impossibly good luck. Certain people acted strangely around you- And to what end? Always your benefit- And- What of everything else that had happened? You, losing your job, suddenly finding yourself working for a train company- It wasn't something you had ever seen yourself doing, and certainly not long term, right? And yet- Here you were. Everything seemed to have lead you to Gear Station.

As though they were being manipulated by something- And you wanted nothing to do with any potential ghosts- Monsters- Pokemon? Whatever it was- Whatever the "mystery" was-

Nothing. You wanted nothing to do with it.

"Miss! You're a little late today," Jackie noted as you came into one of the back offices. "Anything bothering you today?"

Oh, sweet Jackie. He was always so polite- Everyone was.

Everyone was.

Oh dear.

"I'm doing okay," You lied. "I uh- Actually, you know what? Jackie, I have a question."

Your supervisor tilted his head. "Oh? What's up?"

"I- Have you- " What were you supposed to ask? Hey, are you being manipulated by some kind of something-or-other to be excessively nice to me? Is a demon controlling you? Have you seen any monstrous, non-pokemon entities prowling the subway that demanded you treat me perfectly?

Jackie adjusted his hat. "You can always ask me anything at all, Miss. I'm here for you and the all the rest of the Depot Agents, you know." One of his pokemon approached him- A Lilligant. He pet her head,

"Well, it's a little strange," You started off. "I don't suppose you've… run into those psychics that hang around Nimbasa City, have you? The ones who're usually around Gear Station?"

Jackie's face fell, a look of annoyance as his mouth scrunched up. "I've seen them, yea. A lot of them have been flat out banned from Gear Station, though. They've harassed employees, they've harassed the bosses, they've harassed customers- " He cut himself off, turning his attention back to you. "Why? Have they been bothering you?"

"Oh no, it's not that- I mean, I did get stopped by someone yesterday when I was walking, but- Well- What do you think about- What it is they say? About the er- Mystery-thing- in the subway?"

Jackie shrugged, sighing. "Oh, it's probably a load of nonsense- And besides, if there is anything in the tunnels, it's probably just a pokemon- Nothing you need to worry about, of course."

"What if it's not a pokemon, though?"

"I'm sorry?"

"I think- I think there might really be something- Down in the tunnels."

Oh fucking hell, Jackie thought. "A-And why would that be?"

"D'you know that scale Ingo found? The one he gave to me?"

Yes, yes I know it very well. "A little bit, why?" And come to think of it, why were you not wearing it-

"…I think it might be from our resident 'mystery'."

"Oh! Perhaps? I thought it was just a scale from an oddly-colored Haxorus." Jackie's hand pat aggressively on his Lilligant's head. "Come to think of it, isn't it usually in your pocket? You didn't lose it, did you?"

You shook your head. "Nope, I just… I think it might be better to leave it at home for a little bit, you know? It was stretching out my uniform's pocket, too."

Oh dear. "Gear Station isn't so particular about their uniforms, Miss. If it did get stretched, you get new uniforms every six months anyway, so…"

And come to think of it, the feather was missing from your cap. Jackie's blood ran cold. How was he to bring that up, too-

"…So, you think the scale came from… Something in the tunnels?"

You nodded. "…I think the feather I put in my cap may've also come from… It, too." Oh, well that answered that question.

Jackie sighed. "Well, if there is anything down there, I'm sure we'll find it- But in all my- Time working here, I've never seen anything out of the ordinary down there…"

"D'you think Ingo and Emmet would have any insight?"

"Into this? I doubt-"

"Insight into what?"

You don't know how you missed the clicking of Emmet's heels- Was he intentionally being quiet-? It took one turn of your head to notice your brilliantly white-coated boss hovering over your shoulder. Smiling brighter than the sun shone- and- Ominously.

"Oh- Emmet, Sir! Good morning-" You nearly jumped, but held yourself together- Your fright coming out as excitement.

"Good morning." He answered. His eyes scanned over you. "Something's different." His hand went to his mouth, and he answered his own question before you could even open your mouth. "Ah. The feather. Did you lose it? I hope not. It was verrry cute on your cap."

"Oh, I just- Left it at home today," You explained quickly. Why? Emmet didn't need to know-

"Aw. …Hmm. You're also missing that thing you kept in your pocket."

"The scale Ingo gave me?"

"That was it."

Emmet's posture changed. Why, he wanted to ask. He did not like this change. Maybe you only forgot them. That must've been it. That had to be it.

"Yeah… I thought it was… uh, unprofessional to hold onto trinkets while I work-"

Liar. Emmet thought. Why would you lie to him? You didn't lie about leaving them at home- But you were certainly lying now.

"But uh, the other thing-"

Oh?

"Emmet, Sir… Has there ever been… any… rumors… of- Strange… Pokemon, living in the subway tunnels?"

You looked up at your inscrutable boss cautiously. Emmet's eyes rolled as he thought about it for a moment- "Hmm. Someone's been reading some haunting stories, haven't they?" He smirked, eyes squinting. "There are a lot of people who like to use the subway tunnels as a backdrop for their scary stories. There's no odd pokemon down there. Just looots of verry cute joltiks!"

He patted your cap. "So don't put too much stock in those stories you hear, okay?"

"It- It wasn't a story, Sir-"

"I do miss that pretty feather in your cap though- You should put it back in."

Wait a moment. You felt your breath hitch.

"The feather?"

"Mmhmm! It is a verry pretty feather, you know?" Emmet's eyes narrowed. "I thought you liked it quite a bit too."

"Oh, I do-" And you paused.

Was Emmet- No, certainly he couldn't be-

Being… Controlled, could he? By whatever thing stalked you-

You considered your boss for a moment.

Emmet smiled. "So you'll put it back? Wonderful! It is verrry charming, is it not?"

"Huh?"

"The feather."

You recalled it.

"…I suppose." Was Emmet being controlled by the- By the thing that plagued you? "There was something I always… found off about it, though."

And in the silence that followed, you could have heard your blood running through your veins.

"…What's wrong with it?"

The tone of Emmet's voice sent a shiver down your spine- The color drained from Jackie's face- And yet you wouldn't have noticed the latter, deciding to try and find out for yourself-

Was Emmet being manipulated? And your current feelings turned to- Well, yes, it certainly did seem that way.

"It just… feels off, you know? Like yes, it's wonderfully soft and shimmery, but… I can't help but feel like… it's not a real feather, or something. Like it's…" What to say- Something- Something to tell the thing that followed you that you wanted nothing to do with it?

"…fake?"

The Subway Boss stared at you, cocking his head curiously. You felt nervous- Where had Jackie gone, you wondered? Your supervisor was suddenly absent from the office-

"I see. Well, I must get going."

Emmet's smile never left his face. But his heart and mind burned. You watched him turn tail and pace away, always so perfectly postured. Well, no use waiting around here, you thought, and off you went to

Emmet burned. Not with anger, no, certainly not, but something indescribable. An emotion, certainly, that was driving him madder and madder by the second, the more he thought about it. Fake? His feathers? Fake? Himself? And not only that, but you had the audacity to believe silly little rumors or stupid stories over his own words?

Liar. Liar. Liar.

Almost like a self-soothing mantra. You must be lying, surely, little mortal.

You wouldn't hurt them like this.

You're destined to love them. To be with them forever- To be theirs, forever-

Emmet would have to have a chat with his brother about this.

But the other Subway Boss was already finding you as well.

To Ingo, it was odd- You had clocked in, but-

He couldn't feel the warmth of your heart against that lonesome little scale he gave you. Surely you hadn't lost it? No matter- He could always happen upon another, saying it was from a hydreigon or similar-

"Ah, there you are, Miss."

He watched as you darted out of another hallway- Laden with blueprints and answering something on your walkie-talkie.

Ingo was not one to demand attention. He was reserved- Refined. He studied human mannerisms and etiquette- Such things were meaningless drivel, easily learned and retained- Service workers kept their arms behind their backs, or at their sides, their backs straight, feet oh-so-far apart-and-not-a-millimetre-more- Head perfectly held up but not too high- Shoulders back, and a bow to ladies as he held the door for them- Refined movements with not a step too widely taken. There were a million more rules, and subtle cues he had learned- And he would've learned a million more if he had to. Nonsense, all of it- The pompous drivel that humans inflicted on themselves, though, mannerisms and etiquette were something he and his brother were subjected to in any dealings with mortals or other things, no matter the age or era. And while Emmet was certainly the more impatient of the two-

Ingo was reserved. Nobori knew that, come what may, his desires would be his- He was never an impatient being, because, no matter what, all things came to an end, eventually. All things. No matter how many thousands of eons he must wait. And so, he knew, you would eventually end up in his arms.

And yet, for all his refinement- For all his patience-

Your mere presence tested every part of his perfectly crafted facade. If you confessed your undying affection to him at any moment, it would not be soon enough- Oh, to finally hold you in his arms- Oh, to finally revel in your embrace-

Oh, to finally receive your love and adoration, your affection, openly and freely- To be free himself to be as jealous and possessive as he desired- There was a reason he wished to cloak you in shadows, and keep you away from prying eyes- There were no eyes fit to behold you to him- No light fair enough to catch your countenance (Except, perhaps, Kudari's)- No gift too great to give you- If only, if only, you would turn your eyes up to him in love.

And you did love them, even if you didn't know it yet. Ingo was certain. You were wrapped around his fingers, and trapped within his net. He loved you dearly- And elder demons who dwell beyond time and space, moving with the ebb and flow of ancient forces so vast and unknowable and ancient and imperceptible were not used to feeling such a base emotion as love-

And it had consumed him, entirely. At first, he would've been content to steal you away- He would've been content to force your love from your heart, binding you to him until you couldn't tell where the shadows began and you ended-

But not now.

Love was a bit like a drug- A drug that didn't seem to wear off. And oh, how he became enslaved to his adoration of you- No, merely kidnapping you- That was the sort of thing a beast would do. And Nobori was far cleverer than a mere human.

No no, you would be his. You would seek him out on your own, and soon you wouldn't wish to leave him-

After all, he had watched you for so long from your shadows. You sighed and complained of your boss and your work at your old job- No more. No matter where you applied or wanted to go, the brothers knew you would be happiest by their side- Not working among strangers who would treat you like common filth, so your resumes were tattered and torn apart in shadows- Or a recruiter conveniently forgot to call you. And no matter what work you wanted-

Gear Station had need of your skills. Gear Station had dire need of your skills. Gear Station had dire need of you.

And everything seemed to be going so well- From the first nervous moment you stepped into their office for an interview, to how well you took to the training, the joy on your face from working among them- Of course you were happy. You would be nothing less among them.

So when you drew the precious scale of his out of your pocket, and placed it on some counter last night- He was not worried. You usually did that. But when he failed to feel your hand come morning, or the tender beat of your heart and the rise of your lungs as he had grown so fond of-

The elder deity was unnerved. He hadn't realized how much he had found himself yearning for the feeling- And without it, it left a hollow, ill feeling in him. He thought seeing you would fix it- But looking at your nervous face, the way you clung to yourself like a frightened minccino-

"Whatever is the matter, Agent-?" Ingo asked-

Leering down at you, a cruel look in his dark eyes- Or at least, that's how it looked to you.

"Ah, Ingo, Sir…" You trailed off. You hadn't wanted to run into him. "Nothing much, I'm… supposed to do a tunnel inspection? So, I'll get goin-"

"No no, I meant- You look rather worried. Is something bothering you? You can always come to me or Emmet if you have any concerns, you know-"

You shook your head. "No no, nothing like that- I er, uh, I'm just- I guess I'm feeling a little off today,"

*How were you to explain-

"…Your cap seems… Ah- Did you leave that feather at home today?" Ingo broached. He had noticed the lack of scale in your pocket, as well. But the scale was far more hidden in your uniform than the feather- And it was some mortal manner to not stare at someone's chest and inspect their breast pockets for any objects they may or may not contain, was it not?

Oh please no, not Ingo too- You thought, feeling more and more desperate. Why? What was the significance of that stupid feather and scale? Why? They might come from the thing- But why?

"Er, yes, I left them at home, I don't- I don't think it's good for me to wear the- it, to work, you know?"

"I saw no issue with it, and I'm certain Emmet didn't eith-"

"I saw issue with it."

And once again, silence. Ingo looked down at you, silver eyes unnaturally bright against the harsh shadows cast from the brim of his hat-

It made him look mad. Deranged.

And with trepid movement, you took a small step backwards. Perhaps it was paranoia, perhaps it was fear- Perhaps you were imagining things, yes, that had to be it-

"…There was an issue? With it?"

"Yes. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get to my work. I… I was a little late this morning."

And you brushed past him without another word, leaving him dumbfounded. A chill swept through the hallway, and Ingo watched your figure vanish down another turn towards the subway tunnels.

…Had you just rejected his gift to you? His lovely brother's gift to you? What issue was there with their scale and feather? Did that mean you took issue with them?

The elder God was certain he-they- had you ensnared. Under his claws, his gaze, wrapped in his shadows- You were bound to be his mate, bound to be his, entirely, entirely his-

"Brother."

Ingo turned his eyes- Emmet. Who had been watching you as well, vanish behind the tunnel door. And peaking out behind him, was Depot Agent Jackie.

"I'-I'm certain it's nothing big, Emmet, Sir! And Ingo, Sir, er- Don't worry, if you- If you leave this to us Agents, I'm certain we can figure out what changed their mind-"

"You better." Emmet snapped, not taking his eyes off where you turned. Jackie saluted, and without another word, ran away to carry out his bosses' orders. Emmet bit his lip.

"Brother, she said there was something wrong with my feather."

Ingo's brow furrowed. "Wrong? Whatever could they mean?"

"I don't know."

"And- My scale- She took that off, too."

"Yes, she did that too."

"And your feather!"

"Yes. And my feather."

Ingo grabbed at his sleeves. This didn't… make any sense. You had said you loved his scale- You fawned over and adored the feather you'd found-

So why. What had changed? Why did you now shy away, why were you so uncomfortable around them? Why did you dislike their gifts now-? Ingo scratched at his back. An unusual cold spot had manifested- A feeling he wasn't aware he could feel- Where his scale had used to be.

Emmet threw back his head, hair ruffling up like feathers- "If darling refuses us…" And began walking towards the door you disappeared down-

"They won't," Ingo reassured.

"They will not. One way or another."

Ingo glanced at his brother out of the corner of his eye, following him. "…Do you have anything in mind to remedy this situation, brother?"

Emmet pondered a moment. "Would Miss Elesa be able to get it out of them, the reason, you think?"

"I don't know. They seem… Suspicious, don't they?"

"Nonsense! Elesa can figure it out."

And Elesa would have her day quite rudely interrupted by an incessant call from her X-Transceiver- Unendingly ringing, until she threw it off in annoyance- Probably something to do with those two, she thought. The last thing she needed- More headaches, more pestering- And she'd probably have to pester you, too. Perhaps if she ignored it, she wouldn't have to deal with it, she hoped.

Until Emmet breaks into her gym, doe-eyed and asking so sweetly for her help once more. Certainly, you trust Elesa, right? You won't find her suspicious.

[ya-bug-boy]

Demon Submas x reader! I've been having fun seeing all the demon twins content that I wanted to also try writing something.

No blankshipping, gender neutral reader

Scenario below

The twins aren't quite accustomed with human culture despite how many millennia they've been alive. It was fair to say they're like this due to their demonic nature, given the fact they are entities beyond human comprehension.

However, they conjured human forms to participate in your world after they found you, their soulmate. Demon and human soulmates are typically a recipe for disaster. Demons who lacked the patience and integrity don't treat their human partners kindly, terrorizing them accidentally in an effort to show their commitment to them. Some humans outright shun their demon partners or some demons trap their humans into a state of forced submission, which guarantees never being able to invoke true, genuine love between them.

Nobori and Kudari were determined to not let that be their circumstances when they found out their soulmate was human. Granted, they were shocked at the news of their partner but grew excited when they shared the same human.

In order for them to appear before you, you needed to summon them first. You came across a soulmate ritual online that you decided to do for fun, taking the idea of magic lightly.

You summoned them correctly! They appeared in your bedroom but the human forms they created weren't correct, part of their eldritch qualities were exposed and they were too much for your human brain to comprehend, sending you into a state of hysteria, their voices overtaking your thoughts. Your state of shock nearly drives you into insanity, if not stopped.

Seeing your reaction, Nobori immediately puts you to sleep, you collapse in his shadowy tendrils as Kudari cries. They erase your memories and set you in your bed, leaving the room the way it was before hiding.

Nobori hides in your shadows and Kudari hides by passing on from one light source to another at first. They want to see what you're like before even trying to see you again.

They see what your life is like though observations, making adjustments when they deem fit. When you walk up stairs, it feels like there's a force supporting you. You don't remember there being a stop sign on this street but there is one now. You forgot your lunch at home but your work surprises everyone with catering from your favorite restaurant; you take home a lot of leftovers. Little adjustments completely directed by them.

It's strange but you start to take notice of your little blessings. Saying a little, "Thank you," in quiet moments where others can't hear you. But they can. Though they know you're thinking of someone else, another god or diety of this world and not them, they do take in a sense of pride that they're bringing you some comfort and joy.

They're not quite sure how to approach you yet, but they've got the right spirit. Approaching you so boldly is deemed an irresponsible choice given how your mind can't comprehend them. But having a mundane being such as a human being soul mates to demons... it is understandably quite dangerous. Would you understand or even accept them? How does this world even react to demons? Humans exist in nearly all worlds but their culture and civilization differs in some small or impactful ways. This is the first time the demons had seen humans being the only intelligent humanoid race in a world completely devoid of magic. Even the strange creatures that outnumber the human population here don't draw their powers from magic. How truly bizarre. If they showed their mightiness...that would surely frighten you, now wouldn't it?

[emmangst]

CW: EYESTRAIN

This will be the last time he ever smiles in October.

don't worry Emmet, you'll be Fine™ in my hands this October

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added bonus : flipped image looking way better

My thumb is dead

[keksflunsch]

I guess I got a new Banner now :>

Angel AU Ingo is here.

Well, Demon Ingo hehe.

He is the embodiment of Pride in this Universe. His familial a Raven, who also gave him his wings.

[krikidilly]

EEK! The goobers have evolved!!

[madd-nix]

"I feel you, Johanna! I feel you... I was half convinced I'd waken, Satisfied enough to dream you, Happily I was mistaken, Johanna!"

So, I saw Sweeney Todd on Broadway almost two weeks ago, and this idea hasn't left my mind since. Just the idea of Ingo as Antony singing to Johanna is really sweet, and the song itself is really pretty! Makes you temporarily forget that the musical is about murder and cannibalism, lol!

[sorrymydemonspoke]

Alri I spent the last 30 minutes trying to find these comics so might as well ask the masses

One was a Subway Masters comic about Emmet doing his morning routine but there’s a horror twist. He says ignore the angel in the mirror and there’s a twisted vision of Ingo, all bloody and stretched out in a stylized fashion

Another was Emmet getting upset about a zoroark pretending to be Ingo (I think by the same artist?)

And the last is way more lighthearted with it being about a tiny sneasel kitten annoying Emmet.

Any help is greatly appreciated :D

Edit: Found them! Answer in replies