#Pact mark headcannons

[meowsgirldrawing]

Pact Marks- Obey Me Thoughts/Headcannons

So in one of my recent posts, I showed where I imagine My MC- or Mackenzie's pacts marks are.

For those who are new or just unfamiliar with this topic somehow, Pact marks are what the fandom of Obey Me! Shall We Date?! has basically agreed all on being on each MC when they/he/she makes a pact with one of the demons. I dunno if the creators confirmed that as I am only in lesson 13-14 in the game itself.

Here are my headcannons/thoughts to just have on here✨

Lucifer

(Spoiler, hes the last one to get a pact mark from but not in the least undermining)

Where I imagine his pact mark would be on MC's chest.

Kinda like the phrase, 'Huffing up chest in pride', it shows his shamless pride in allowing the human to make a pact with him.

Considering how possessive Lucifer tends to be towards MC, in a "This is my human" way, his mark is the biggest, maybe even boldest as its even able to peak over MC's collar bones, making any non-turtle neck like shirt unable to cover it all.

It glows his signiture blue when activated, bright and unable to be unnoticed either.

And in the dark, a lingering lighter shade trails around the stars, giving a nice ring to the MorningStar name

With my MC, I imagine they aren't afraid to show it, most of their outfits being tank tops, low collar shirts, or even just a sports bra on some nights.

Lucifer sometimes catches MC trailing their finger along its edges, only to shirk their hand down as soon as he notices.

Of course...he smirks, raising a curious brow.

MC just ignores his glances and moves on.

Mammon

He was a an easy one, Ngl.

Look, I adore This little Greed demon with all my heart but he does tend to steal, and gamble, and basically do any money grubbing.

All with swift and talentful hands in his own craft.

His pact mark is on the hand, preferably dominant hand of MC.

Its not too big or too small, just fitting across the back of MC's hand.

When activated, it gives of a nice yellow hue, gold lining the mark's edges in a shifting manner.

My MC tried drawing weird symbols on top of it, human symbols that kids draw on their skin everyday y'know, just to see if anything changed.

It didn't. Just erased whatever they did and glowed like normal.

Mammon called her weird then proceeded to try his turn at it.

Now they needed new pens.

Mammon hated the mark at first, finding it stupid given how it even came to be in the first place.

Now he traces it every night with a curled up MC beside him, clutching onto him as if he isnt holding them tight enough.

Leviathan

He is tricky tricky boy, lemme tell ya.

Either his pact mark worked in spots his brothers' worked better in or it just didnt seem like Levi's spot.

So I figured, under bicep.

The guy is shy, right? So I believe his would ultimately end up somewhere where it's covered the majority of the time, that or just hard to see at most angles.

I did think of thigh, but i suppose the thought it ending up there would have this okaku blushing for days on end.

Which bicep also depends on which arm is MC's dominant one.

My MC, like all her other marks, is proud to have them, so they dont get why it was somewhere mostly hidden.

Hence why it gives them further reason to show it off during their shared movie nights, wearing more sleeveless shirts or tops.

Leviathan is her Lord of Shadows just as much as they are his Henry and they are proud to say it. (Enough without embarrassing the Envy demon of course)

Leviathan turned as flustered as a peach at first anytime he saw it fully, but now...

Now he laughs as MC 'proves' their muscles to him after an off comment he made, flexing off that mark of Envy without even realizing. He just snorts and shoves them lightly, a domino effect taking hold as they do it right back.

Beelzebub

Did I even need to think on this guy?

The tongue is wear his mark resides.

Not only for the obvious, Ahem Gluttony, but because the tongue is known to be the strongest muscle in the body.

It tends to blend in with the color of their tongue but mostly when its activated.

Oo, imagine MC eating a cherry flavored treat, the glow would just light the whole thing up. Light bulp idea if MC is ever in the dark and lost.

Ahem, anyway, as mentioned, it glows a fiery red, making MC's mouth looking like light up city when even just a little bit opened.

My MC had at one point thought her mouth was bleeding when she saw in it the mirror, had to have Beel explain they were indeed fine, if anything, looked cool.

Both her and Beel test out how bright it can get depeding on cherry flavored treats when gorging in food one night.

Beel cant help but blush at the sight of his unactivated mark as MC sucks their tongue out at him, having just won a victorious round. A game Levi lended them for a bit.

He hms, pats their head lightly, and mutters 'cute'. MC is left confused, their tongue still poking out in a blep.

Asmodeus

So...HAHA- So many people thought my MC's mark from Asmo was on their bottom.

While I would not be surprised, given this man, I headcannon their mark being a tramp stamp.

Right above their bottom.

Its not big, barely taking all over their lower back. But enough to give off a big enough glow when activated.

When activated, the pact will glow a saturated pink, a tease of purple easing into the 'ink.'

Ngl, I got this idea after reading another headcannon list of Obey Me Pact Marks and thought it was too good to not keep.

Its somewhat easy to hide, depending on the type of clothing MC wears, but it quickly becomes hard to cover ehen activated, the pink being too bright.

Asmo calls them his little firefly at some point

As for my MC, she gets flustered, never thinking a pact mark would be that low. But after catching a wink from Asmo, they turn gears and smirk instead, thankful for their wild and long hair hiding the pink in their ears as they clap back quick with some remark.

Asmo just chuckles at whatever she said.

Teasing hands, always playful but never pushing, linger down at the edge of MC's shirt only for it to turn into a tickle over his mark. MC squeaks out, laughter pulling over as they skirt away, clutching their lower back.

Asmo takes their playing shoves with a smug grin, gleaming with absolute delight as he catches one at last, landing a sweet kiss at their knuckles.

Satan

Similar to Lucifer

Satan would hate me I know it

But yes, dreadfully similar to Lucifer, Satan's mark is big and bold, appearing right under where Lucifer's(At the time he never knew that of course).

It lays across the lower ribs, that tip of it? Its lined up to go straight in between both, mark and center.

It is easy to hide, but if MC is one to wear short crop tops, or anyhting that shows close to the lower ribs as mentioned, it wouldnt be hard to miss.

Yet, the mark is impossible to miss when activated, unless you stacked like piles and piles on MC's torso, yeah..that green glow would be seen a mile away.

Its a bright, fiery green, almost oozing into their clothes like Wrath itself would.

Why is it on the ribs? Well, you know that feeling you get when you are angry. That fire in the pit of your chest? The only reason its on the ribs instead is because of how calculating Satan is.

"Imagine how an aggressor would feel if they suddenly saw its glow? They would've turned to rigor themselves without my help"

Are you sure you aint like Lucifer-

My MC played a game of, 'What Can Hide The Mark??' With their closet one day, just curiosity at best.

Yeah, they thought better of it when Satan came a-knocking very confused and very weirded out by the dark light green light game on his side.

Theres a weird, fizzy feeling Satan gets anytime he saw the mark in a more direct manner. Their shirt riding up as they slanted on the couch, at the beach, anywhere were he got less of a tease of it and more of a frontal view.

It wasnt made out of hate for his brother, it wasnt even a half-assed one either, it actually meant something, to both him and MC.

Hmm....Satan's eyes fliker back down, escaping MC's sudden gaze, a little heat on his cheeks going ignored in favor for catching up with this novel's protagonist.

Belphegor

So......I may or may not have accidentally put Belphie's mark on Mc's neck.....

Chapter 16 anyone?

BUT- BUT Then it gave me an idea!

So while we arent exactly sure the marks would be chosen by the brother's preference, or MC's preference, I think its just up to what the fans think-

What if it was kinda an accident itself?

Like obviously, at the time of the pact between the youngest brother and Mc was made, the events of Mc/not Mc's death was still fresh to everyone. Hence the whole, making a pact to protect Mc from Belphie.

And since it was still in everyones minds for a while, the mark accidentally formed in the one place everyone, including MC had a hard time looking at without getting chills.

It could be many possibilities from this, but it also can give MC enough motivation to work it out with Belphie, wanting to make the mark not one to look at in digust but instead at least a gentle fondness like the others. Obviously the last part might take a long while to come, but they would at least be able to ease the pain of it.

Anyhow- the mark is pretty dang small compared to the others. Small and barely noticable depending on how MC's hair style is.

When activated, it glows a nice lilac hue, the edges dipped in a very light, almost white color. It can almost be mistaken for a night light, like those ones for children, if it wasn't on MC's body.

If covered with a turtle neck for instance, its dimmed but not completely, still vying for attention.

I do believe MC would have at least some sort of trauma towards it, like cant have people touching around their neck for awhile. Even if Lucifer were to cup their chin, their nerves start a-ringing.

I like to imagine my MC doesn't necessarily get over it, but is able to move past it. Shes one to not let things affect them, but obviously with seeing yourself and feeling youself die is extremely hard to do for a human, so its more or less them just wanting to stop feeling so weak at the idea. So she asks Lucifer or Satan (the two most likely to understand it) in private to help her by gently edging their hands around her neck area sometimes so she can at the very least, emotionally move past it.

Exposure therapy( But this is for my MC, I definitely believe people have a right to decide how they/their characters wpuod respond to the whole thing as everyone seems to either forgive Belphie, take a long time to do so, or just want their character to avoid him)

It takes him a loose second to realize, but when he does, Belphie is quick to snatch away his hand from MC's upper torso. Hes hesitant to even toss it back around their waist. But MC, despite their sleepy and craving for warmth state, takes note of his sudden distance and tightens their grip around his shoulders, effectively dragging him snug against their body.

They murmer reassurances before he can even breathe a single word, and hes burrying his face in their shoulder, the one beside his own mark. Tears sting his closed gaze and their wading soft fingers their his hair. A kiss to the side of his head is all he needs and he wrapps his arms back around, agreeing like aways.

Gentle forgiven but never forgotten...

[datauthorress]

Pact Mark Headcannons [Lucifer]

Lucifer's pact mark rests on the skin above Shelby's heart, which symbolizes the love and care she carries for the oldest demon brother. Although her first pact was with Mammon, she carries a close connection with Lucifer, and eventually a deep love for him.

If Shelby ever feels anxious, Lucifer will feel it through the bond, and he can use the bond to calm her down from going into a full-blown anxiety attack.

Lucifer likes to rest his head on her chest after a particularly rough day. He enjoys hearing her heartbeat and knows his pact mark is right there.

When they're close to each other, her pact mark glows softly in sync with his heartbeat. This is the same for all of the brothers.

When they sleep together, his pact marks glows the brightest out of all of them and Lucifer often likes to watch it glow before cuddling her.

His pact mark glows bright blue.

[avatarofcats]

I headcannon so hard that the pact marks are more than just evidence of your contracts with the brothers. They feel it when you’re burning bright with their sin, they can use it to just feel that you’re still there for comfort, even if you’re not in the room. I’d go so far as to say that I headcannon that once you understand your power a bit more, you could even use it to lend more than their power. Stay with me, MC falling from a height, and right at the last second before they hit the ground, mcs severe panic and adrenaline surges with their magic and lucifiers wings just pop right out of their back, suspending them inches from the floor? MC during an intense argument with another demon, only for their rage to spike, along with Satans horns that just pop right out of their skull as they move to head butt them lmao??? Jealously checking their D.D.D to see they’ve not won the gâcha contest they entered, only to hear a smash as they turn and see leviathans tail extended from their body, irritatedly swinging back and forth from the connection with the vase??? Mmmmmmm serve it to me.

[ratigan-in-the-wall]

1) My interpretation of the Pact Mark of Gluttony (Beelzebub) for my current MC Zinc, which is the werefox I posted earlier. As seen there’s is some variation in the way it’s colored because I had a few combos I wanted to try out. I think combo I like most is the last one, just had to lower the opacity on the oranges a bit.

2) Also, Zinc’s fully human form! Decided to finally work this one out since both the Halfway and Full Beast forms have solid designs already.

(I’m going to be reusing pic’s from previous posts)

3) Technically only a fourth of the way between human and beast forms

4) The Halfway form! Bigger, stronger, and fluffier.

5) Full Beast form! Overall the fluffiest.

6) A little bonus close up on one of the smaller details that I am very happy with. Very much a shading win in my books.

[kit-the-gaygent]

Mc talking to Solomon at his place while he practices spells or something (wizard things) : and so Asmo offered up a pact, and of course I said yes. But -

Solomon stopping what he's doing and turning to Mc with a 😮‍💨 kind of face : Let me guess. His pact mark is a tramp stamp

Mc : yeah, how did you know

Solomon, moving his cape and pulling up his shirt to reveal a very familiar looking pact mark : the demon practically created them before they were even called such a thing

Pact marks probably look like complicated circles but do consider: matching pact marks

[nemjun]

read that beel character analysis post yesterday and haven't stopped thinking about obey me since

[fandoms-x-reader]

NSFW General Headcannons

Requested By: @ricaaathelittlelamb

As the title implies, 18+ / NSFW

Lucifer takes the longest for you to grow closer to. He keeps his distance and cold facade until he knows he can fully trust you.

 And, once he knows that he can, he isn’t shy about showing his feelings for you in the bedroom.

Lucifer can’t allow his arousal to taint his image. So, he’s gotten really good at hiding when he’s turned on. But, his biggest tell is his breathing.

Lucifer usually remains calm and collected at all times, so when you notice his breathing has become eccentric and his eyes are just the slightest bit glossed over, you know he’s struggling.

If you decide to tease him while he’s like this, he’ll make sure to punish you properly as soon as the two of you are alone.

He prefers to top. He’s always the one control, and he expects it to be the same in the bedroom. If you catch him off guard, you can switch positions and top him. He’ll be surprised at how much he enjoys it.

He loves it when you come into his study to distract him from work. He’ll resist your attempts at first, but eventually he caves into temptation.

His favorite position is having you sitting on his desk while he stands in front of you, supporting your weight with one arm as he thrusts into you.

He loves when you grip his back, your nails digging in slightly. He’ll switch between wanting to look deep into your eyes and wanting to kiss you passionately.

He is equally skilled with using both his hands and mouth.

Lucifer is the ultimate rebel. Because of that, he has a corruption kink. He wants to see your usual polite and respectful personality turn into something much more sinister in the bedroom. And it drives him crazy when you’re the one to suggest doing something particularly risque.

Afterwards, Lucifer will hold you in his arms, feeling the warmth of your body pressed against him. Your arm will rest over his and he’ll tighten his grip around you, wanting to hold you impossibly close.

It’ll take Mammon a while until he’s comfortable enough with you for the two of you to escalate things to a more intimate level.

When the two of you do sleep together, it is a very passionate release of all the built up emotions you hadn’t confessed to each other prior.

You could tell whenever he got turned on by you because he would be constantly moving. He would shift around uncomfortably, doing his best to hide his erection as he avoided your gaze. He would close his eyes to try to calm himself down, but it would never work.

Mammon is a switch. He loves when you take control and he’ll happily let you do whatever you want to him. But, if he’s particularly worked up about something he will be the dominant one. 

If he’s jealous, he’ll spend the night making it known that you are his and if his sin starts overtaking him, his lips won’t leave you. He’ll kiss every inch of your body, leaving small bite marks wherever he wanted.

His favorite position is doggy style. He loves when you're bent over, your ass pressed against him as he thrusts in and out of you. He loves tangling his hand in your hair, tugging while his other hand supported his weight. 

When it comes to kinks, his is branding.

He wants everyone to know that you're his human. And the best way to do that is through his pact mark. Nothing turns him on more than you flaunting off the symbol and during sex he makes it a point to pay extra attention to it. He’ll kiss it, suck the skin around it, and bite. Whatever he could do to emphasize the mark.

After sex, Mammon will hold you in his arms. He likes to run his fingers through your hair, reassuring himself that you are there and that did just happen. He had so many fantasies about you that he would believe it was a dream. But, running his fingers through your hair made it real. And he would especially appreciate it when you would reach your arm and gently run your fingers through his hair as well. It created a safe and deep connection between the two of you.

Levi is pretty shy at first when it comes to things in the bedroom. But, the more comfortable he gets with you, the more he’s open to trying new things. He’s seen and read about a lot of different positions in certain erotic anime and manga and he wants to try them all with you.

When Levi is turned on, it’s very obvious. He’ll start profusely blushing, looking anywhere but you. If you were in front of other people, he would hope that no one notices. If it’s just the two of you, he’s less embarrassed but still a bit awkward about it. He’s not 100% comfortable with just coming out and telling you what he needs.

He is mostly a bottom. His favorite position is the face-off position in which you straddle him while he’s sitting and ride him.

He loves tangling his fingers in your hair as the two of you passionately kiss while you’re bouncing up and down on him.

He is the Avatar of Envy, though. And, if you decide to make him jealous in any way shape or form, he will quickly be in control. He will be very dominant and very possessive of you.

Roleplaying is Levi’s kink. He has hundreds of fantasies that he wants to try out with you if you’re willing. And he'll be open to trying an roleplaying fantasies you have in return.

Afterwards, once you’ve both come down from your high and gotten cleaned up, Levi will be very affectionate. He’ll hold you close as you cuddle and watch anime together.

Satan did his best to maintain his calm and composed appearance. But, if you kiss his neck, he is a blushing mess and he melts into your touch.

When Satan gets turned on, you notice because he would slowly start to lose control of himself. It would start with something simple like stuttering or not being able to focus on the task at hand. Then it would move to him not being able to take his eyes off of you.

If he was trying to really restrain himself, he would close his eyes and clench his jaws. His hands would grip whatever was nearby as he did what he could to not go down on you wherever you were. But, you best believe he didn’t hold himself back in the bedroom.

Satan is the dominant type. He prefers to be on top, taking control of the situation in the bedroom. But, sometimes you can take him by surprise and top. He enjoys it both ways.

His favorite position is missionary. It’s traditional, yes. But he enjoys being able to stare into your eyes or kiss you passionately as he thrusts into you, confessing his love over and over again.

He is great with his hands, knowing when and where to put them to edge you closer and closer to your climax.

He has a big collaring kink because it reminds him of cats. If you’re comfortable with it, he would love to see you wearing a cat collar in public. Especially if it had a name tag saying you belonged to him. If you prefer something more subtle, a choker will do. Seeing anything resembling the sort will turn him on either way.

He also loves it when you mark him as yours. If you leave bite marks or scratches, he’ll flaunt them. He wants everyone to know exactly who he belongs to.

Aftercare consists of a lot of pillow-talk. He feels so close to you after sex and he wants to further that bond by getting to know you through words as well. He wants to know every part of you.

Being the Avatar of Lust, Asmo is ready to take you into the bedroom the same day that he meets you. But, he’ll be respectful and let you decide when you’re ready to take things to the next level.

Asmo is never shy about admitting when he’s turned on. Especially when it comes to you. When he doesn’t just come out and say it, he shows his arousal through his words. He likes to get really close to you and gently play with your hair while he tells you over and over how beautiful you are.

If you don’t give him what he wants, he’ll mention specific body parts and what makes them so beautiful until you finally cave.

Asmo’s favorite thing to do is tantric massages. He is big on setting the perfect scene in his bedroom with scented candles, dim lights, and music.

He’ll get the best oil he can find and have you start by laying on your stomach. He’ll massage every inch of your back side thoroughly before asking you to flip over.

He is all about pleasuring you and will intensely watch your expressions as he rubs his hands over all of your most sensitive spots, his eyes lighting up when you finally hit your climax.

Asmo is a switch. If you want to please him, go right ahead. If you want all of him, he’ll give it to you anywhere in any position. He’s good at everything.

One of Asmo’s most prominent kinks is mixophilia. He loves to look at the mirror while the two of you are having sex so he can see both of your expressions of ecstasy. If you were okay with it, he might even bring out the video camera.

Afterwards, the two of you will finish the night with a lot of sensual touching. You would gently run your fingers through his hair and he would rub your arms and back. Asmo would confess his love for you while touching you gently like this to further prove his feelings.

Beel doesn’t express his feelings through words often, so he’s very comfortable with showing the way he feels about you through actions.

And sex is one of the biggest way he shows you how much he loves you.

Because he usually isn’t very vocal with his wants and needs, you notice when Beel is turned on by the way he’ll be staring at you.

He always looks at you, but when he’s aroused, he will be staring intensely at you, watching your every movement as his eyes trace over every inch of your body.

Beel is used to being the dominant one, but doesn’t mind if you want to take control in the bedroom.

His favorite position is the sexed-up snuggle position. He loves wrapping his arms around you in practically a bear hug and kissing you passionately as he thrusts into you. He holds you as close as he can, which is his way of showing you how deeply he cares about you.

Beel would undoubtedly be into food play. It would drive him crazy being able to indulge in his sin while also having you in an intimate way.

If food is involved, he will use only his mouth instead of his hands. He’ll leave small bite marks on you and it’ll turn him on even more if you leave your own bite marks on him.

After sleeping together, Beel won’t want to leave your side. But, he worked up quite the appetite and his stomach is already growling.

He’ll have you put on one of his long t-shirts and the two of you will cook together in the kitchen. He’ll hug you and give you small kisses in between making the food and when it’s done, he’ll have you on his lap and feed you bites if you wanted some.

Belphie is one who gets what he wants when he wants; and considering he spends most of his time in bed, the two of you sleep together a lot.

When Belphie’s turned on, he’ll start getting really touchy. If you’re laying in bed with him, he’ll let his hands start roaming, touching you in neutral places like your legs, arms, or stomach; and then he’ll get more daring.

If you are in public, Belphie will walk close to you, holding your hand or wrapping an arm around your waist. If you don’t pay him proper attention, he’ll start whispering things in your ear until you’re blushing and agreeing to go to the bedroom with him.

In the bedroom, Belphie is mostly a bottom. His favorite position is the cowgirl position. He loves looking into your eyes and gripping your hips while you ride him.

If he’s feeling particularly temperamental, he’ll take control in the bedroom. Pinning your wrist and legs down so that you can’t move as he does whatever he wants to you.

To no one’s surprise, Belphie’s kink is breath play. Although, given your history with him, he’ll triple check to make sure you’re okay with it before trying it in the bedroom. Even then he’s very cautious about making sure not to actually hurt you.

He likes things a bit rough and it drives him crazy when you pull his hair or leave hickeys on him.

Afterwards, Belphie likes pulling your naked body on top of him, wrapping his arms around you as he cuddles you. He’ll hold you intimately, his careful touches conveying the feelings he has for you.

[devildomditzy]

Pacts - Mammon x MC

Part one of ? Read Part two here

No tw so far! I’ll update if this changes

This also contains my personal headcannons of where MC’s pact mark locations are, none of it is cannon <3

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Mammon absolutely hated your pact mark location at first.

Standing with you in the kitchen, absolutely humiliated, forced to his knees just to get his precious goldie back from the hands of Diavolo’s new pet- the one he had to unfortunate luck of having to look after. The confusion he felt once he looked up, wiping the frustrated tears beginning to form in his eyes, when he couldn’t see the pact on you; but he can feel it clear as day. There was no mistaking it, he was now bound to you, whether he liked it or not. “Whatever”, he thought to himself, “s’probably somewhere under their sleeve, or their arm or somethin’ stupid”. It didn’t matter to him, all that mattered to him was the piece of plastic in your grip that was now being passed over to him.

Yes!

“Now, I command you to pay Levi back what you owe him.”

Fuck!

A few days and a few draining shifts at Hell’s Kitchen later to save up enough to pay back his younger brother at the command of the new pain in his ass, it finally occurs to Mammon that he could now feel new sensations, specifically feelings that weren’t his own, and he comes to the conclusion that he has you to thank for this unwanted connection. His heart pulls at your loneliness when you lock yourself away in the guest room, scared of your new home and dejected by those around you. He feels himself become homesick for the human realm, a place he’d never regard as ‘home’ considering the amount of money grubbing witches after his wallet residing there. He feels his heartbeat speed up in tandem with yours every time you’re together. He’s not sure what to make of that one.

It doesn’t take long- a week at most, until he’s knocking on your door with enough force you’d think he’d bowl it down. You open the door with wild eyes, not sure who’d be bothering to visit you at this hour. The familiar race in your chest begins when you lock eyes with him. He can’t keep his own on you for long, finding the silence and the tension unbearable.

“Yo!”

“H-hey Mammon.”

“…”

“…”

“I think I left my charger in here earlier, better check for it.”

“Oh. I can grab it for yo-”

“NO! N-nah, I mean I can come in n get it myself, ‘m not stupid.”

“I..never said you were?”

“J-just lemme in!”

Mammon pushes past you and walks into your room, trying to seem nonchalant as he pick up blankets and shoves them aside, kicking up clothes in pursuit of his charger. He’s not surprised to find it where he strategically left it after your TSL marathon last night. He grabs it with the fingers of one hand, looping his thumbs into his pockets before turning back around to face you.

“Listen…if ya scared of Levi-”

“I’m not..”

“Or any of my brother for that matter…I could…ya know, look out for ya…”

“Aren’t you already supposed to be doing that?”

You cock your eyebrow at him, whether in suspicion or bemusement he’s not too sure. Why was this so hard to get out?

“Very funny. What I’m tryin’ to say is I could stay with ya! To.. ya know… make you less…scared…”

“You want to stay in my room? Like, a sleepover?”

Okay. Now it’s definitely bemusement. He can feel the heat rising up to his cheeks, his shoulders tensing up and back as he prepares for dejection, to be laughed at. What was he doing in the first place? He was just trying to find a way to get these feelings to stop, to stop feeling this weird psychic like connection he now had to your human mood swings. And he figured the best way to do that was to ask to stay with you? Overnight? IN YOUR ROOM? ALONE?!?

With the implications now hitting the second born straight in the face, a flurry of words begin to fly out of his mouth at a rapid pace. He’s clamoring to bring the conversation back to normalcy, throwing in a few insults just to be sure, and doing what he does best: backpedaling! But that stupid face on your face makes it hard to form a coherent reasoning as to why he wouldn’t want to be caught dead hanging out with the human, and that rapid thump, thump, thumping in his chest that he’s sure is somehow your fault is too distraction to overlook, and oh fuck you’re opening your mouth to speak-

“Sure.”

“I mean it’s not like I’d WANT to stay in here with ya! In fact, think of it like a favor- or better yet, a service! I don’t work for fr- wait. Did you say sure?”

“Sure. I could use some company. Honestly I’ve been pretty lonely since I got here.”

The demon finds himself too stunned to speak. It takes a giggle from you to break him out of his trance.

“Yeah. Yeah! I mean, I’m The Great Mammon, who wouldn’t wanna chill with me! Just don’t tell my brothers I was hangin’ around ya!”

“Yeah, I got it. The whole never wanna be caught with the weak, “fragile human” thing.”

You pause and he notices how your face briefly falls before you catch yourself. He not sure what to make of that one. But he knows you feel a little hurt. Because he can feel it too.

“So.. wanna watch a movie?”

One and a half stale comedy movies later and the second born is finding it increasingly hard to keep his eyes open. He knows you feel it too as he glances over at your slumped form. Your eyes may be staring dead ahead at the tv set, but he knows you aren’t absorbing a single word being said. It takes him a few tries to grab your attention.

“Oi…Oi!”

You jump, startled at the voice coming next to you. You slowly rotate towards them, blinking a few times and stifling a yawn.

“You oughta lay down. Ya look like you’re about to pass out.”

“I suppose you’re right. I’m going to change into pajamas. Did you bring any?”

Mammon shakes his head, “Nah, I gotta run back to my room ‘n change. I’ll be right back.”

You give a nod before disappearing into the bathroom. Mammon stretches before standing and making his way out the door. He figures his usual bedtime attire would get him a swift slap to the face, so he opts to go to sleep clothed tonight, it being your room and all.

His usual swagger has become lose and hazy as he walks back into your room, adorned in sweatpants and a hoodie he’d managed to swipe off his floor. He doesn’t bother knocking as he grips the handle, throwing your door open and shutting it behind him and while staring down at his D.D.D.

“So, ya want me to take the couch or w-WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?”

His phone clatters to the ground as his eyes grow in shock.

“What! What do you mean?!”, you ask, glancing down at yourself to frantically locate what could possibly pull that kind of reaction out of the second born. The straps of your tank top allowed for much more skin to show than what Mammon was used to seeing from you, but surely that couldn’t be the cause of his concern.

“T-That! Ya didn’t tell me you had a huge tattoo on yer chest!”

Your eyes travel down to the scooped neck line and thin strap that adorned your body. That’s when it dawns on you - he’s never actually seen this before. The mark that you’ve seen everyday since that day in the kitchen. Since you traded Mammon his credit line for his free will.

“Oh that. I..I think that’s yours?”

“MINE!? WHADDYA MEAN MINE?!”

“It kinda showed up after that day in the kitchen. Where we did the kneeling thing in the circle?”

“My pact mark?! O-over top your heart!? Nuh-uh, no way. This can’t be happening.”

It was clear to see Mammon was in full blown panic mode, but as to why would be anyone’s guess.

“Well uh, I don’t remember sitting down to get a big ass tattoo of some kind of…crest? I don’t know, look at it, see for yourself.”

“Q-QUIT PULLIN’ YA SHIRT DOWN!”

Mammon practically runs across the room, shielding his eyes with one hand while grappling with you to leave your shirt alone with the other.

“Hey! I didn’t choose to put it there! Did you?”

“OI! OF COURSE NOT!”

“Stop screaming and tell me if it’s yours!”

Though his mind doesn’t want to, his eyes automatically look downwards towards the exposed area of your chest. There’s no mistaking it. He’d know his mark anywhere, he knows it like the back of his hand. The mark of his greed. The same mark that lay right over your heart. His mark. He takes a sharp breath in. It glows a bright, blinding golden shine. He feels his heart beginning to speed up once more.

Shit.

Mammon bolts out of your room.

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Ever since that occurrence, the second born has made himself as scarce as he possibly could be from your life. It’s not like Mammon could just neglect his duties as your watch dog, Lucifer would have his head if he did, and he fails to see how there’s any coming back from a punishment fit for “failing Lord Diavolo”. A shiver runs down his spine at the thought.

It was simple really, if he didn’t overthink it. Walk the human to and from R.A.D, make sure they’re not gettin’ picked on, NEVER talk about what happened last week and ALWAYS deflect if they brought it up. And Of COURSE you’d bring it up. Stupid humans and their inability to know when to just leave it alone.

It happens the first time he walks you to class after the fact. You didn’t run after him when he ran. Not surprising, he thought. “Musta thought they did somethin’ wrong”, he reflected alone, but then again, you did, didn’t you? You must have done something to make his mark, his crest, his claim fall perfectly atop the left side of your chest.

“Sooooo… are you gonna tell me why you ran away off the other night? If my shoulders were that spooky, I could have put on a t-shirt, you know.”

“I dunno what yer talkin’ about.”

The second born’s steely concentration remains aimed down at his D.D.D, where he currently typed furiously arguing with his brothers in the house’s group chat.

“Okay, so it’s not my shoulders. Was it these bad boys? You know, us humans can be pretty scary”, you grunt, drawing out the last words while flexing what little muscle you had in a teasing manner in an attempt to lighten the mood. Unfortunately for your dignity, Mammon doesn’t even throw a glance your way. “Uh huh, yea”, he mumbles, fingers continuing to fly across his keyboard.

Wanting to know what conversation he found so enthralling, you decide to slip your own D.D.D out of your pocket, clicking on the group chat notifications you’ve been receiving.

Leviathan: Ugh, I can’t believe I have to attend class today in person. I feel like such a normie.

Satan: Good. Maybe you’ll start to leave your room more often and stop being such a shut in.

Leviathan: Hey! If anyones a shut in lately, it’s Mammon! I’ve barely seen him at all this week! Every time I try to talk to him he says “he’s busy” and to “leave him alone”.

Lucifer: Interesting. Mammon, care to explain why you’re so busy?

Mammon: I’m not up to nothin’, I swear! I’m just studyin’ is all.

Asmodeus: Aww, are you too busy playing with your new human that you don’t have time for your own brothers?

Mammon: Shuddup! I’m watchin’ over them and that’s that.

Asmodeus: Don’t play dumb with us, Mammon <3 Levi told us all about what went down in the kitchen.

Mammon: LEVI! I SWEAR TA FATH- I DONT KNOW WHAT I SWEAR TO BUT IM GONNA KILL YA’

Beelzebub: Kitchen….

Mammon: BEEL YER NOT HELPING!

Satan: Did you really expect you could hide a newly form pact from us? The exchange student is absolutely radiating with your power now.

Asmodeus: Aw, I wanna make the human radiate too!

Mammon: I had no choice okay! They practically blackmailed me into it!

Leviathan: You could have said no, if you weren’t such a money grubbing scumbag.

Mammon: Hey! Goldie belongs to ME! I had to get her back no matter the cost.

Lucifer: That also sounds rather interesting. Mammon, care to explain?

Mammon: EEP!

Asmodeus: What I find rather interesting is that pact! I want all the details! Like, what did their face look like when you formed it? Was their mouth open? What sounds did they make? Did they sound like moans? Were they more beautiful than mine?

Mammon: Like I’m tellin’ ya any of that!

Asmodeus: Ooo I know! Where did the pact sigil form? <3

Finding the conversation now centering all around you, you decide to speak for yourself.

MC: On my chest. It sits a bit over my heart.

Mammon’s head shoots up to look at you, expression a mix of terror and shock. It was almost as if he forgot you were also apart of this conversation.

“Wha-WHY’D YA GO AND TELL EM’ THAT!”

“C-cause it’s the truth? Is it supposed to be a secret? They said they already knew?”

“Not about the pact! About the chest thing! About the h-heart thing!”

Suddenly your D.D.Ds notifications both start blaring at the same time, notifications buzzing much faster than they had before.

Asmodeus: Ooo Mammon ~ very bold of you <3

Leviathan: Eww gross… Are you kidding me? You guys met like what, not even three weeks ago?

Satan: I do have to say given the implications, that does seem very sudden.

You decide being the center talk of the HOL’s tabloid was not for you. If Mammon wasn’t going to give you answers, you were going to get them one way or another out of one of these boys.

MC: What ‘implications’?

“That’s it!”

You jump as you hear Mammon speak up next to you, reaching over to yank your D.D.D put of your hands and holding it over your head. You jump up and try to grab it from his grasp, but it’s not use.

“Hey! Give that back!”

“Nun-uh. Ya too distracted and at this rate we’re gonna be late.”

“Since when have you ever cared about being late?”

“Since Lucifer threatened to skin me alive if I don’t deliver ya to school on time. Now c’mon, let’s get goin’.”

Mammon slips his arm out of one strap of his bag and maneuvers it around to his front, unzipping a pocket and dropping your D.D.D inside.

“But, what if I need it for something? Like, an emergency!”

“Ya don’t need it. Ya got me remember. Don’t know how ya could forget with that big ass blemish on yer chest.” Though he mumbles the last part under his breath, it was just enough for you to hear.

“You…you think it’s a blemish?”, you ask, not feigning to hide the disappointment in your voice.

Oh no. Oh fuck. He can feel it again. That rapid beat beat beating of your heart, and the rising sadness beginning to bubble in your stomach.

“That’s not what I meant,” Mammon starts, but before he can finish the words are already leaving your mouth.

“You know, thanks for walking me, but I think I forgot something at HOL. I can find my own way back.”

“MC, wait!”

Now it was your turn to bolt away from him.

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[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

I headcannon that humans usually get to choose where the marks go when they make a pact, but MC didn't care so they just let the brothers choose. This is purely for fun, feel free not to read it or take it too seriously.

Mammon went for the back of their right hand. For one, it's a safe option and he felt kind of awkward choosing the place for his own pact mark.

Later, it turned out to be perfect. He's their right-hand demon, always within arm's reach. Anywhere they go together, he holds that hand, and whenever MC meets someone new, they shake hands, that person knows right away that they're his human, and he's their demon.

Leviathan followed the same logic at first, and put his on their left forearm, just under their elbow, because where else would he put it?! He's never picked a pact mark before!

In the end, he likes it because it's not always on display, or always hidden. MC shows it off just enough to assure him that they're proud to have a pact with him, and hides it enough so he's not overwhelmed with the reality that he is theirs, and they are his.

When they dress up, they make sure not to cover their arms, and wear his mark with pride, but it's the quiet moments in his room, when they roll up their sleeve and let him trace the mark with his fingers, or trace it with his tail, that he really likes.

Beelzebub had trouble with picking his place. He's never made a pact before, let alone picked where it's been displayed.

He had no real reason for choosing their right shoulder blade, other than a feeling that that's where it needed to be. MC knows though, it's because of his twin. They knew where Belphie's pact mark would go, directly on their other shoulder.

Twin demons, guarding their human's back.

Asmodeus was a cheeky menace, as soon as he was given the choice, he smacked the mark right on MC's inner thigh. He thought it might fluster the little human, but as it turned out, MC is long past the point of flustering.

That choice turned out to be to Asmo's detriment as MC strategically chose how they displayed it. Hot day? They're wearing shorts and his mark is on clear display, sitting nestled on their soft skin, where no one, not even he can touch.

MC's learned to tug at that mark every now and again, granting him the most delicious teasing grin.

The devildom's greatest tease has met his match.

Satan's choice was a hard one, by the time he agreed to a pact, truly chose MC for a pact, he knew they were going to be someone he cared for deeply.

It took him days to decide where that mark would sit, MC never rushed him, or offered to make the choice for him. That patience was something he admired in someone he knows to have a firecracker of a temper.

In the end, he placed the mark on their collarbone, just above where their heartbeat thrums with life.

He wants them to remember that no matter his wrath, he does have a heart, and he'll always protect theirs.

MC often reaches for the brand when heartache strikes, reminding themselves of their wrathful demon, with a heart of gold.

Belphegor loved Beel's choice and didn't hesitate to put his brand on the opposite shoulder blade.

He falls asleep with his head resting on one of those marks at least twice a week, pinning MC beneath him, willing or otherwise. Any attempted to wake him up just has him switching to the other shoulder and clinging to them tighter.

He loves that a permanent mark of his twin is close enough that he can feel anytime MC summons Beel, and vice versa.

Anytime MC summons one, there's a 50/50 chance that both will come, called by each other's magic.

When the time came for Lucifer to make his choice, MC was sure he wouldn't surprise them, but unbeknownst to them, Lucifer had no intention of making the choice completely by himself.

He's seen them, wearing each and every pact with pride, pride to rival his own, but any human with sense would be proud of forging pacts with 6 of the seven lords of the underworld.

MC is more than proud of the pacts, they're proud to be part of the family. They give everything to that family, time, effort, love, all of it dedicated to those they call family.

In the end, MC had already made the choice a very long time ago, and lifted their chin, breath catching as Lucifer's palm encompassed their throat, placing their life, their breath, in his very hands.

The demon beamed his pride as he painted their throat with his brand, never to be hidden, never to be taken away.

That final mark symbolised more than a pact with the avatar of pride.

It stood for the completion of a family long left lacking their final piece.

[livvy-fallen]

I have noticed on Tulmbr or any site for that matter there are very little obey me! demon headcaanons that actually make demons act like animals! I will not stand for this! I will be getting my fix of animalistic demons one way or another soooo let me tell you about my demon headcaanons.

Warning: this book has suggestive content and weird headcannons.

Let's get one thing clear first demons are pact animals. They live in large groups and are VERY protective over their families. This is because demons are protective over something that is, theirs. So this also translates to members of the family. So when it comes to the demon brothers in the early lessons can you imagine how HEARTBREAKING it was to have belphegor away? Especially because he was the youngest and therefore the weakest and hence in need of more protection. To have their baby brother away in the human realm (well to them... But he was just in the attic). For all they know he could be in danger! And as far as Beel was concerned his beloved twin could not be eating enough and of he isn't eating enough he is weaker... And if he isn't strong as he could be he could be hurting and he isn't there! "LUCIFER! please send him back he could be in danger!" - Beelzebub a day into the exchange program

Also this leds onto another point. SCENT. If your fimilar with... The dark side of Ao3, wattpad and Tulmbr (Omegavers) you probably get what I mean. But just in case you don't have issues. Animals have scent glads in their body. This marks what is their's now this translates to our favorite demons because they also have that. Meaning if they rubbed their wrist, cheek or like you know that part of your neck where it starts your chest? (Actually is that the collarbone? No clue) well that too. That has the most active scent glads. It will leave a smell that says to other demons that that thing is their's and if you mess with it. Except death.

Soo just imagine in Beelzebub's and Belphegor's room obviously is going to be full of their scent. But of course with belphi not there. It's going to fade isn't it? So that also makes beel upset. Because yes he KNOWS not actually? He was like in the attic Belphi is in the human realm apart of his brain is crying because his brother scent isn't where it should be so he's not there? Where is he? Is he safe? Is he eating? "LUCIFER! please send him back he could be in danger!" - Beelzebub 9 days into the exchange program. So that is also why he didn't want MC to be getting their "weird" smell on Belphi's bed when they had to share a room. Because it's already fading and he doesn't want it to go any faster!

Alsoo speaking about scents... Let's talk about heat/runts and their courting behaviors because omegavers is definitely influenced my life.

So like ever month or so demons go into heat and runts just like how girls get their period. During this they are wanting to breed. They also are very uncomfortable and boiling hot. So of course how does this effect them? So pretty much their scent glads produce a different scent that just says "I'm available please fuck me" this also gives them hard baby fever. You know how like penguins are fighting over baby penguins? THATT. If you were to for what ever reason bring luke anywhere near them they will SMOTHER that poor boy. Because all that they can see is; small thing. Small person. Small child? child?! That's it! PROTECT THAT MF-. They are never nicer to him then when broody.

Let's talk about courting behaviors. Because I refuse to believe that they don't do it. So let's just start off with that courting is a thing to start a relationship. It's flirting but better? So for demons they often do things like giffting them many stuff of their interest traditionally they would give them a dead human or hard to kill monster... Some still do that- looking at you Nobel demons- but like jewelry anything really that their courted would like. It could be stickers! Then we get to the services part. They would do something simple like holding a door open or like helping them with Manuel labor. It doesn't matter but they do acts of service for them. Later on if all is going well you get to scent them. It just yells "their mine fuckers" and then dating. Another thing I refuse to believe they don't do is presenting... Not in the face down, ass up way. But in the wings out, tails out. I'm also you best believe that pride demons are just like peacocks and shake their wings AWWW so cute. Just imagine Lucifer doing this-

More one this, greed demons. Crows or Ravens. Come at me. So they coo at their courted- and later on they nuzzle them MY HEART IS MELTING. IMAGINE MAMMON, a normal thing is for winged is to just puff out their wings and to totally do a mating call. This goes for ALL. Maybe it's not a full on song. (Sometimes it will be) but a little noise that translate to *looks at a book labeled "is your demon horny or just wanting to kill you?" Flipes several pages* wanna fuck?

I will be writing more. And maybe explain better if y'all want more of my weird hadcaonns but enjoy. But if you want more let me know!

[irishmammonagenda]

Asmodeus x Witch!Reader

sorry this was late gng i needed to get in a halloweeny mood, also idk how to write asmo.

dividers by @/fisshbones (gng i love divider people on tumblr theyre so fun)

Headcannons

bro 100% makes a pact with you.

he prolly puts his pact mark either around your collarbone or somewhere else around your neck.

be prepared to hang out with solomon

he will show you off like you're the demon in the pact.

gossip sessions <3

one time he cursed your coven bc they didnt recognise him :(, you had to get him to stop with the pettiness.

will design clothes for you.

You shiver. It was a dumb dare from one of your coven friends, and you were really starting to regret accepting.

The old stone room was dark and damp. A draught from the barely boarded up window seaped into your bones, bringing the cold with it.

The pink candles you had lit around the stone floor flickered softly, providing you with your only light source as you grip the chalk tightly.

A warm, nervous sweat coats the back of your neck and the palms of your hands as you draw out complicated sigils; every so often you glance at the textbook you had stolen borrowed from an ivory haired man with far too much pact marks at the Sorcerer’s Society.

Sticking your tongue out in concentration, you eventually finish the sigils and the summoning circle.

This was it.

Once you started chanting, there was no going back. You knew that, and so, taking a deep breath, adjusting your pointed ceremonial hat so it sat right on your head, and stealing your nerves; you began to read the Latin enchantments from your stolen spellbook.

You passed the Rubicon.

The stony ground began to shake, pink candles danced panickedly, their tempo ever increasing until finally being snuffed out. A strong gush of wind crashed around the edges of the summoning circle as the sigils began to glow a harsh pink.

In a frenzied haze you grabbed onto the window sill, uncaring of your hat that'd blown off your head. You tried to keep your balance.

Squinting your eyes to allow yourself some semblance of vision, you saw a silhouette materialise in the middle of the circle. The eye of the storm.

You shut your eyes in terror, wondering if it was too late to turn to God, and pray it all away.

You were so caught up in the storm of thoughts swirling around your brain that you hadn't noticed the miniature hurricane die down, or the handsome man that stood in the middle of the summoning circle, holding onto your hat with apparent interest.

“Hm.” The entity says to himself, running a delicate finger along the seams of your hat. “Interesting choice of stitching…”

You whimper in fear, his lips curl up, a playful glint in his eye. You take a deep breath, and sigh softly, silently begging your voice not to escape you.

"Lord Asmodeus....Avatar of Lust....I summon thee today to-"

A manicured hand is placed against you lip as Asmodeus inspects you, a flawless brow arched. "What glamour spells are you using?" He hums.

You blank.

"N-none sir..."

"Sir?~" He giggles, "I'm not that old....." He sighs semi-dramtacially, semi-playfully before blinking at you owlishly. "You're serious? No glamour spells? Well aren't you just gorgeous.!~"

You blush, he grins devilishly.

"Y'know....I already have a pact with a handsome sorcerer....I wouldn't mind collecting a pretty witch....." Amber eyes glisten playfully as you splutter.

[months later.]

You squirm as poised hands hold you in place at the vanity, scrunching up your nose like a bunny as you're attacked with a beauty blender. The only demon you'd ever had a pact with was currently beating your face up with a sponge to blend concealor.

He talks excitedly about sparkly eyeshadow as you meet Solomon's eyes and silently ask for help. The ivory-haired man just grins at you, sitting back on the bed and watching as you're attacked on the bed.

Asmo hums softly. "I'm thinking that silver and pink would reallyy make your eyes pop....Oh! and lipgloss! But you can share mine...."

He puckers up. Your face burns up.

Best horrible summoning gone wrong you've ever done.

[meowsgirldrawing]

MC-Mackenzie and Soloman

Just humans casually talking about pacts they've made with demons, nothing new.

Both will also definitely share the same opinions about having a pact with Asmodeus, and just low key glad to have another human around in this crazy world they temporarily reside in.

Also, I just love the idea of MC having pact marks on various parts of their body.

I read a headcannon list once about how some of them would be in places as symbolism for their sin.

Like Lucifer on the chest cause of puffing your chest in pride, or-

I just fucking realized I put Blephie's mark on the neck.

Fuck

:D

[ln-stories]

Leviathan's Mc!

This is the third drawing and headcannons of my mini series with the obey me charachers and their custom mcs. Previously i did Mammon's mc if you want you can check my page. After alot of thought i decided to make Levi's mc next. I'm accepting request for the next characher reccomentations, Ty for reading and enjoy!.

(Apologies for any grammar mistakes.)

Third Leviathan's MC

Warnings: Spoiler alert of the lessons, small swear words.

Heacannons:

This mc (he/him)

Personality: energetic, optimistic, shy sometimes Really Forgetful, aloof, secretly a Weeb, sensitive (very sensitive if someone bully him about his horns. Protect at all costs.)

1)This Mc is a medium size fella not to big not too small. A perfect size with much floof. He always have a pink blush in his face, He doesn't know why XDDD

2)when he arrived at devildom he was the only one that was asleep. When he woke up he was thinking that everything was a dream (bad one since he was seeing demons surrounding him). Poor guy had an existential crisis when he learned that it wasn't a dream.

3)At first he wouldn't get out of his room at all. He was really scared. Lucifer assignmented Levi to guide him in the devildom since this Mc showed a very introverted nature with them. Lucifer also hoped that Levi would find a new friend since he was locked himself in his room. 

4)The first meeting was awkward.. VERY awkward, With Levi repeating calling everyone a normie including the mc. This backfired with a big surprise cuz this mc is secretly a weeb, as one manga comic of an anime series that the mc was watching fell on the floor.

5)After that they has a duel what realm has the better anime and games. The jealousy and tesion was so intence you could cut it with a knife XDDD. They had a big rivalry with eachother proving the superiority of their favourite series and games. (i imagine the MC doing jojo poses and Levi be like "WTF am i watching now???")

6)After the TSL showdown, Mc was really hurt with Leviathan actions, both of them took some time to cool off. Levi admitted that Mc won and decided to make peace with them, earning Leviathan pact. (the pact mark is visible on one of Mc's ears).

7)This mc had many incecurities and it turns out he was bullied alot in RAD. One of Mc's incecurities is that he didn't had any horns compared to other mcs of this series. 

8) Slowly both leaviathan and mc started hanging out exhanging games and anime series that they should try out. They bonded over the colorful characters and funny scenes to the point they turned thing into regular meetings in Levi's room.

9) Both of them failing classess Miserably since they spend alot of time together playing very late at night. They almost had to repeat a year.

10) Leviathan and Mc have a wholesome relationship mostly, thought sometimes Levi jealousy and incecurities gets in the way.

11) Levi and Mc had alot of deep talks with their gaming sessions. Levi always remembered that they were incecure about not having horn like the others. Sooo Levi decided to do something about it.

12) Since Levi is a premium member of Akuzon... He decided to buy secret magic horns for the mc as a token of appreciation for all the good times they had so far. (The mc loved them and wore them everyday, the bullies got real quiet after that XDD). Also gifts are also an often thing that Levi does to mc, whitch include manga and special limited stuff.

13) After some time Levi and Mc are inseparable, either they are hanging out to levi room, or Mc's room. Not anywhere near outdoors. (only on events with the others, otherwise outside? Big no)

14) Levi is getting jealous alot when the Mc is hanging out with someone else other than him. Overthinking alot that the mc doesn't care for him anymore. (whitch is not true). Well he is the avatar of envy, its literally his first nature.. 

15) Sometimes his jealous issues are getting severe alot sometimes he doesn't act upon them, sometimes he does.. and when it does he doesn't let mc out of his room, making excuses for "cmon one more episode mcccc pleaseee! It's about to get good!!".

16) The mc is guarding Levi rooms at times whenever he away so that Mammon doesn't steal stuff or money. One time Mammon tried to steal a limited edition ruri-chan figuring and it didn't end well for Mammon since Mammon's mc will drag his ass away and apologize for him to the mc and Levi.

17) Mammon's mc and Leaviathan's mc have a very wholesome bond. Kind of like a wholesome sibling bond. Whitch is soo cuteee.

18) Sometimes the mc with levi will play online with the angels luke and simeon. Lets say we all know who wins those online games XDDD. (poor luke and simeon RIP)

19)This mc is very forgetful sometimes, when events are coming up, Levi is always making sure to remind them and ask them if they wanna go together. (sooo wholesome and shyy)

20) After RAD ended The mc didn't wanna return to the human realm, He got too attached to the devildom. He visits the human realm from time to time but he usually likes to stay at the devildom with his favourite person Levi. He made connections with the others as well. (closest friendships Mammon, Levi, simeon, luke and Mammon's mc)

Thank you for reading! i'm accepting requests for the next characher and the custom mc. Have a nice day!

[endlessraine]

Nameless ghoul head cannons no one asked for

Dewdrop is nothing like his on stage personality, no one knows why he chose to be like that but he’s actually very quite and reserved.

Dewdrop had like a shit tone of scars, Rain too, like they're the type of people to have a giant cut on their arm and be like “I have 0 fucking clue where that came from”

Rain goes mute when he’s overwhelmed/anxious, so there have been times on your when the ghouls will notice Rain isn’t talking so they do a ghoul pile to try and help soothe his nerves.

Rain also has sensory issues so he had to have his uniform altered so he could wear it without wanting to rip it off.

Dewdrop also has sensory issues but more when it comes to food, he's very picky about what he eats, a lot of the time when he won't eat something it's because of the texture not the taste.

RAIN ALSO HAS A WEIGHTED BLANKET AND WILL NOT SLEEP WITHOUT IT

Mountain has issues with his joints because of his hight, the other ghouls do a vote every morning on if Mountain is gonna come down to the common room himself or if someone’s gonna have to help the poor guy down the stairs.

Mountain grows weed, self explanatory

Aether likes hanging out around Copias office to make sure he doesn’t over work and burn himself out, there has been a few times where he found Copia asleep at his desk so he carried him to bed.

Aether is a morning person, mfs up as soon as the sun starts to rise

Swiss is an amazing cook, the first time he made food for everyone they were genuinely shocked that he didn’t burn the ministry down.

Also that man can and will dance and and everywhere to any song, he just likes to grove

Sunshine is very self conscious about joining the band late, but all the other ghouls try to make sure she feels welcome:)

She has poor impulses control and will just do or say anything she thinks of consequences be damned

Cirrus loves baking, she makes pies around the holidays and is ALWAYS the one to make “birthday” cakes(I’ll get into why i have birthday in quotations)

She also really likes flower language, she’ll get flowers from mountains garden and gift them to other ghouls and explain the meaning behind them, all the ghouls have kept every single one.

Cumulus really enjoys painting, she could do it for hours, the walls of her room are covered in paintings she made, it’s pretty common to find her sitting in a chair, covered in paint happily working on a painting without a care in the world

She is like the mom of the group, besides Copia she is usually the one that plans hang outs, brings food ect when they all go out and she always keeps some extra cash on her just in case.

Ghouls don’t have birthdays once summoned to earth, their “birthdays” are their summoning day, they chose to do this because non of them have very good memories from being in hell so this helps them separate it well still being able to celebrate someone:)

Ghouls are people who died and went to hell, once their they decided to serve for Satan, becoming ghouls, so all the ghouls have little marks or “tattoos” representing how they died it usually has somthing to do with their element.

Ghouls are supposed to be in some sort of pact, isolating a ghoul could quite literally lead to them dying.

They can all speak ghoulish

Newly summoned or younger ghouls won’t talk to higher ups or humans in general, usually resorting to sign language or writing on paper

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BG3 Act 1 - The First Day

Figured I'd put some of my playthrough notes / headcannons / GaleFram / basically sitcom scripts out here for anyone interested. I also added several screenshots because the game is pretty.

See this post for the Pre-BG3 Tav backstory. (Minus 10 years in the Feywilds & 5 in Baldur's Gate which Wolfram tells the companions about as the game progresses. Please look forward to it! 😂)

Here's the Carrd (Better Organized)

This includes story stuff so don't read if you haven't played the game yet!

The Nautiloid

After ten years of serving his patron in the Feywild, Wolfram returned to the mortal realm. He gave up his powers after an argument with the archfey for deceiving him. He's been living in Baldur's Gate for the past five years. One day he wakes up aboard the Mindflayer ship with no recollection of how he got there.

Wolfram is trapped in the pod and calls out to his former patron in desperation. He apologizes for how he spoke to her at the end and says that her deception was his own fault for not being clever enough to ask more specific questions when creating the pact. He says he realized she was just trying to protect him a while ago but had let his pride get in the way of making amends.

The archfey tells him she'd never severed their connection because she knew he'd calm down eventually - she merely cut off the flow of power. She's glad he's come to his senses in time. Of course, she will help him escape but would like his aid with something as well.

Fey are being captured, tortured, and killed. Somewhere nearby. She wants him to find the cause and stop it. His patron will honor the initial pact and in exchange for her power, he will defend nature and fey kind from any threats. The 10-year term had been met so now he has more autonomy but she may have the occasional specific request. The worm has done something to him and it will take a bit of time for her to bestow all of his old powers to him. He accepts and thanks her. As the power surges into him she says she'll check on him when she can.

He blasts himself out of the pod, unable to stifle a giggle as he realizes how much he has missed his warlock abilities. He finds a longsword on the floor - which he uses to pry open the few remaining pods. Unfortunately, he doesn't find any survivors.

Wolfram goes into the next room and explores a bit, hoping to get his bearings on the alien ship. He curiously pokes at the creepy talking brain and then cringes, stabbing it repeatedly. 😂

He meets Lae'zel and thinks she’s abrasive, but chalks it up to being from a very closed culture. He lets the rudeness slide, happy to have help in the escape from someone who seems to understand these ships.

He insists on rescuing Shadowheart despite the Gith’s protests. He easily opens the pod with magic. She’s grateful and he introduces himself, saying he was happy to help, while giving Lae’zel a pointed look. Shadowheart gets something out of the pod but he puts off his curiosity about the artifact for later.

They continue on to the helm and escape the ship. He wakes up on the beach the next day and quickly finds Shadowheart. They decide to search the area for a healer.

Introductions and Meet-cute

He and Shadowheart sneak up on the intellect devourers and push them into the fire of the wreckage. Wolfram cheers as the brains shrivel up in the flames and Shadowheart quirks a brow at this oddly cheerful man - fighting an amused smile.

They come across a very pale elf shouting for help. Wolfram offers to aid Astarion. He sees the boar but is too slow and the rogue gets a blade on him. The warlock calmly motions to Shadowheart to not attack and talks Astarion down, saying he won't hold it against him. They're all a bit anxious after the ordeal. Wolfram notices the teeth marks and red eyes but he has read books on vampires and even met a few so he second-guesses his instinct since Astarion is in the sun.

They come across some swirling energy against a rock. Wolfram hears someone shouting for help from inside. He focuses on stabilizing the arcane energy and then pulls a man out of the portal, falling backward onto the ground. Gale falls on top of him. They look each other in the eyes. The warlock smiles “Hello there, handsome.” The wizard is a bit flustered “My apologies!” Wolfram points at Astarion and smirks “It’s alright. The last guy pulled a knife on me.” Gale looks around to see the others. Shadowheart standing with arms crossed and brow furrowed, holding in a chuckle. Astarion gestures to the mages on the ground “Well darling, if I’d known *this* was an option…” Wolfram laughs. Gale gets to his feet, muttering while dusting himself off “That was certainly not the softest of landings…” The warlock chuckles “I beg your pardon. Alas, all of my cushioning is gone after years of pulling random wizards from boulders.”

Gale laughs then extends a hand “Hello, I’m Gale of Waterdeep. Apologies, I’m usually better at this.” Wolfram snorts and shakes his hand “Better at introductions? I should hope so.” Gale chuckles “At magic…do I know you?” Wolf shrugs “I’m Wolfram of Sen - uh - of Baldur’s Gate? I’m quite certain we haven’t met before. I’d remember you.” Gale ponders “OH! I know! You were on the nautiloid as well!” The warlock eyes the stone “Nevermind the Nautiloid - how’d you end up in that blasted thing?” Gale starts explaining animatedly as if trying to entertain them. The rest of the party’s eyes glaze over but Wolfram just listens with an amused smile. “I don’t know what transpired exactly, but the ship broke into pieces and I suddenly found myself in freefall. As I was plummeting to certain death, I spied a glimmer quite near where I estimated my body to impact with less-than-savory propulsion. Recognizing this glimmer to be magical in nature, I reached out to it with a Weaving of words and found myself on the other side as it were.” Wolfram smirks “Ah, so in other words - a spell gone wrong. I’m glad we found you when we did.” He gestures to Shadowheart “Shadowheart and I escaped the Nautilid together and woke up on the beach. Not sure how we survived to be honest. There was another with us but we lost her after the crash.” He gestures to Astarion “And he -” Astarion scoffs “Oh you can leave me out of the introductions.” Wolfram smiles sweetly and points down the road. “Well then make yourself useful and go see if those goblins have anything good.” Astarion rolls his eyes but begins looting the corpses as the others walk slowly in the other direction.

He and Gale talk about the tadpoles and what may be done about them. When asking about a cleric ("uncannily adroit with a knitting needle?") Wolfram smugly states “Well, I am quite good with a needle, but otherwise I’m more adept at hurting than healing.” He points to Shadowheart “This lass is our best bet. She's a very talented cleric.” Shadowheart unamused “Lass? I’d warrant I have a few years on you full humans… and this is beyond most healers' expertise.” Wolfram winces “Just my way of speaking from living in - Aye, I’ll try to correct it.” He nods respectfully.

Gale smiles hopefully “So Wolfram, as you seem to be the leader of this party - How about we lend each other a helping hand once more and look for a healer together?” The warlock nods “Oh… I suppose I am? We’d be happy to have you join us.” Shadowheart shrugs “The more the merrier to deal with these little monsters in our heads.” Astarion groans audibly while catching up to them with a pack of new weapons. Gale smiles “Most excellent! A parasite shared is a parasite halved… Or something to that effect.” Wolfram snorts “That’s one way to look at it.” Gale stops walking and faces him “Oh! But before you think you’re about to embark on a journey with most ill-mannered a man: thank you for pulling me out of that stone. It was an act of foresighted kindness I assure you, for I have the feeling ample opportunities will present themselves for me to return the favor.” Wolfram winks “Oh I certainly hope so.” Gale confused. "I assure you I am most practiced in the arcane arts and pledge to make myself useful in combat." The warlock gives an awkward thumbs up and giggles then starts walking along the path. He mutters to himself to get it together, damned fey magics.

They continue on. Shadowheart listens quietly as Wolfram and Gale talk. Astarion follows at a distance, sticking to the shadows. Gale asks “You’re not versed in magic, are you?” The warlock looks uneasy “...Why do you ask?” Gale eyes the large sword on his back “Oh, I *do* apologize. I meant to ask: are you *studied* in magic? Which you are not." Wolfram smirks and nods “Indeed, I am not studied.” Gale continues "If you meet any elder wizards, let me know. There is a matter I’d like to seek advice on from a master.” Wolfram eyes him wearily “Well… I’m not close with any wizards exactly - but I am friends with a few powerful magic users. Those that live in this realm are in Baldur’s Gate though… which I have a feeling is quite the journey from here. Wherever here is.” Gale is confused but intrigued “In *this realm*?” The warlock smiles awkwardly and starts ranting about how pretty the trees are.

They find Lae’zel in a cage with two Tieflings arguing over what to do with her. Wolfram convinces the Tieflings he'll take care of Lae'zel and they should get to safety. After they leave he teasingly tells her to ask nicely to get her down. She responds with violence and he rolls his eyes and shoots her down. Shadowheart is upset and says they can't trust her. Gale says he's not met any Gith and would be happy to learn more about them. Astarion says this is all very dull but at the very least he must mention that she shouldn't be seen around these parts for a while because the next time she won't be so lucky. Lae’zel says she could defeat any of these ‘teeth-lings’ in combat. Wolfram says it's a shame she wants to explore with them because she's clearly the only one experienced enough to find an easily defensible campsite in case the Tieflings return. The others are impressed he was able to convince her to go find a patch of dirt to guard.

They take a short break. Wolfram goes off into the forest for a bit then returns, saying there is a place up ahead worth checking out.

The Ruins

They continue on to some ruins. Wolfram convinces the bandits at the entrance to leave. Gale Is impressed again "You certainly have a way with words." The warlock winks "I have been told I've got a good tongue." Gale scoffs “I believe the term is ‘silver tongue’” Wolfram shrugs “Yeah, that too.” Astarion amused, mutters "Someone thinks highly of themselves." Shadowheart chuckles "Wolfram, your charms will serve us well, but please let us focus on the task at hand." Wolf nods to Shadowheart. "Aye, sorry. I’m a bit out of sorts still. Anyroad, words won't be enough once we're in here. My friend just said there are about 10 more of them in the ruins. We'll likely need to fight. Shadowheart frowns in confusion "Your friend?" Wolfram beams "Felicia. I sense that she's very trustworthy." He points to the boar who has been following them from a distance since the cliffs "Alright my dear, thank you for showing me. As you make your way back to your family please do stay clear of that wreckage." Gale eyes him with an amused grin. Felicia grunts and runs off before Astarion can shoot her. Wolfram glares “Oy! Don’t kill her! She just helped us.” Astarion pouts. Shadowheart asks "Oh? Are they a druid?" The warlock chuckles. "No, just a normal boar. I make a habit of talking to everyone I come across. You never know who has good information. Now - let's see if I can talk our way in here.”

After Wolfram works his charms, the bandit guard opens the door to the unexpected guests. Gale manages to put the guard to sleep as he starts to shout for his friends. Wolfram gives an approving nod to the wizard, impressed. They position themselves in the shadows. Shadowheart and Astarion stand close to the next door. Gale stands back and Wolfram follows him. He eyes him with confusion "Surely this is too far back. Or do you plan to throw your sword?" Wolfram laughs "Ah, that's a bit of a last resort." He pauses then says, hesitantly. "I'm a warlock." Gale frowns in disappointment "Oh..." He recovers quickly and smiles "Well that's alright I suppose. You did get us in here. I don't mind doing the brunt of the spell work." Wolfram mocks gratitude "Oh well thank you so much! It's nice to have a proper magic user around." His hands crackle red with energy then he winks and hits the door with a powerful Eldritch blast, knocking it off the hinges and crushing two bandits under it.

After the bandits are defeated (and looted) they make their way to the dank crypt. Shadowheart notices the statue and says it's amusing that Jergal is here. Gale is curious about what information the scribes had that was worth killing over. As they're looting Astarion finds a book and unlocks it then sees the cover "Dead Gods? Sounds awfully boring." He sets it aside. Wolfram picks it up and thumbs through it, curious why some names are scratched out. He hands it to Gale who says maybe the book is why the scribes were killed. Whoever scratched out the names was clearly trying to hide something. Wolfram agrees. They look around the statue. Wolf notices a button and Astarion argues with him over who should get to push it. Gale inspects the device and the wall it's on and concludes that it likely opens a hidden door. Shadowheart says a secret room is likely trapped. Wolfram draws his blade and stands in front of the door while Astarion presses the button. The dead scribes rise and start towards them.

After defeating the undead they go into the room and meet Withers. They’re all a bit surprised with the talking skeleton, but it’s not the strangest thing that’s happened to them recently so they roll with it. Withers asks Wolfram what the value of one mortal life is. The warlock takes a moment to think as the others debate among themselves. Astarion scoffs and says the only life he cares about is his own. Anyone who says otherwise is an idealistic fool. Shadowheart says a life's worth should be measured in their devotion. What they're willing to do to remove the suffering of others. Gale says every life is precious in its own way. Full of potential…for good or ill - hopefully good.

Wolfram listens to them, smiling at Gale’s answer. He turns back to Withers and says, hesitantly "I suppose that depends on the person. Everyone approaches their life goals differently and therefore have a unique effect on the world around them. Ideally, the intentions behind their actions are judged along with the result. I’m certainly counting on that." Withers is satisfied with the answer and then cryptically says he'll see them again at the appropriate time and place.

They leave the tomb a bit confused… but they find an amulet that lets them speak to the dead so that's cool.

They return to Lae'zel at camp (She set it up in an open area near a stream). Wolfram thanks her for picking such an easily defensible position. He knew he could count on her. She scoffs and says she needs no thanks - but hopes they found some food.

As Wolfram is stacking wood for a fire Withers shows up and says he'll be there at camp to aid them. They're all a bit weary but he seems powerful so better to have him as an ally.

The First Night at Camp

Party Banter

Shadowheart: I'm a tad surprised you change into more comfortable garb at camp, Lae'zel. You strike me as the 'sleeps in her armor' type.

Lae'zel: It would cause too much noise during my nighttime…exertions. I do not wish to alert foes of our location.

Shadowheart: Nightime exertions… oh! I see. Well, considerate of you I suppose.

Wolfram: Who were you planning to uh… exert with?

Lae'zel: Whoever I wish, Wolf-rum.

Astarion: (giggles) I think you'll find a bit more effort is required to secure a partner around these parts…only a bit.

Gale: I'm surprised you're allowed to choose a partner outside your own people.

Lae'zel: We are to use and misuse every civilization in the stars in every way we know. I do not conquer by blade alone, Gale.

Gale: I can't imagine mother Gith would approve. Doesn't she prefer us lesser species enslaved? Or eviscerated?

Lae'zel: T’chk! And with that comment - this topic no longer concerns you.

Wolfram: (chuckles) What a shame, Gale. I hope you're not too heartbroken.

Lae'zel: What is this talk of breaking hearts? The wizard is still useful - I merely do not wish to lay with him. There is no cause to fear for his life.

Gale: Ah, well that's quite kind of you! Thank you for your mercy…on both counts.

The group is eating some fruit and dried meats they’d stolen from the bandits. (Astarion is just pretending to eat.) Lae’zel is sharpening her sword while chewing. Shadowheart asks Wolfram what he’d been doing before all this. He throws an apple core into the forest and then answers “I was a cook in Baldur’s Gate. Had my own place. Just a little 10-seater but I got by. A nice simple life. I'm eager to get back to it.” Gale laughs. Wolfram looks at him with a confused expression. Gale is surprised ‘Oh! You were serious? You don't seem the type.” Shadowheart frowns “After seeing you fight I must admit that’s a shock to me as well.” He shrugs “I’m full of surprises.” 

Shadowheart nods "Well it's quite the coincidence. I need to return there as well." Astarion looks at them with interest but says nothing. Wolfram asks Shadowheart if she has business there or is a resident. She says it's a bit of both but would rather say no more. It's a…sensitive matter. Gale nods then picks a scroll out of his pack and starts reading. The warlock holds up his hands saying he’s not the type to pry. 

Wolfram smiles "Perhaps once we have a cure we could travel there together?” Shadowheart nods "I don't see why not, Wolfram. You've proven yourself to be very helpful so far." He chuckles "Well, I'll take that as a compliment." She smirks "Perhaps it was." Lae'zel scoffs "You Fae-run denizens and your subtle courtship rituals. It's unnecessarily complicated." Wolfram and Shadowheart object at the same time. Shadowheart scolds "People can simply be friendly. Though I doubt you know the meaning of the word." The warlock scoffs smugly "I assure you I'm anything but subtle in my 'courtship'." Astarion giggles "I'll say, Wolfram. Your flirtations are completely artless. It's embarrassing really." The elf glances at Gale who is still intensely focused on reading a Ray of Sickness scroll they found. Wolf follows Astarion's eyes to Gale then shrugs "We’re in mortal peril, so why bother being subtle?"

Wolfram smiles awkwardly at Gale "How about you, handsome? What will you do after all of this is over." Gale keeps reading. Shadowheart and Astarion chuckle. Lae'zel scoffs and goes back to sharpening her blade. Wolf nudges Gale, who looks genuinely surprised as he sets down the scroll "Yes? Apologies, it's been some time since I learned that one. Quite an engaging read. I was miles away. How can I help you?" Wolfram smirks "I was asking what you plan to do once we've been healed." Gale's face falls briefly "Oh…" but a smile quickly returns "Well Wolfram, I suppose in a perfect world I'd return to Waterdeep. Back to my tower - surrounded by old tomes and having collected new tales to entertain my assistant." The warlock senses Gale is hiding something, but smiles "That sounds nice."

In time the sun sets and they all go to their tents. Wolfram goes to talk to Astarion. The elf complains about having to rough it outdoors. Wolf tries to reassure him and says it’s not so bad. Astarion frowns “It sounds like he’s done it before.” The warlock nods “Quite a bit. This is nothing compared to the time I managed to get some shuteye in a bog surrounded by will-o-wisp. …Although the normally peaceful forest with a satyr party raging outside my tent was its brand of challenging.” Astarion impressed “Oh my…how did you manage to rest during *that*?” Wolfram looks off dreamily “Oh I didn’t, not a wink. I failed miserably.” Astarion laughs “Well well! Our hero seems to have quite the past.” Wolf laughs “I’m no hero, but as for a past… I suspect we all do, right?” Astarion becomes guarded, furrowing his brow and crossing his arms. Wolfram smiles reassuringly “All I’m trying to say is that this place isn’t so bad. You’ll be fine.” Astarion's frown lifts a bit “Oh, alright. I suppose it’s only until we get these worms out of our heads. Then I'll find a decent inn with silk sheets and a nice drink.” The warlock nods “That does sound more comfortable. Well, good evening to you.” Wolfram walks off, muttering “What I wouldn’t give for a proper bath right now. Ilithids are nasty.” 

He talks with Shadowheart and asks how she’s feeling about the worm. She says there’s no point thinking about it. They need action. He nods and says that’s fair. They’ll continue looking first thing in the morning. She tries to warn him to be wary of Gale. Wolfram looks over at the mage pacing by the fire and smiles warmly “Aye, wizards may have a reputation…but who doesn't go a bit mad with power from time to time? I’ve a good feeling about this one.” Shadowheart shakes her head in disapproval as he walks away and mumbles “Lady guide me. Is there a reasonable one in this bunch?”

Wolfram talks to Lae’zel. She says they need to find a creche. She thinks one of the teeth-lings has seen her people. He asks if they'll be safe among them. She says they will so long as she's with them.

He goes over to Gale. (‘Go to Hell’ scene.) The warlock smirks "Good evening to you too." Gale chuckles “You’re a good sport.” The wizard is contemplative about the day's events. Wolfram stands next to him and looks into the fire. “I understand. We’ve been through a lot in a short time... and it's a scary situation we’ve found ourselves in. I’m trying to focus on other thoughts.” Gale nods “I must say - you seem more serious than earlier.” Wolf smiles awkwardly “Ah… well aboard the ship I was… under the influence of something that improves my mood.” Gale smirks “I won’t judge. I’ll confess I’d enjoyed the occasional recreational potion in my youth.” Wolfram laughs “I wasn’t high, Gale! Well, not under the effect of a potion anyroad.” Gale grins “Well, I’m pleased to see you taking things seriously now. Perhaps fewer attempts at humor? I have that domain covered.” The warlock chuckles “You certainly do, but I’ll have you know going forward I do tend to laugh in the face of danger. Rest assured I still take every fight seriously.”

Gale smiles, a bit more relaxed. Wolfram jokes around but is ultimately comforting. He offers Gale a drink to calm his nerves. Gale takes a sip of the liquor “I suppose this is one way to handle the situation we've found ourselves in. Alas, I have no books. A good read and a glass of wine do wonders for my constitution.” The warlock roots around in his bag and hands him two books he’d found in the ruins. “I guess I can share.” Gale is surprised “You looted them?” Wolfram shrugs “Of course. Some dusty tomes in an ancient ruin. How could I resist?” Gale smiles warmly “I seem to have judged you incorrectly. A fair few times today.” Wolf shrugs “In all honesty I’d expected it. You’re not the first wizard I’ve known.” He chuckles “A recent customer was quite possibly the most arrogant person I'd ever met. I suspect I won't need to cut you off and throw you out onto the street too?” Gale scoffs confidently “I’d like to see you try. Besides, I'm sure you're aware we're not all the same. I, for instance, am exceptionally humble despite my many impressive accomplishments.” Wolfram chuckles at Gale's smug expression then winks "I'm just teasing you. How about this, handsome - you keep an open mind and I’ll do the same?” Gale looks confused, more by the nickname than the proposition. He recovers and smiles apologetically “That sounds like a most excellent idea.”

After making the rounds, Wolfram returns to his tent. Despite his exhaustion, he can't sleep. He tries to think of home... his cozy apartment, the little bar and its odd clientele, the street urchins that may be going hungry without him to dole out scraps at closing time, the contracts he'll miss out on in his absence - likely to go to some bloodthirsty Guild member without care for casualties... Unfortunately, the only image that seems to stick is one of tentacles breaking through his skull. How will he lead this group of misfits amid his rising panic? How will he keep up his calm facade? A restless night of tossing and turning won't help, but that seems to be what's in store for him.

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