#and solomon is a white haired dude

[impish-ivy]

HEY YO the people have to know, what is your favourite thing about solomon

its me im the people

Omg Hiii Starr!! Thank you so much for the ask! I’ll take any and every chance to gush about Solomon. I don’t if you intended to but your ask rhymes and I love that! <3

Onto your answer, Starr

*cracks knuckles*

There’s a lot to love about Solomon. He has tons of good qualities and his place in the overall plot of ObeyMe is solid. He’s well written and he’s the perfect example of how to write a powerful character. Which could be its own post tbh.

But the reason I like Solomon so much?

He’s absolutely devoted to MC.

Ya know those husbands in fiction that love their wives so much it’s cheesy Yeah that’s literally Solomon.

Loyalty is a very attractive trait in general but especially in romantic partners. This man was ok with the 3 realms being completely destroyed because he cares about MC that much.

Severing MC’s pacts by killing Lucifer would upset them and the mere thought of them hating him has stopped him from considering it all together. Killing MC isn’t an option anyone considers including Solomon.

Ya know, Mister “protector of humanity”? Dude was willing to let the human realm be destroyed for his crush.

This is around the time that I fell for this man and I fell hard. The first time I saw his blush sprite it was over for me. Hard to imagine now but I wasn’t always a Solobestie. Another white haired man had my heart, which honestly makes their lil rivalry hilarious.

Obviously the other characters are loyal to MC as well but Solomon’s loyalty feels different.

I love Solomon so much that he’s changed my worldview. I love humans infinitely more than I ever have because of him. He’ll always be important to me.

[luci-is-a-bitch-x3x]

Obey Me! Solomon, Simeon & A Platonic Luke! with a Goth MC! : basically my thoughts on what their reactions would be, how they would handle having a goth partner, ext.

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Welcome! to another part of this adventure! The characters may not be how you imagine! I apologize for any poor jokes, bad spelling, and terrible grammar. Without further ado, please enjoy the content. ♡

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Goth MC! who does the make up, the white foundation the "crazy" eyeliner, the black/grey or dark color eyeshadow and blush. Classic black or red lipstick with matching nail polish on the Mc's fingers. The saggy looking hair that matches the make up, oh so well. Goth MC! Who has the unkept look, but at second glance you can tell their well kept. At least to some extent. The Mc has raggy, ripped looking outfit but upon closer inspection its clear the outfit is perfectly kept up with. Goth MC! Who has an over extent looking outfit, looking like rags on rags, and the Mc has a dead looking apperance appearing to have risen from the grave. Almost the perfect example of a goth baddie. How will they react?

Solomon

When Solomon first meets Goth MC he is intrigued, he'll raise his eyebrows at them and give them a smirk. Solomon knows that Mc is Goth from the second he sees them. He's a human & he's an old ass bitch. He knows a lot dudes. Solomon would hold all his teasing until he was a little closer to Mc. Knowing that Goth Mc may be sensitive to whats said to them, he doesn't want to have them hating him before he even has a chance to know them.

Solomon won't out right say it but he's def into the goth look. Solomon will for sure say something like- "You look perfectly dead today MC." To Goth Mc just to tease them. He really means that Mc looks gorgeous, but don't worry Solomon is sure to say this as well- "You look drop dead gorgeous today Mc." He just finds it so entertaining to poke fun at Goth Mc's gothness while also complimenting them.

Dating Solomon is playful. Solomon is always teasing Goth Mc, whenever he gets the chance. Mc and Solomon are walking around at night and they see a bat flying around? "Look Mc! It's you!! *pointing at the bat with that stupid grin of his*" Now Solomon may tease Mc like crazy, but if he notices someone making MC uncomfortable or notices Mc actually getting upset by someone else's teasing he will gladly step in. He has all kinds of ways to get somebody to leave MC alone. He is the shady wizard after all. But Solomon will let someone tease Mc as long as Mc's cool with it. Solomon may find what the person says to be funny and he may even use it to tease Mc later on.

Solomon will happily indulge in Mc's goth antics. Mc wants to go to a concert but he might not like the music? He can use magic to drown it out, as long as he's with Mc he'll stand there with a smile on his face. Mc wants to go see a scary movie or go to a haunted house? He'll go with them, but if Mc jumps at all, they should prepare for a years worth of teasing from Solomon. Honestly he'll never drop it. "Mc! Do you remember when we went to that haunted house? That ghost on a stick popped out and you jumped like 10ft in the air!! You should have seen you're face!" Old man is cackling. Rolling on the floor cry laughing at the memory.

Receiving gifts from Solomon is always interesting. He either gives something to Goth Mc as a joke, or he'll have a really thought out gift that he gives while teasing them. Gifts from Solomon range in all different ways. Mc misses firework shows in the human world? Solomon just so happens to have a spell that looks very similar to a firework show. Why are the colors dark and fitting to Mc's goth aesthetic? "Everything I do isn't meant to fit you're aesthetic Mc. Its just dark colors, you're such an Edge Lord" don't let the old man fool you, he absolutely did it specifically for you. He just wants to see his adorable apprentice happy. He will gladly theme and make everything dark colors just to see Goth Mc smile.

Simeon

When Simeon first meets Goth Mc he thinks its a facade. Although Simeon thinks Goth looks adorable on Mc, he can tell that under that dark attire is an "angel". Mc can do no wrong in this mans head. Their just a human who needs some guidance. Simeon doesnt find Goth Mc to be scary or offputting. The complete opposite actually, Simeon sees this human who wants others to find them a certain way so that nobody approaches them. But Simeon can see Mc's bright soul, how can he choose to not approach such a lovely person?

Simeon is very intrested to learn about Goth from Mc. He loves to understand more about humans, and talking to Mc is a bonus! Simeon is a charming chill angel, if he doesn't like something that Mc does, Mc would never know. Simeon loves all that Mc does tho, perfect little human in his mind. Simeon is happy to listen to Mc's music choice or "help" Mc find Goth attire in Devildom. Mans just got to the Devildom himself. He doesnt know goth the best, even after Mc explains it to him, so he'll pick some dark colored clothes up and- "Mc is this Goth? Whatever it is to would look good on you!" He's trying his best please be patient he might eventually catch on.

Dating Simeon is like how opposites attract. A Goth Mc who doesnt smile a lot and is usually wearing all black? A perfect fit for the smiling angel who is usually wearing white! Simeon will particapte in Goth Mc's interest but its more of im doing this because the person i care about likes it type of thing. Its not that he dislikes their interest they just aren't his choice of activities. Thats not to say he won't have fun doing these activites with Mc. Seeing Mc's smile makes everything worth it. If Mc and Simeon watch do something that offputs Simeon slightly, he may take a day or two before agreeing to partcipate in the activity again. But he suprisling handles all of the activites well for an angel. He always has that charming smile on his face, for example even while watching a horror movie. Hes just happy to be hanging out with Mc!

Simeon's favorite activitys would be writing short stories with Goth Mc. Yes, Mc's stories are much darker than his. He loves reading their ideas and stories! "Mc this is amazing! I was on the edge of my seat while reading it! You should consider writing a book!" Simeon means it. Write a book Mc, he'll buy all the copies. He also enjoys doing poetry with Mc. Their poetry may be very different but he loves hearing Mc's dark poems. The ones that are dark and sad but still somehow a love poem always make Simeons heart flutter! Simeon also really enjoys doing pumpkin carving with Goth Mc. It doesn't even have to be close to halloween, he just loves the domestic feel it gives. Bonus when Luke joins and it makes him feel like a family carving pumpkins. Simeon can carve pumpkins rather well, but its not the showing off he likes, I just feel like he likes pumpkins. He thinks their cute man, have you ever seen a tiny pumpkin? Adorable.

Simeon is really sweet when it comes to gift giving, but some gifts can seem useless. "Mc! I saw this itty bitty pumpkin! It looked so cute i just had to buy it for you! *holding out a tiny pumpkin with that loveable smile*" Cute Simeon, but the pumpkin will rot unless Mc figures out how to use magic to keep it from going bad. Simeon will get Goth Mc all kinds of gifts. From tiny pumpkins to goth accessories to a random drink because it had a cute ghost on it. Everything makes him think of Mc, and he loves seeing Mc smile, so he doesn't mind buying the gifts! Simeon's also the type to add a little post it note or sonething with a little goth doodle for mc when he gives these gifts. Mc! You better save those! Sometimes its just a little bat doodle other times its a cool but scary looking castle doodle, stuff like that. Little ways to show that he cares and that he's thinking of the goth human.

Luke (platonic)

When Luke first sees Goth Mc, he defiently freaks out. Not in a good way. "What the?!?! I thought Mc was supposed to be a human?!? Did the demons already make Mc a demon??!?" Calm the smol angel down and explain that its just how Mc wants to look. Luke does not understand and will take either a lot of explaining or some time to adjust. Luke probably treats Goth Mc almost similar to how he is with demons at first. Lots of scoldings from Simeon, and Mc standing up for him a few times and the young angel will be besties with Goth Mc!

Now Luke may not understand why Goth Mc dresses the way that they do, Luke will still not tease them for their appearance. He even stands up for Mc when someone else teases them! "Don't talk to Mc like that y-you demon!!" Now Mc has to stand up for Luke and beat up some demons because the demons are calling Luke a Chihuahua. He may be one but leave the poor child alone. Together Mc and Luke will defeat all the bullies! Friendship power! Or something cringe like that.

Being Best Friends with Luke is interesting... lets be honest, Luke can not do scary stuff. But he'll try and be brave and go into the haunted house with Mc. "I'm an angel Mc! I can't just let you go in there alone! I have to protect you!!" Very sweet of him, but Mc will spend most of the time protecting Luke. They hold hands and Luke will cower behind Mc at any jumpscare. Dont point it out or you'll have an angry embarassed puppy. For horror movies, in game Luke always seems to be trying to watch them and then getting scared and having nightmares. So Goth Mc has to choose very light scary movies, the ones that are barely scary. Luke will still get scared, so Mc and him always have a sleepover after watching scary movies. When Luke wakes up in the middle of the night scared from a nightmare, Mc's there to comfort him. Goth Mc will gladly fight ghosts for you Luke!

Luke loves baking or making sweets! So Goth Mc and Luke are the Halloween sweets masters! Sorry Barbs move over, Luke's the baking master now. Luke makes the cutest Halloween sweets! Mc has never seen such a cute cupcake! Luke makes all scary things look cute on his sweets. A zombie? Now its an adorable zombie! Who'd be scared of that? Luke, Luke would. Please refrain from pushing the cupcake towards him and saying "boo!" Luke also loves pumpkin carving. Or making food out of the pumpkins! Luke's carved pumpkin is always adorable, its usually just a silly face but sometimes he goes for a more intricate design! Luke's pumpkin food is the best! And he almost always gives the first taste testing to his best friend, Goth Mc. "Mc! I made this new pumpkin tart! Here!! I wanted you to be the first to try it!! Tell me what you think!" Goth Mc and Luke being besties would be so cute, change my mind.

Receiving gifts from Luke is adorable and sweet. Luke gives Goth Mc all the spooky/Goth sweets he bakes or finds. He'll give Mc goth stuff as long as its cute. Oh a bat plushie on a keychain? "How adorable!! Mc would love this!" He immediately gets two. What? The bats cute! And who doesn't want to match with their best friend?

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Thats all for now babes! Sorry this took so long! I struggled doing Solomon's part, nonetheless I hope you enjoyed!! ♡ This is not proofread. Feel free to comment or reblog any thoughts or any add ons you have! More stuff will be coming soon! So stay tuned! Stay safe! & Stay cool! ‹𝟹

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⟡˙⋆Masterlist⋆˙⟡

[kimikitti]

School's been kicking my butt. and it doesn't help that i have fallen down another rabbit hole involving a gacha game about a harem of demons. Gosh, IDK why i like this game, the character design makes me want to cringe. Here are a bunch of doods of my favorite lads so far. Satan (white haired guy) - he's a lad, the best of bros. He just met the mc and is ready to just ride or die for you. 10/10

Sitiri (blue haired dude)- most delusional, if satan is ready to ride or die for you, Sitiri will look you in the eye while calling you his ex. 4/10

Solomon (purple haired guy)- the guy who originally managed to build a harem of 72 demons. the OG. He's also like the mc's ancestor. and the mc is supposed to be like the "vessel" for his reincarnation. also sitiri's ex. Has a giant snake. I love snakes. snake/10

[mageofseven]

Lady Natalona Abalam

(Obey Me OC)

This is an OC I originally created in Diavolo's story for MC's surprise birth (found here) but have also included her my oneshot about Mephisto getting jealous over another noble (Nat 🥰) flirting with MC (found here).

Since she is an OC I feel I will keep including in my stories in the future, I wanted to properly introduce her to you all since I love her so much 💕

Full name:

Natalona Mariya Valeriya Abalam

Nicknames:

Nat, Natty

Sin:

Lust 😘

Appearance:

Long white hair with ash grey highlights and matching horns. She has sweet and innocent looking lilac eyes, deceiving little orbs that have gotten her virtually anything she wants.

She is about the same age as Diavolo and Mephistopheles.

Family:

Mother- Boudica Brei (Dearg-Due) Abalam. Also known known as Duchess Abalam and Grandleader Abalam, but prefers the title Matriarch Abalam, the one that signifies her attachment over her family instead of her power or political leadership. Sin: Pride

Younger sister- Saoirse Euna Finnea Abalam. First name pronounced like 'Sir-sha'. A recent RAD addition as she only just became of age. Can always be found next to her sister Nat, but never saying a word. Rumors have spread long before her attendance at the academy that the youngest Abalam sister may or may not be mute, but no one has yet to get this confirmed, not even the teachers. Has no notable titles or affiliations in or outside of school, but is generally known for being around (other than her sister) Prince Diavolo and Beelzebub (he found her crying one day when she lost her sister so he gave her one of his cookies. Since then, she follows him around whenever she loses sight of Natalona and the big dude is okay with it). Sin: Gluttony

Father-

More info:

Lady Natalona is the oldest daughter of Matriarch Abalam, the Grandleader of the Aldatu political faction in the Devildom, a position her [CENSORED] once held before [CENSORED].

Under Matriarch Abalam, and with the support of Lord Diavolo himself, the party, the Devildom, and most importantly, their family has seen their most peaceful and prosperous time in a long time, something that wasn't always guaranteed in their family.

Natalona is someone very well-known in the Devildom, but not just for her family name or history. This lust demoness is known for her gentle beauty and a gaze that can lull anyone to find peace within themselves.

She's is also famed for being Asmodeus', the Avatar of Lust's, 'first' when he came to the Devildom. The two cuties bonded quickly and had a very long standing friends with benefits relationship that very naturally just melted into a regular friendship when Asmo got into a serious relationship (I often write him getting with MC and Solomon after all lol).

Outside of Asmo, Nat is also close with Lord Diavolo, both personally and professionally. The two knew each other as kids, though weren't friends yet back then. Back when they were children and King Marik still had the royal family aligned with the Traditionalist faction, the two didn't have many opportunities to be around each other, but when they were, Dia was always surprised at how genuine her kindness seemed and how lax she was with etiquette in those days.

One day, the two skipped out on the early half of some 'peace' meal to go climb trees in the gardens. The poor, naïve prince made the mistake the reaching out to take a leaf off her dress--by her butt.

Little Nat, briefly forgetting they were up high, shoved him away (her mama taught her right and told her where others cannot touch and princes aren't an exception), causing Dia to fall out of the tree.

Luckily, boy gots wings that he mostly knew how to use at this point so it was all good.

Nat ripped her dress rushing down from the tree to check on him though, resulting in both children getting scolded, but checked over by Barbatos. In the end, the butler fixed her dress and told the little noble girl he'd keep this a secret from her parents this time, but no more after this (lies, this softhearted man does this for her a couple more times the next hundred or so years). It is a memory the noblewoman and Diavolo laugh about to this day.

Professionally speaking, Natalona also works with the prince in place of her mother. Boudica hopes for her daughter to enter the world of politics and replace her as faction leader someday as to keep the power she has accumulated for her family and hopes getting her daughter to help out now might make her more willing later. She also believes the prince may be more willing to be persuaded by a beautiful woman around his age rather than one near what his own mother would be at this point, if the devil had given her such time at least. If nothing more, Nat is very good at her job and Dia likes working with her though she doesn't know for sure if politics are really what she wants to deal with for the rest of her life.

Another noteworthy relationship of hers is with Mephistopheles--but it's not a positive one. His parents run the opposing political faction, something that never mattered much to the woman, but has mattered very, very much to that 'insufferable' man as she thinks of him. Whether as kids or as adults, he is always in her business, always judging her every move, especially when it comes to Lord Diavolo. Like dude, I'm sorry your boyfriend is calling me and not you; take it up with him and just chill.

Some less notable but still fun 'relationships' of hers are with Lucifer and Beelzebub.

Oh dear devil, does this woman have the hots for Lucifer. The Avatar of Pride is respectful to her for work reasons and because Diavolo asks him, but her flirting is so excessive to that it is borderline aggravating some days. Luce has little to no interest in the noblewoman at this time, but that will not stop Nat in the slightest.

With Beel, it's a mix of things. Yeah, he's hot and she flirts with the guy. Big guy doesn't some to pick up on it most of the time though. Makes it this games with Asmo; if Beel can actually tell she's flirting with him at any point in the day, Azzy has to buy her dinner sometime...it doesn't happen a lot; in truth, no matter what she says or what others tell him, Beel only sees Nat as 'Saoirse's nice sister'.

Which leads into the other reason she likes this this man: he takes care of her sweet baby sister 😭 Yes, her Siri-girl is grown up now, but she is...sensitive. Her sister gets lost easily and doesn't like being alone and the fact that this big guy looks out for her till she can track her little sister down really warms her heart 💕

[sabeiart]

me when i first saw Solomon: i am not gonna find this man attractive🙌next caller👁next caller😜🙌

me now: 

[kpopwrites]

Obey Me Dateables Blowjob Headcannons!

Requested by @bontens-baby TYSM for your request hun!

Diavolo:

oh boy...

I...

Good luck?

We all know Dia is HUGE

So, giving this precious demon a blowjob is... brave of you

RIP to your throat

Have fun talking tomorrow

I mean, of course, Dia is gentle

He loves you and absolutely does NOT want to hurt you

Too much anyway

Unless you ask

Dia would most likely cup your face lovingly

While he destroys your throat

THERE IS NO WAY TO TAKE HIM ALL IN YOUR MOUTH

Idc how talented you are

It will not happen

However

Dia won't mind

This sweetheart will praise you before, during, and after

He loves cumming in your mouth

Watching you struggle to swallow it all brings out the sadist in him ever so slightly

If he's feeling rough, the MOST Dia will do is tug your hair and gently, GENTLY, slap your face

Also

MOANS AND GROANS

I love this man omg

Blowjobs are his favorite forms of quick stress relief

You WILL be hidden under the desk at least once while he talks to Lucifer

Lucifer knows you're there

He just won't say anything

Barbatos:

Once again

This demon is busy

Plus, Barbs is a giver

He much prefers pleasing you

That being said

This man deserves to be worshipped

So, after asking Diavolo to give Barbs a day off

And spending the whole day spoiling him

That's the best time to give him the good suck, ya know?

Convince Barbatos that today is about him

And he'll let you

He won't moan

Instead

You get some nice, quiet groans and breathy whispers

He won't pull your hair or be rough

Instead

He strokes your head sweetly

Loves to be deepthroated, though he won't admit it

Also

Loves his balls AND tail played with

Basically

Just worship this man's body like he deserves

ALSO

LOVES EYE CONTACT DURING

He would cum in your mouth

Ya know

To avoid cleaning up after ;)

Simeon:

This sweetie

Probably surprising to some of you

But Simeon has a dom side

And while he doesn't use it often

He WILL when receiving a Blowjob

It's nothing compared to say, Lucifers Dom side

But it's there

Simeon really only gets that riled up when you're sucking him off

And he won't be rough unless Solomon and Luke are out of the house

While he isn't too physically rough

Just some hair pulling and head guiding

Dude is mean

He's a writer

Simeon will use his immaculate vocabulary to completely ruin your undergarments

Degradation will happen

He won't use derogatory terms, like slut or bitch

Instead, he calls you sweet things while reminding you just how needy you are for him, dirty little lamb

He is more likely to cum in your mouth and make you spit it out

Unless you want to swallow

He won't make you, however

Also, kind of random but his cum is probably super sweet

Solomon:

This cocky mofo

LOVESSSS getting his dick sucked

He will ask for them frequently

"Pet, I'm stressed. On your knees?"

Stuff like that will be said often

He likes to tie you up with his magic while he literally fucks your throat

He also asked Asmo for some tips on how to make his cum taste better

He likes to slap your cheeks with his cock

Dirty sorcerer says he likes the sound

Also

Big fan of 69

He won't make you cum if you don't suck him off good enough

He's a sadist at heart

Solomon is mean when you suck him off

Expect every. single. blowjob to be messy

Man lives for watching the drool drip down your chin and tears fall from your eyes as he gags you on his cock over and over

Probably makes you deepthroat him and stay there for a minute

WILL cum all over your face and chest

Boobs or not, those bitches are getting painted white

DEF takes a photo and sends it to Asmo after

[jinxthejubilee]

Judging/Rating Demon Forms: Part 2

I really wanted to follow up by rating Diavolo's and Barbatos' demon forms, but then I decided that it wouldn't be enough, so I added in Simeon and Luke since they're always in their angelic forms anyway, minus the wings. I also added Solomon because, honestly he might as well be a demon with how long he's lived. Enjoy!

- Warning: I want NO real slander towards the Obey Me devs for their outfits. These are just my opinions for the fun of it, I have grown used to each of their forms.

- ALSO, their demon forms look much better in their in-game cards and fan art. I'm making my judgements based on their in-game models.

1) Diavolo: His Majesty The Human Kidnapper

I really like how grand and bold his form is!

I don't really get the sense of regalness, though. Not sure why, maybe it's the lack of a shirt. But I DO sense the powerful aura he has.

So much gold. Mammon wishes he could dress like this.

Speaking of which, I don't know who on the card design team has such a problem deciding Mammon's and Diavolo's skin tones, but can ya'll make up your mind?? Or at least use an eyedroper?? Please???

Anyway, I'm not sure what the deal is with his skin once he's in his demon form, but eh, it is what it is.

His hair color and wings compliment the gold perfectly. ✨️

I like the cuffs, his arms would look too bare without them.

The fluff attached to his...medallion? In the middle, looks great and creates a "fuller look," if you get what I mean.

I think his symbolic animal is supposed to be a dragon. Which, yeah. They sure got that part down. What represents a dragon more than putting wings all over his outfit?

Which begs the question, does he have a tail?

The boots are cool, not much to say there.

I love the golden tips of his wings and horns. They look better than Mammon or Asmo's tips, which look like they've been spray painted on (I'm so sorry my boys 😞).

10/10. Very bold, love the gold, and I love dragons so he gets all the points from me. All hail the king! 👑

2) Barbatos: Mr. Barbietoes

Ah, we love...um...lizards? It doesn't say what his symbolic animal is, so I haven't got a clue. But I like his tail!

His horns are so cool! They look like skeletal wings or hands.

His outfit overall is very simple, and it really fits with his personality. Dresses nice but low key so everyone's attention is on Diavolo.

Not too sure what the buttons on each side are all about. But then again, I can say that for almost all of them.

I'm a fan of puffiness on outfits, so his sleeves and whatever that is on his shoulder (I'm assuming it's a jabot) get a plus from me.

9/10. Not a whole lot to say for this one. Barbie's is just one of nicest ones to look at.

3) Luke: My Son! My Big Little Boy! My ferocious little puppy!

Our angelic marshmallow! 💖

The blue and gold! Chef's kiss 💋

His cute little jabot and whatever that top part is over his shirt.

I'm kinda disappointed that they just put regular shorts on him instead of those puffy shorts we see squires wear.

Not a huge fan of the boots, I still don't understand why they went with those.

His hat is cute! His head looks too bare without it on.

It looks like he's dragging his robes on the floor, and that's adorable

8/10. He's the one angel who's outfit doesn't look like it'll fall down every 10 seconds (hint hint), so he gets bonus points just for that. Plus, he just looks like a little kid. What else am I gonna say?

5) Simeon: Mr. Nice Shoulders, A.K.A: The 2nd Shadiest Dude in the Game.

Honestly, his outfit is just fascinating.

It both baffles, yet intrigues me.

His robes are attached by one golden chain, yet the robes stay perfectly in tact.

The cutouts on both sides of his waist.

The black and white belt, which looks like a sheet of paper wrapped around him. I didn't notice how much it stood out before I looked at it a couple of times.

His gloves are long, and now I wonder if he had them purposefully cut like that.

The fact that he looks like he jingles when he moves thanks to those gold ✨️ on the end if his robes.

6/10. His outfit is the perfect representation of impossible outfits to wear in real life, yet somehow makes sense in the world of anime.

5) Solomon: King Solomon: The Magic Man! 🎩

Okay, I know what you're thinking.

"Why is Solomon last place?"

And no, it's not because his outfit is worse than Simeon's. Quite the contrary.

But Simeon's angel form is such a hot mess that I needed to put it higher than Solomon.

Sorry my liege. 🤣

Anyway. Onto the judging.

I love the dark blue transitioning to lighter blues on the end of his coat.

I also love the sparkles, reminds me of a starry sky.

The gold embroidery is pretty too.

The main thing that bothers me about his outfit: for the longest time, I thought his coat was a robe. Meaning that he's doing the whole "I'm not gonna wear my coat the right way like a decent human being," thing that Lucifer and Satan do.

Guys, I promise you. It's not that bad to wear both sleeves!

Also, Solmare. Don't be afraid. Give us a robe for our resident troll over here.

Not much else to say, he's kinda boring in comparison to Simeon.

5/10. It really should be higher, but I can't get over the sleeve situation, nor Simeon's ENTIRE wardrobe situation.

[hecatemoon87]

Charles Bronson - Art Teacher (AU)

Ch. 4 - Body Paint

*this chapter was inspired by @potter-solomons

I’m so nervous. I don’t know why because Charlie and I have already had sex. But that was different because it had been unexpected and there had been no time to dwell on the what if factor. Now, with the whole thing premeditated it was giving me time to think. And my brain was sifting through every what if scenario a girl could think of. In just an hour, I was supposed to meet him at his art studio. It would be considered a proper date or would it? Was he reaching out because he thought I was easy? Was this booty call?

“Katie,” Nora said, leaning on the doorframe of the bathroom.  

I jumped and turned to face her. “What the fuck, Nora? How long have you been standing there?”

“Dude, you’ve been brushing your hair in the same spot for like two minutes. Aren’t you ready yet?”

“I am, I’m just…I’m just finishing up some final touches,” I said. 

Nora had picked out my clothes. It was a navy blue summer dress with small white flowers printed on it. Something sexy, but not over the top. Beneath I chose to wear a plain white bra and panties, uncertain where this night would lead me.

“Don’t you think the dress is too much? I mean, maybe I should wear jeans? The dress might suggest I’m wearing it for easy access?” I said, fussing over the zipper at the back. 

Nora came over and zipped up the dress. 

“You’re worried that this is a booty call, aren’t you?” Nora said, reading my mind. 

I nodded gloomily. 

“I dunno, but you’ll find out soon enough. If it seems that way, tell him how it is and leave,” she said. 

“Okay,” I said, swallowing hard. 

I went ahead and ordered a taxi. As it drove me through the city, I began to notice we were headed toward the nicer side of London. As the houses became increasingly nicer the taxi halted just outside an impressively refurbished brick building. I hesitatingly got out of the cab, wondering if I was at the correct location. It dawned on me that Charlie was a very famous artist. He was world renowned and he probably made a lot of money off his work. I sometimes forget that some artists made a fortune. Not me though, I was one of the classic starving artists. I had to share a flat with Nora just so I could make ends meet. Recently, my dream of becoming an artist full time was fading away as things in London grew more and more expensive. 

I confirmed the house number once again with Charlie’s text. Feeling more confident that I was at the correct location, I approached the entrance, only to find it was blocked by a heavy iron gate. I saw that there was a small black intercom with a red button installed at the gate. I pushed the button and waited. After a moment it crackled to life and I heard Charlie’s voice on the other end. 

“Hi love, letting ya in,” he said.

I glanced up and saw a camera in the corner of the entrance way. Ah, so that’s how he knew it was me. The opening of the iron gate regained my attention and I stepped back as it automatically opened. I stepped through and walked up the stone pathway to a large solid oak door. As I got closer to the door, it opened and Charlie stood on the other side. He was wearing a tight white muscle shirt and black gym shorts. Upon seeing me he smiled and stood to the side to allow me inside. 

“Blimey, uh, if I knew you were gonna dress up I would have dressed a bit more appropriately,” he said, closing the door behind me. 

I was too distracted by his house to comment on his clothes. It was a huge space, open concept, high ceilings and a finely polished wooden floor. He had the latest modern furniture and the art that decorated his home was from all over the world. It was all eclectic, but done very tastefully. 

“Wow, this is your home?” I asked, amazed. 

“Yeah, it ain’t much,” he said, looking almost embarrassed. 

“Not much? I’ll trade flats with you if you want,” I said, jokingly. 

He chucked and put his hands into his pockets. I glanced over at him and I can tell that he’s nervous too. It helps put me at ease knowing he feels the same way. There’s a moment of awkward silence.

“So, the studio, it’s just over there. I had it built onto the house. The whole place used to be a storage facility in the early 1700s,” he said, breaking the silence. 

“It’s just stunning, it really is something to be proud of, Charlie,” I said.

I had never used his nickname, Charlie, before. During art class I’d always called him Charles. I like saying it and I can tell by his reaction that he likes hearing me say it. 

“Cheers, come on then, let me show you it,” he said, motioning me to follow him. 

We walked across the house and he opened a door. He walked through and flicked on a light switch. I followed him in and I’m once again amazed by this room. His studio is astounding. It is covered in all sorts of partially and completed works of art. Around the room was an array of mediums. He had used acrylics, charcoals, pastels, water colors, you name it. It was a room filled with creative expression, something that I had always longed for myself but never had the space or time to fulfill. I looked over at Charlie and he smiled.

“You like it?” he asked. 

“It’s wonderful,” I said, my eyes wide with awe. 

“Good, I hoped that you would,” he said.

I loved it and I badly wanted to be enjoying my time with him, but there were questions I needed him to answer first. 

“Charlie, I want you to be honest with me,” I said. 

“Yeah, sure. About what specifically, love?”

“Have you ever been in trouble with the law?” I asked. 

He frowned and nodded slowly. 

“Yeah, that’s why I was doing the class,” he said. “Was getting my knuckles whacked.”

“What did you do?”

He shrugged and looked around the room, avoiding eye contact with me. 

“Assault. Got in a tussle with a mate of mine. Broke his arm and some ribs, he charged me,” Charlie said. 

“That’s all?” I asked. 

He looked at me sheepishly. 

“Uh, well, that was my third assault conviction,” he said, cringing a little. 

“Third? Who else have you tussled up?”

“My mate, he was my third. My first, was a school teacher when I was a lad, the second was some bloke I didn’t know. But he was beating his dog and I wanted him to stop.” 

I mulled this over in my mind. Okay, so I already knew he had an anger issue, but this didn’t seem as bad as I had thought it would be. 

“Why your school teacher?” I inquired. 

“He hit me first…I don’t have good impulsive control, so I went ahead and knocked his block off,” Charlie said. 

“I see and what about your mate?”

“My girl, she cheated on me with him,” Charlie said, looking down at his feet. 

“I’m so sorry, Charlie,” I said, my heart breaking for him. 

I walked over to him and took one of his hands. 

“My last question…I’m not just some sort of…um, like, you know…” I said, trying to find the words. 

I didn’t need to continue as he seemed to understand what I was trying to ask.

“No, I don’t see you like some slag…I wanted to bring you here and get to know ya. I was joking about the modeling bit, well, sorta,” he said. 

A rush of relief flooded my body. It was good to know he had just wanted to show me his studio. But then I became curious about his sorta comment.

“What did you mean by sorta?” I questioned. 

“Ah, well, I can tell you about that another time. I think, maybe…maybe we should just go slow, yeah?”

“No, I want to know. Tell me,” I said, taking his other hand. 

He laughed softly and shrugged. 

“I got it in my head about doing a living canvas kind of thing,” he said. 

“Living canvas?” I said, puzzled. 

“Yeah, body paint, uh, female model,” he said, grinning. 

The idea of him lathering me up with paint as I was naked excited me. 

“Ah, and…was that going to happen tonight?” 

“Maybe…but I wanted to see what you thought. Didn’t know if you would run screaming,” he joked. 

“Why me though? I bet you have a long line of women willing to do something like that,” I said. 

I was still holding his hands, but he moved so that he could fully hold mine. He gave me a reassuring squeeze and gazed deep into my eyes. 

“Nah, it ain’t like that. I wasn’t looking for anyone, really. But that day you first came to my bullshit art class, I couldn’t take my eyes off ya. I mean, you weren’t just beautiful, you were actually talented. My heart had been broken, but when I met you, I was hopeful,” he said. 

I blushed at first from his praise, but then I laughed a little.

“But, we argued so much! I thought you were mean,” I said. 

“Yeah, I’m an arse. I don’t like many people, actually I hate being around people. I kept you at a distance ‘cause I didn’t think you’d even consider me. But that last day, I was afraid I would lose the chance to tell you how I felt. I didn’t expect you to jump my bones though,” he said, laughing. 

I blushed again and shook my head at the memory of literally jumping on top of him. 

“But I like it. I like how fierce you are, so passionate,” he said, slowly wrapping his arms around my waist. 

I rested my hands on his strong chest, my eyes drifting away for a moment. I’m not certain on how to process all this information. I really hadn’t expected him to be so thoughtful, so intelligent, so caring. I looked up and locked my eyes with him. 

“So, where’s that body paint?” I asked. 

His eyes opened a little with surprise. I guessed he was thinking I would want more time to talk. But I felt pretty confident in my decision to commence with this living canvas idea.

“Alright, if you’re willing,” he said, taking just one of my hands and leading me over to a ten by six platform. 

It was covered in a white sheet and when we stepped up on it I could tell it was made out of wood with a foam matting glued to the top. 

“Uh, you gotta get undressed,” he said, stepping down from the platform, looking up at me. 

I liked where this was going. Being sexy, I slowly unzipped my summer dress and wiggled out of it. I tossed it over to him. He caught it and carefully draped it over an easel nearby, all the while watching me intently. I proceeded to remove my bra and panties, flinging both over to him. He respectfully placed them over my dress and walked over to inspect my naked form.

“That night, it was too dark to see you properly. I knew you were a fucking goddess, but bloody hell, you’re enchanting, love.”

“Stop that, you keep making me blush,” I said, giggling. 

“Give me a second, let me get the supplies,” he said, turning to go over to his work table. 

He came back with a tray of paints and brushes. He placed the tray on the platform and jumped back up. Removing his shirt, he tossed it to the side, revealing his well toned, muscular chest. He left black gym shorts on. I’m a little shy, so I folded my arms over my bare breasts and squeezed my thighs together in a vain attempt for modesty. 

“Relax, I’ve put you in more compromising positions than this,” he said, smiling. 

I laughed softly and he took my hands and guided me to the floor. We're both sitting our our knees when he begins his work.

“Alright, I want you to stay on your knees,” he said. 

I did as he said, but he frowned a little. 

“A little further apart, love,” he said, his hand snaking between my legs, edging my thighs a bit wider.

I released a pleasurable gasp as he touched me. I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip. 

“Easy, girly, I haven’t even gotten started,” he said, chuckling. 

He pushed my hair back behind my shoulders. I can feel my nipples already getting hard. I took a deep breath, steadying myself. I watched him pull the tray over and he picked up the first paint brush. He had three paints ready on the tray. An indigo, a white and a gold paint. 

“This is non-toxic body paint,” he said as he delivered the first stroke to my skin. 

He glided the brush smoothly down between my breasts, over my navel, stopping just above my mound. The paint was cold, but inside the studio, the temperature was warm. It’s at the end of August, so I felt comfortable. 

“So, you just have non-toxic body paint stored away for these occasions?” I asked.

“Nah, I bought these for you. Like I said, the first day I laid eyes on you I couldn’t stop thinking of ya,” he said, dipping his brush back into the paint.

He re-applied the paint brush to my skin, this time rotating the brush around my left breast, forming a spiral. When the brush reached my areola, he swirled the paint around it. It felt strangely arousing and I shuddered a little with pleasure. He smiled as he watched me enjoying the session. He set the indigo paint brush down and picked up a fresh brush. He dipped this one into the gold paint and applied the same pattern on my stomach and right breast. As he worked, he changed between the three paints. He decorated my arms and hips in beautiful geometric designs. 

Once he was satisfied with my front, he moved to my back. The paint seemed to be drying fairly quickly. He pushed my hair forward, draping it over my shoulder. I felt him begin painting my back and after a few moments he asked me to get on my hands and knees. I complied and he glided the paint brush over my right ass cheek and then he did the same to the left with a different brush. He brought his hand back between my thighs and spread my legs a bit wider. This time his hand brushed against my lips and I arched my back and whimpered.

“Charlie, fuck. I think…I think I can’t wait, if you’re planning on doing anything?” I asked, looking back at him. 

“Hush, you know better than to interrupt an artist and his work,” he said, pretending to be serious. 

In protest, I wiggled my bottom. I heard him groan, but he continued his work and I tried to be patient. I’m still on my hands and knees when suddenly Charlie laid on his back between my legs. His hands gripped my hips and he lowered me onto his mouth. I was not prepared for this part of his artwork and my unsuspecting pussy was wonderfully assaulted by his tongue. He lapped at my folds, his tongue edging its way into my canal and then skimming over my clit.

“Charlie, yes!” I moaned, pushing my fingers through my hair. 

He twirled his tongue, massaging my aching cunt with long licks and soft kisses. My legs started to tremble from sensory overload. The dry paint started to get wet again as my heart rate picked up from Charlie’s wonderful work. The studio was a bit warm as well and my sweat began to smear the paint down my skin. His bear paws were also smearing the paint on my hips as he gripped me hard, preventing me from rising off his mouth. 

“Charlie, I’m going to lose it, Charlie, oh, you’d better stop,” I whined.

I knew full well that if he didn’t stop now that I would cream all over his face. He didn’t listen and he drove me to the brink of my orgasm, nursing my clit with his gorgeous lips. The flood gates are released and I creampie all over his greedy mouth. Still he didn’t stop, he just continued to take every ounce of me into his mouth. He showed me no mercy and only when my thighs began convulsing, too weak to support me any longer, Charlie moved out from underneath me. I sank to the floor, settling on my back. The paint is dripping off my skin, staining the perfect white sheet below me. My chest heaved and I closed my eyes, trying to gain my bearings. 

The light darkened a bit in front of me and I opened my eyes to see Charlie looking down at me. I felt fairly certain that I looked horrible, I could not possibly appear even remotely attractive at this point. But Charlie told me otherwise. 

“Fucking hell, you’re gorgeous,” Charilie said, removing his shorts and underwear. 

His cock was completely engorged, firmly erect and ready for me. 

“You need a few minutes or are you ready for me, princess?” he asked, towering over me. 

I sat up from the floor and flipped my hair back. I’m square with his cock and I looked up at him with wicked eyes. 

“No, Charlie. The question is, are you ready for me?”

Before he was able to reply I took him into my mouth. He was big, so I had to open my mouth wide to take him all in. His cock felt warm and firm in my mouth, I found sucking him to be a major turn on. He laced his fingers through my hair as I bobbed my head back and forth. I was really getting into it and my hands darted up to his taut ass. I gripped his cheeks hard, I didn’t want him going anywhere. His precum hit my taste buds and I felt my feminine response between my legs. For a minute more I gave him everything my mouth could give, but I didn’t want him to cum just yet. I then released him from my mouth, I need him inside me now. 

From my knees I looked up at him, still holding onto his muscular buttocks. 

“I want you to do me, Charlie,” I said in a sultry manner.

His eyes were intense and he nodded. In an instant he pushed me onto my back, lacing each powerful arm underneath my knees. He eletates me up, angling my opening with his cock. I felt the pressure of his cock’s head upon my opening and then he drove it into my tightness. It stung a little as his thickness plunged through, stretching open my walls. He continued until he was buried deep into my slick, molten core. I’m at his mercy once more, the way he has me positioned I couldn’t grab hold of him. He arched his hips back before delivering the first thrust. I moaned as he partially left me then returned with an impact that shook my core. He proceeded to tear my delicate flower asunder, pausing only to drape my legs over his shoulders. He drilled me until my cunt molded around his width and length. It was like I was his clay and he was sculpting me to become his most perfect piece of art. 

I felt like I’m suspended between the earth and spirit world. My senses are blurred, overwhelmed with only pleasure. I’m expressing my approval via my most vulnerable feminine sounds. I’m not aware, but this is driving Charlie masculine urge to both fuck me sensless and want to protect me at all cost. He felt him start to slow down and it isn’t like he is about to orgasm. I opened my eyes and he gently settled my legs around him, allowing my bottom to finally touch the floor. He stayed fully inside me, but he stopped completely. He supported himself with his arms against the floor and looked me in the eyes lovingly. 

“What’s wrong?” I asked, stroking the side of his face. 

He smiled and kissed my lips lightly. I opened my mouth and we shared a slow, but sensual kiss. As we kissed, he picked up his thrusting once more, but this time he delivered soft and careful thrusts. 

“Nothing wrong, love. I just wanna show you I can be gentle too,” he said. 

“I know you can be,” I said.

We end our fucking and transitioned into love making. When Charlie was close, he nestled his head into the nook of my neck. I felt his heavy breathing, his chest pressed against my breasts, my arms wrapped around him. His body tensed up and he released a deep masculine moan as he coated my walls. The sound he made was so sexy and I clenched around his member tighter in response to it. I clung to his frame, not wanting this moment to end. But once he was finished he pulled out from me and then helped me up from the sheet. 

“Would you like to take a shower?” he asked, lifting my arms up and inspecting me. 

I glanced down at my body, I’m a mess of smeared paint and sweat. 

“Yes, I think that would be wonderful,” I said, smiling. 

He took me back inside his flat and showed me the bathroom. I jumped inside the stall and early scrubbed off the paint and grim that had formed upon my skin. When I stepped out I saw that Charlie had placed a cotton towel and my clothes on the edge of the sink. I’m touched by such a simple gesture. He had seemed so angry and uncaring when he was teaching the art class. But then I recalled him saying he didn’t care for people. I supposed he was not happy because he was forced to be there and he was just taking it out on the students. 

After getting dressed, I made my way back out to the living room and found Charlie on the couch. His arms were stretched out on the back of the couch and his eyes were closed. I smiled thinking that I had taken a lot out of him. He appeared clean. He must have had another bathroom and had taken a shower as well. He had been just as badly smeared in paint too. I walked over to the couch and I sat down next to him. He opened his eyes and moved forward to wrap me in his arms. I willingly snuggled into him, my head resting on his chest. He smells good and his body is firm and warm. 

“If I asked you to come work with me…what would you say?” he said. 

“I would ask why would you want me to work with you?” I said, keeping my head on his chest.

“I told you, love. You have talent. I can pay you too,” he said, stroking my hair. 

I took a deep breath and sat up a little to look him in the eyes. 

“Are you being serious? You’re not just high on sex right now?” I asked. 

“I’m dead serious,” he said. 

“I don’t know…I was thinking of just putting aside my dream of becoming an artist,” I said. 

“What? No, I won’t let you. Come on, work with me, eh? You can use the studio as you like. I’ll give you a key. Hell, I don’t even have to be around, you can have creative usage,” he said. 

“I want you around though,” I said.

“You do?”

“Yes, I like you,” I said, smiling.

He smiled and held me tight. 

‘I like you too,” he replied. 

I snuggled in closer and closed my eyes. Looks like my dreams of being an artist were about to come true. But the best part is that I think I found the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. 

[nevermindirah]

Yitzhak!

is a character! who Gregadiah What-Is-Math Rucka gave us almost no information about!

I've gone through Tales Through Time #6: The Bear and #1: My Mother's Axe with several magnifying glasses and done a lot of googling and taken my copy of the Tanakh off my shelf for the first time since (well, since the last time I needed to read Torah for TOG reasons, which I think was Booker Passover headcanons) and here's the best I can come up with.

In The Bear we meet someone who goes by the name Isaac Blue:

Read on for a lot of comic panel analysis and historical research and Jewish flailing!

So what do we know about this Isaac Blue person?

He's Lorge, he's got curly hair, he's basically a taller version of Joe as drawn by Leandro Fernández (ie an antisemitic stereotype why the fuck did they approve this character design?? and then why did they double down and copy-paste it to Yitzhak??):

He's got a mezuzah on the doorpost of his house in Alaska!

I screamed about the mezuzah way back in January in this post where I (very reasonably) assumed this character was Joe and spun myself a tale about how Booker is still Joe's brother so the mezuzah stays up even though Booker isn't welcome in that house for a century. Bottom line: the mezuzah is a tradition with origins in the commandment from Deuteronomy 6:9 to "write the words of G-d on the gates and doorposts of your house" and evolved over the course of the Rabbinic period into the modern mezuzah we see here.

I did unnecessary levels of google image search to glean absolutely no useful information about Yitzhak’s origins from this panel:

I've decided the variant cover of TTT 6 is Yitzhak because of a panel in My Mother’s Axe, shown here, and what's likely an unnecessarily deep reading of Exodus, discussed further down:

The person at the right of the bottom panel is wearing the same clothes as in the TTT 6 variant cover and has the same shoulder-length curly hair and hairy forearms.

Left to right, the people in this panel are Lykon (I'll never get used to him being white in the comics), Andy, Noriko (I think? why doesn't Andy mention her by name here?), and Yitzhak. Andy's robe has a stereotypically Greek design on the sleeve cuff, and I had to stop myself 10 minutes into a Wikipedia rabbit hole because Gregorforth doesn't think that deep about this shit. The solid clues as to timeline that we get in this panel are:

Andy's iron axe

the presence of Lykon, who Andy first met in 331 BCE

So all we know is that Yitzhak is an immortal, he was a contemporary of Lykon, and he's Jewish.

Isaac is the most common Anglicization of Yitzhak (which in turn is the most common Anglophone transliteration of יִצְחָק‎), and Greg always uses the (transliterated) Hebrew when he refers to this character. Yitzhak is the long-awaited child of Abraham and Sarah in Genesis, the child who G-d commanded Abraham to sacrifice but spared at the last minute. I see what you did there, Gregory.

Why Isaac Blue? This is where I pulled out my Tanakh. According to the New JPS translation, blue is the first of three colors of yarn listed in Exodus 35:6 among the gifts requested of the Israelites to construct the priestly garments for the Tabernacle and later the Temple. Then in Numbers 15:38 the Israelites are commanded to "make themselves fringes on the corners of their garments throughout the ages; let them attach a cord of blue to the fringe at each corner."

And now for sandbox timelines party! Gregadiah gave us ALMOST NOTHING to go on, so I'm gonna make my own fun.

I, like many modern Jews, think the stories in the Tanakh are foundational mythology that are valuable because of how they've shaped our people but that contain some fucked-up shit and either way aren't meant to be a record of historical facts. Modern scholarship generally agrees that the community we now call Jews emerged as a distinct group of Canaanites sometime in the late Bronze Age (cw this video's host says the Name of G-d aloud despite being a religious studies scholar who knows that is not a name anyone but the Temple priests are allowed to say). The first non-Biblical written record of the people Israel is from an Egyptian source c. 1200 BCE, and the Biblical kingdom of David and Solomon was probably an exaggeration of whatever really happened during the Bronze Age Collapse. We start getting into historical-fact territory a few centuries into the Iron Age:

588 BCE Solomon's Temple destroyed, Babylonian exile begins

538 BCE Cyrus of Persia allows Jews to return to Jerusalem

515 BCE Second Temple construction complete

332 BCE Alexander the Great At Something I Guess conquered Judea, beginning the Hellenistic period of Jewish history — 331 BCE Andy & Lykon find each other

167 BCE another jerkface Greek king desecrated the Temple and basically outlawed Judaism

164 BCE recapture of Jerusalem and Temple rededication during the Maccabean Revolt

70 CE destruction of the Second Temple by the Romans, beginning of the Rabbinic period of Jewish history that we're still in now

What if... and hear me out... what if immortals come in pairs, and the pairs are:

Andy & Quynh

Joe & Nicky

Booker & Nile

LYKON & YITZHAK

What if Yitzhak was a priest of the Second Temple? What if he and Lykon killed each other just like Joe and Nicky would in the same city around 1300 years later, but instead of enemies-to-lovers speedrun with an absurdly long happily-ever-after, when Lykon died permanently Yitzhak decided to separate from Andy and Noriko and become the hermit we later see in Alaska?

We don't know how old Yitzhak is compared to the others, only that he was a contemporary of Lykon at a time when Andy was using an Iron Age version of her mother's axe. Other plausible origins for him:

a Jew of the early Rabbinic period, maybe a child or grandchild of people who were still alive before the Second Temple was destroyed

a Judean of the Second Temple era under the Romans or Greeks or Persians, maybe a priest, maybe not

an exilee in Babylon, maybe of the generation who got to return, maybe of the generation who was exiled (he doesn't look like he was 50 at his first death but who knows, he could've been mortal for both)

an Israelite of the Kingdoms of Israel and Judah, maybe a priest of Solomon's Temple or again maybe not

an Israelite wandering in the desert with Moses

THEE Yitzhak, ben Avraham v'Sarah, our patriarch who was brought up for sacrifice and then spared, and then spared again, and then spared again, and again, and again...

or! he could also be a Canaanite or other Levantine who predates the people Israel, who at some point in his very long life chose to join our mixed multitude, who like Andromache before him (and like Avram and Sarai would in this case do after him) took a new name to reflect the magnitude of influence this people has had on him

Why do I keep saying Yitzhak might have been a priest? It's thanks to the one detail in the artwork I could plausibly connect to solid research without getting a PhD real quick. Take a look at the gorgeous detail on the opening of his robe in the TTT 6 cover. He's dressed in rags, holes and dirt everywhere, rough stitches probably from hasty repair work — except for the neck opening. Compare that to this description from Exodus 39:23 of the construction of the priestly garments for the Tabernacle: "The opening of the robe, in the middle of it, was like the opening of a coat of mail, with a binding around the opening, so that it would not tear."

The next verses describe the intricate designs for the hem of the priestly garment. Yitzhak's ragged garment looks like the hem was torn off entirely.

Am I overthinking this? Yes I am! You're welcome!

My friend and historical research hero @lady-writes​ is in a Discord server with Gregadiah and asked the man himself some questions about all this. He clearly thinks he's being sneaky?? No shit Yitzhak is Jewish, dude, I want DETAILS!

I will not be giving up my Jewish Booker headcanon, I've put too much thought into it by now, the internalized shame of antisemitism explains Booker's depression too well for me, and it just adds so much richness to Booker/Nile both being children of forced diasporas. Fortunately (for him, not me, bc I'd do it anyway!) Gregothy supports fan headcanons even when they're not in line with his own:

One last thing before I close like 100 research tabs and go back to writing historical fantasy and/or porn! I love that, despite that atrocious caricature of a face design, our canon Jew and our fanon Jew are both Lorge and Soft and Kind, flying the face of the antisemitic stereotype of Ashkenazi Jewish men as small and weak, but also not falling into the New Jew / Muscle Jew stereotype that Zionism created. (I am trying SO HARD not to talk about Israel/Palestine for once ughhhhhhhhhh) Anyway here's a (US-centric but very good) primer on both these stereotypes of Jewish masculinity. Is this why I'm forever projecting my transmasc diasporist feels onto Jewish Booker the service sub? 🤷🏻‍♂️

I’ll reblog a second version of this with full image descriptions so that there’s a version accessible for folks who need IDs as well as a version accessible for folks who get overwhelmed by walls of text.

[obeiii-mee]

Hi I hope you're fine! Can you make the reaction of the brothers to a Mc who managed to overtake Salomon and made 100 pacts, the 100 th being ... Diavolo himself ?! (idk if it is really possible) Thank you love on you

I don’t really know if it’s possible either but I gave it a go anyway! I love this concept tho because MC, being the powerhouse they are, now has absolute control of 100 demons one which is actual prince of hell. Idk why I find that funny tbh.

I hope you’re well too and that you enjoy reading these HCs!

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The Brothers Reacting to MC who made 100 pacts:

Lucifer:

-*Surprised pikachu face*

-I’m sorry, w a t?

-Not only did an average human,with no magical capabilities whatsoever, beat a spectacular sorcerer in the span of just one year and managed to make 100 pacts before him

-But they also made a pact with Lord Diavolo as a grand finale??? (MC knows how to leave DevilDom with class holy shit)

-If you look closely enough, you can see Lucifer’s wheels spinning inside his head

-And here he thought you were going to get eaten in the first few days

-He needs to sit down for a few moments, his fucking logic has decided to take a walk

-He really went 0-0

-And on one hand, he’s totally impressed and actually very proud of their little exchange student

-But on the other hand, when tf did you have the time to make 100 pacts??

-You talked with at least 92 other demons and didn’t get murdered?

-Are all humans this hard to kill off or it just you?

-Taking aside his confusion and the way he worries like a middle aged parent, he’s actually pretty boastful about your situation

-Pride on another level, I’m telling you

- Pretty smug about it to Solomon too which is concerning because he isn’t really supposed to have favourites in the exchange program

-But he totally does

-“MC, you’re full of surprises aren’t you? You’re ability to adapt here is very impressive. Just don’t get too reckless, I don’t want you getting hurt.”

-Aw your tsundere and arrogant boyfriend actually really cares about your well being

Mammon:

-“But I’m still your first man, right?”

-Literally the first thing that leaves his mouth when he finds out

-Doesn’t matter how many pacts you make, he’s always going to insist he’s your first and therefore your best pact of them all

-He may freak out a bit at first because he doesn’t like the idea of you possibly chatting it up with other demons but he’s pretty chill

-Until you tell him about Lord Diavolo

-“Guess who just made a pact with Lord Diavolo!!”

-“Is it someone famous?”

-He’s a bit scared because the price you have to pay to be in a pact with Lord Diavolo is pretty damn high

-But if you keep insisting you will be fine, his worry will subside

-He’s a bit smug, like Lucifer, knowing you beat a powerful sorcerer in a non existent contest that he just made up in his mind

-Like “In your face Solomon, MY HUMAN got to make 100 pacts before you had the chance. Haha what a loser.”

-I feel like the brothers sometimes wish to just abandon Mammon somehowere so they don’t have to deal with this

-Dude doesn’t care how many pacts you have or with who as long as you remember ‘he was your first man.’

-Of course you of all people would be able to attain such a significant achievement

-You were his human after all

-No matter what you do, he will be even more smitten with you than before

Levi:

-“That’s cool. Will you pass me my headphones.”

-“....”

-“Wait....you did whAT?”

-You’re telling him that he barely has the courage to step outside the House of Lamentation but you can go right ahead and start making pacts with demons like it’s nothing???

-Did he just get beaten at life by a normie?? His normie even??

-He’s really panicking because the shit you’d have to deal with when making that kind of bond with Lord Diavolo is apparently very terrifying and he’s scared something bad will happen

-Pacts also mean markings on your body, so his whole jealousy thing kinda sparks here

-Because ‘it’s not fair you have all these people’s pact marks on you while mine is barely visible!”

-Even though his is like, really obvious too???

-Other than that, he just feels like you’re gaining EXP and getting stronger, like a video game character which is cool

-I want him to show up whenever MC gets in a new pact and just shout ‘Level Up!’ at the top of his lungs lmao

-He doesn’t have that much of an opinion on Solomon, besides his cooking, but he’s impressed and a bit scared that you can outdo a human like him in something as dangerous as this

-Lololololo, Solomon got wrecked by a human normie what a noob XD XD #badassnormie #solomoncanteven #gameoversorcerer

-The brothers seem pretty adamant at rubbing the salt into Solomon’s wounds, can we get an f in the chat for our white haired wizard boi

Satan:

-He knew that humans were capable of a lot of things but what the fuck?

-How is that even possible???? What is the likelyhood of a random human managing to make 100 pacts???

-He is probably the most unsettled because he relies on probability and logic to get him through his day to day life

-And that shit don’t make no fucking sense

-He’s not agitated, just very shocked

-And then he realises the potential threats you’ve been exposed to considering all the demons you’ve had a chat with

-So now he’s just thanking Lord Diavolo that you weren’t eaten alive by some lower level demon scum

-Don’t be surprised if he asks you how you went about when you started making pacts with demons

-You were always a bit of a special case and you certainly stood out from the very beginning but this was something completely different

-For a human like you, that is a very respected achievement you’ve unlocked

-Satan figures that since you made pacts with him and his brothers, you would try to do so with Lord Diavolo too

-But he actually accepted?? You just kinda gave up part of your soul to the demon prince and now you have full control over him???

-It’s amazing how easily you could make demons of all things to trust you

-He respects that and also appreciates your tactical approach to this as well

-It’d be pretty easy to summon a demon to get your ass out of danger if the need arises

-He has no idea what you do to him but it’s strange he would rather let you ramble on about the backstory of every pact you made in the past year than read his collection of books

-Wrath certainly isn’t the only thing in his heart right now

Asmo:

-#conflicted

-His partner beat his ex fuck-buddy at making a pact with Lord Diavolo

-Asmo knew you were special ever since that retreat at Lord Diavolo’s palace when you managed to summon him with such power

-But he definitely wouldn’t have guessed you would be capable of something like this

-Your bravery when it comes to this sort of thing endears him a lot

-He will probably want to see all of your pact marks now (haha you’re in danger)

-Unlike his brothers, he knew damn well why you had managed to make around 100 pacts in just one year

-Demons aren’t used to anything genuine or with good intent

-So, it makes sense they would be attracted like magnets to you and your approachable, kind nature

-After all, demons can’t deal with temptation very well

-Solomon is cunning and ominous, not that different from anyone else down there and it’s a fact the brothers don’t even trust him that much

-But Lord Diavolo?

-“MC honey you hit the jackpot! Tell me every little detail!! What happened? How did the topic of a pact come up?”

-He’s not worried about you overall

-Not because he doesn’t care but he believes that if you can survive for a year with the seven avatars of sin and also convince 93 other demons to make a pact with you, then you can handle whatever Lord Diavolo throws at you

-He probably buys a bunch of revealing clothing you can show off all of your marks because they look ‘fabulous’

-It’s the only think he’s gonna talk about for a while because how many other humans can say they have control of the prince of Hell???

-Asmo also acknowledges that Diavolo must have trusted you a lot for him to agree to this which he thinks is incredible

-He will definitely listen if you have any stories on the pacts you made because he finds them very thrilling and he loves the sound of your voice!!

-Again, he doesn’t need human souls, just a mirror, some skin products and drama to survive

-And you, if I had to guess

Beel:

-The calmest our of the seven about it

-You made a bunch of pacts? Cool, it just shows how strong and independent you are

-Which made him respect you even more to be honest

-He flinches a bit when you tell him about Lord Diavolo because he knows that the prince isn’t the type to agree to anything without being given something in return

-Even if he knows you can handle yourself, he will be right there beside you to help you out

-Also, uh, don’t tell Belphie about the pact thing Diavolo. He might blow a fuse

-You guys work out together sometimes and he is usually utterly mesmerised by all the pact marks you have on your body

-He kinda wishes you would have asked him or one of his brothers to come along with you when you made your pacts

-Just in case things went wrong

-He regrets a lot of things that had happened until now, but one thing he absolutely cherishes is the pact you made with him

-Beel is aware that his brothers think the same and if you think you can deal with the pressure of having some many demons under control, then he won’t nag you too much about being careful

-As for the Solomon thing, he doesn’t have much to say

-I mean, yeah, he is a sorcerer and you’re just a human but if you could make a pact with Lord Diavolo in such a small time frame before he even had the chance to?

-It means you’re just as special as he is

-And definitely a better cook

Belphie:

-ok maybe humans aren’t as stupid as he originally thought them to be

-Making pacts with so many demons is something that takes strength and intelligence, so props to you

-He would never admit it, but you being able to do all this shit without batting an eyelid is seriously restoring his love for humans and their culture

-might take a while tho

-He also wonders when you had the time to make so many bonds, considering he spends most of the day with you at RAD and at home

-Eh, he was probably asleep

-His view of you before the incident did a full 180 degrees

-This sort of thing in DevilDom is something worth praising, especially for an average human like you

-And ‘I guess you don’t look all that bad with so many pact marks on your body *angy boi blush* but I still like mine best!’

-It might be best not to mention the Lord Diavolo thing, otherwise his brain might snap in two

-But turns out, he seems pretty relaxed about it

-Too relaxed, I would say

-“Hey do you think you could use your pact with Lord Diavolo to do something that would tarnish his reputation and maybe embarrass Lucifer while you’re at it, idk.”

-Ah, so that’s what it was

-He’s such a mischievous, spoiled brat

-“No Belphie shush.”

-“I’m just saying-“

-Despite him hating humans way less nowadays, he still holds somewhat of a grudge against them

-Old habits die hard I suppose

-Especially for Solomon whom he never liked in the first place

-He finds it very amusing when he figures out you just beat Solomon at his life’s work in under a year

-He has a good chuckle about it but never actually brings it up in front of him

-Because he knows you’re gonna flick him over the ear for it

-Belphie is the youngest sibling and therefore the spoiled child, can’t change my mind

(Ok so poor Solomon, I kinda want to give him a hug now lol. Hope I didn’t make these too repetitive or short. Thank you for reading!)

Al~

[underfell-crystal]

Rating Obey Me characters

Lucifer: 6/10, kinda annoying, distant, and harsh on Mammon for literally no reason. Gets pissy when Mammon indulges in his sin but not when the rest of the brothers do. Why.

Mammon: 100/10, best boy. Tsundere sweetheart who just wants to be loved. Cares a lot about his brothers (and you even if he denies it)

Levi: 7/10, my mans is a relatable geek like me and gets flustered easily like me. But he also gets u into trouble with his weird ass games.

Satan: 5/10, got rage issues, smug af, salty af. But he likes to read so that's a plus.

Asmo: 7/10, a fabulous lad. May seem narcissistic but he got self esteem issues. Fashion lord. V pretty. Prolly the most chill next to Mammon.

Beel: 9/10, hungry strong boi. great for cuddling. just wants to eat and chill which is relatable.

Belphy: 2/10, this man immediately stabs you in the back after you help him. Why.

Diavolo: 6/10, he's pretty naive for being the prince of Hell. Also he straight up sends you to die. Also very affectionate.

Barbatos: 4/10, low key creepy af. Weirdly powerful. Knows everything. Appears at random.

Luke: 10/10, I love my angel son. Very cute. Loves to cook. Wants the best for you.

Simeon: 7/10 nice dude. Pure n sweet. Trying his best.

Solomon: 4/10 way too powerful. Creeps me out. Copied white hair from Mammon. Gets u into trouble with his magic shenanigans.

[sondepoch]

Chapter 4

Hearts on Three (Satan x Reader)

The athlete and the nerd. The rich kid and the scholarship student. The girl who will constantly joke about breaking your knee caps and the boy who will actually do it. There are so many ways to describe your relationship with Satan. Too many, if you’re being honest. He’s your best friend. The smartest tutor you’ve ever had. He also spends thousands of dollars for you at the drop of a hat and holds your hand when you’re feeling down. And in the beginning, that's okay. Neither of you let yourselves get bogged down by labels, both of you content to just savor this newfound friendship. But deeper feelings always have a way of complicating things. And for better or for worse, you and Satan are no exception.

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MASTERLIST

“Bro, you good?”

Satan blinks the sleep from his eyes at the feeling of a pencil tapping against his shoulder, groggily turning to face the owner of the voice that tore him from his precious slumber.

“...bwha?” is the educated response Satan can come up with in his sleep-addled mind.

Solomon snorts.

“Dude, this is the third time you’ve fallen asleep in class this week.” The white-haired athlete grins. “Keep this up and I’m gonna score better than you on tomorrow’s test.”

“We have a…”

Satan groans inwardly. He has a test tomorrow? The blonde blinks up at the board. It takes a second for his vision to clear, but then it registers that he’s in math class, and everything else falls into place. A quick scan over the whiteboard confirms that Satan didn’t miss anything important, that the chapter the teacher is covering is something Satan taught himself roughly two years back, but the boy still groans to himself in frustration. He doesn’t like to sleep through class. Ever.

“Thanks for waking me up,” Satan mumbles to his friend when he glances at the clock. It seems that Solomon let him doze for nearly the entire period, opting to wake him up a mere minute before the bell should ring. 

“No problem. But seriously, I’ve never seen you slack this hard. You good?”

“I’m fine. I’m just tired because…” Satan trails off, hesitant to confess that the reason he’s so exhausted is because of you. No doubt, Solomon would read way too deeply into that—nope, wait, it looks like Solomon figured it out on his own from the shit-eating grin he’s now sporting.

“Ah, your future girlfriend, is it?” Solomon leans back in his chair, grinning. “The love life is rough, buddy. Make sure you’re using protection at night, though.”

Satan has never been more relieved to hear a bell ring.

“Would you lower your voice?” He growls when a couple of kids passing by give him weird looks. Satan glares hard at Solomon, but the latter gives a grand total of zero (0) shits.

“Sorry,” Solomon says in a voice that makes it all too clear that he’s not sorry.

Satan has never hated his schedule more than in the next moment when he realizes that Solomon is in his next class and that they can’t split ways. Worse yet, it’s Physical Education—the stupidest course of all time because all it consists of is kids walking in circles for an entire hour and being “encouraged” to run. And somehow, to top it off, Satan always ends up walking with Solomon. 

“We’re not together,” Satan grunts to his friend when they’re outside doing laps around the track. “It’s just that it’s fucking hard to balance club duties, her volleyball schedule, and my own studies.” 

“I totally get it,” Solomon blurts. “But you’ve gotta get used to it, bro. Imagine how much harder it’s gonna be to when the two of you start dating! You’ll have to take her out on dates, and—fuck—have you ever been to one of her games? She has crazy stamina, man. The two of you’ll be at it all night.”

Satan thinks back to freshman orientation, wondering why, of all the places to sit, he chose the seat next to the most annoying person in the entire academy. 

“Solomon, can you shut the fuck up?”

Solomon, unsurprisingly, does not shut the fuck up.

With enough difficulty, Satan does finally manage to steer the topic away from Solomon’s matchmaking attempts and towards more normal topics. Namely, Satan’s matchmaking attempts. Of course, just as Satan places no weight on Solomon’s opinions on his love life, Solomon completely ignores Satan’s advice to stop beating around the bush and just ask Asmo out, the athlete having the nerve to say “I’ll ask Asmo out when you ask our volleyball captain out”—as if you and Satan have a remotely similar history to Asmo and Solomon, who, as now known by the entire campus, are both desperately pining for each other but are too dumb to see it.

Satan sighs, shaking his head.

Idiots, he thinks. I’m surrounded by idiots.

It’s to this thought that Satan hears someone calling his name in the distance: an extremely familiar voice, almost grating on the ears, but a voice he knows he should not be hearing. 

Satan shakes his head, deciding that he’ll clear up his schedule today so he gets a nap in because surely, surely he must be imagining you calling his voice. Surely you’re not actually on this track field. Surely you’re not cutting English, of all courses, a subject that Satan insists you pay extra attention to because it’s the single course you're most likely to fail.

“Bro,” Solomon whispers, eyebrows raised in disbelief.

Satan closes his eyes, trying to see if pretending that he doesn’t hear your footsteps sprinting closer and closer towards him will make it so that they’re not real.

It doesn’t work.

“Satan!” You shriek, now close enough that he can’t pretend you’re a figment of his imagination anymore. “Satan! Satan, Satan, Satan!”

The blonde continues staring resolutely forward, committing himself to the ideology of I do not see it, therefore it is not happening.

Unfortunately, Satan sees it. And so it happens.

Without any warning whatsoever, you lurch forward and grapple on to Satan, wrapping your limbs around him like a literal koala as you yeet yourself onto him with enough force that Satan is just barely able to remain standing when you attach yourself to him while shrieking: ”Satan! Guess what, guess what!”

The blonde is at a loss for words, so dumbfounded and taken aback that it’s all he can do to sputter out a confused “w-what?” 

You grin at him with a smile so wide it looks like it hurts, and Satan can only stare as you reveal what made you so happy.

“I got an 85 on the Shakespeare test!” 

The Shakespeare test, the man thinks, trying to remember.

The Shakespeare test, he repeats in his mind, a vision of you cram-reading the final acts of King Lear flashing through his mind

The Shakespeare test! Satan realizes with a start, suddenly recalling how it was a test he expected you to fail.

Satan’s mouth drops open at that. He had been prepared for you to get a 20, a 30; the highest you told him to expect was a 60, and even that was below the fail margin, but an 85? Holy shit, Satan might cry if he got a grade like that, but for you, it’s a genuine accomplishment, and he’s fucking proud.

“You’re joking,” he blurts, already calculating how this will affect your average and, holy shit, it’s actually going to pull you up to a passing grade.

“I’m not!” you declare with so much happiness that it’s infectious, and then the two of you are hugging and laughing except that Satan’s literally carrying you so it’s awkward, but neither of you care because this is the highest grade you’ve pulled all year, and Satan is finally beginning to feel like the late hours and the sleepless nights are all worth it.

The two of you are grinning and beaming at each other even when you finally de-koala yourself from Satan and land on the ground; and it’s at this precise moment that Satan realizes just how many people are watching. 

The blonde clears his throat awkwardly. 

It felt so natural when you tackled Satan midair, but he’s now beginning to realize just how intimate that whole scene looked to any onlookers. He stiffens, and you seem to notice, your own demeanor turning sheepish in turn.

A low whistle from next to you diffuses the situation.

“An 85, huh?” Solomon slings an arm around your shoulder, sandwiching you between him and Satan as the three of you continue walking along the track field—effectively sending a message to anyone watching that the show is over. “Not bad, Captain, not bad.”

“It’s amazing, Solomon!” you cry out in turn, grinning as you lean into his shoulder. (Satan doesn’t feel weird when he sees that, he swears he doesn’t.) “I haven’t scored this high since, well, I dunno. I don’t really pay attention to the scores I get because they’re always so low!”

Solomon laughs at that, definitely remembering when he was the same way. 

“It’s all thanks to Satan, no?” Solomon prods, and the blonde shoots a sharp look at his friend. He’s up to something. Satan isn’t sure if he wants to know what.

“Oh, definitely! He literally read every single text out loud to me! I left this one book for the very last day, and he actually stayed with me and—”

“You need to get back to class,” Satan swiftly interrupts, his ears turning red. “You did well on one test, but you need to pay attention if you want to continue.”

“Oh, but—”

Satan practically shoves you away, gesturing wildly the whole time with a vigor that has you confused but compliant as you slowly depart, doubtlessly making your way back to the English building as slowly as you possibly can.

When you’re gone, Solomon snorts.

“You read to her?” He asks, expression brimming with mirth.

“It’s not—it’s an effective studying technique that we use to save time—”

“Oh my god,” Solomon mumbles under his breath, wiping a tear of mirth from his eye. “Next thing you know, I’ll find out that she’s sleeping on your shoulder or something. Seriously, Satan, way to make a move early on.”

Satan is incredibly grateful that Solomon doesn’t see how his face changes at that part, a flush rising on his cheeks when he realizes that you’ve fallen asleep on his shoulder not once, now, but several times. 

“Shut up,” Satan grumbles, trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible.

“No way, man!” Solomon cackles with laughter, finding great amusement in his friend’s frustration. “Oh my god, the two of you are so perfect for each other that it hurts! Here, take a look at this—”

Solomon pulls up his phone and opens up his Photo Gallery, swiping twice before handing it over to Satan.

“Just look at that, dude—” he gestures vaguely at the picture. “You two already look like you’re dating.”

Satan stares at the image, his feet slowing down. It’s a picture of you and Satan hugging, taken conveniently when you were still koala-ing Satan with your entire body because of course Solomon was able to get a picture that quickly, and although Satan can’t see either of your faces due to the side angle, even he has to acknowledge that the two of you really do look like a couple.

“It’s not like that,” Satan mumbles, shaking his head as he hands the phone back to Solomon. 

This might be the first time, though, that he actually entertains the thought of what it would be if it was like that.

It’s not a terrible thought.

You hate away-scrimmages for a lot of reasons.

The first reason is that, more often than not, the environment is hostile. The other team is always bound to have more support, more cheering, more motivation powering them forward while yours has nothing more than the girls on the bench and the loud voice of your coach. 

The second reason is that they always feel like a waste of time. Scrimmages, by nature, are meant to be an extension of practice. So what’s the point of a scrimmage if you spend more time driving to the school than you spend playing against the school? It’s totally backwards, in your opinion, and pretty stupid.

The third reason is the most compelling reason, though. And it’s probably because this is the issue you’re dealing with right now: the fact that at away-scrimmages, if there does happen to be someone from your school who puts in the time and effort to come watch, the pressure on your shoulders instantly triples. Scrimmages are supposed to be fun, enjoyable. They’re nothing more than practice matches to collect data and get ready for when you’ll go against the school for real—but when people from your school travel such a long distance to watch you play not even a game but a scrimmage, it feels like you owe it to them to bring home a win, to succeed, to make the match worth their while.

And while Satan doubtlessly had no intentions of adding to your stress when he asked to watch you play at today's scrimmage, that’s exactly what has happened.

“Listen, girls,” your voice is low as your team groups up in what will likely be the last huddle of the match. “I want us to win this. Really badly. Do what it takes, but bring home that victory.” You take a moment to recite the weaknesses of the other team, trying to downplay their skill and build confidence in your own teammates, but ultimately, you all know the truth. “It all comes down to how we play this point, girls, so let’s play our best.”

You glance around at your teammates, stealing a glance at the bleachers where Satan sits, watching the scrimmage.

You want to make him proud.

“Wolves on three: one, two, three—”

“Wolves!” your teammates echo, raising their fists as the lot of you split off into your serve receive positions.

As it stands, match point is weighing against you, and your team is at a heavy disadvantage. From what you’ve gathered on the opposing team, their libero is a literal legend when it comes to front row saves, and they have an amazing right-side hitter, one that easily rivals your own skill. This entire game, their team has been leading, but all your team needs to secure victory is a measly three points, three points that you know you can obtain if you try hard enough.

You crouch low, getting ready for the opposing team’s serve.

The first two points are easy for your team to get: the first point comes when the opposing team’s outside hitter rams the ball into the net, and the second comes when your team's right-side hitter manages a clean hit through a line of defense that jumped a second too late.

The final point, as always, is the hardest to get.

It just so happens that it’s your serve, so you consciously aim at what you think is the weakest link in the opposing team, but they’re able to recover. From then on, it’s an intense volley back and forth until it’s just you versus the right-side hitter, #18, the two of you fighting it out in a rhythmic contest of pass-set-hit that just won’t end.

It’s at this time that you feel the pressure beating down on you heavier than ever before. More than anything, you want to win. Not just because you’re naturally competitive, not just because you really fucking hate #18 right now (seriously, what business does she have being as good as you?), but because you know that Satan is watching. 

You really, really, really want to bring home a win for him.

It’s to this thought that you set the ball over on the first touch, sabotaging the flow of the game and ruining the other team’s momentum. 

It happens in slow motion as the ball falls, slowly, slowly.

The entire room seems to hold its breath as three girls on the opposing team, #18 included, all pancake-dive for the ball. Sensing their success, you bend your knees, preparing for the ball’s return.

It never comes.

The blow of the ref’s whistle is surreal, almost as faraway as the subsequent cheers of your own team, so empty and distant as they instantly group up for a team tackle—but for the first time, you don’t join them. 

Instead, you’re left staring up at Satan who, from his spot on the bleachers, is grinning down at you with a proud look on his face.

You don’t think you’ve ever been so happy to win a scrimmage. 

Everything else passes by in a blur. Your team regroups and changes out of your uniforms, and the lot of you board the bus that’s set to bring you back to the Royal Academy of Barbatos. 

You, however, stay back.

“I’ll get a ride from my tutor,” you tell your coach, bidding farewell to your friends. 

The man arches an eyebrow at you, asking once and then twice if you’re certain you don’t want to stay with the team, but you nod your head. 

Weird, you think as you go to find Satan, who’s waiting for you at his car. This must be the first time I’ve prioritized someone else over the team.

You decide not to dwell on that thought. 

Instead, you choose to think about how sick Satan’s ride is.

“Oh my god,” you mumble, gawking as soon as you see the car. “Satan, I knew you were loaded, but I had no clue you were this loaded.”

Satan laughs at your reaction, grinning when you can do nothing but stand and stare at the sheer beauty of it: a slick, black Bugatti with a single green stripe down the middle. 

“Oh, it’s beautiful,” you coo, marveling at the interior when you slide into the passenger seat and slug your volleyball bag unceremoniously in the back. “Satan, I think I like this car better than I like you.”

The blonde gives a short laugh, rolling his eyes as he gets inside next to you. “I’ll let you drive it someday,” he offers.

You’re quick to decline, shuddering to think about how many more sports scholarships you’d need to ever pay such a thing off if you were to crash it. 

Satan can only smile at that, mumbling something under his breath that you can’t hear.

“Your match was amazing, by the way,” he says before you can probe him about what he said. “It looked really intense. It’s impressive that you were able to keep a level head even at the end.”

You don’t tell Satan that your head wasn’t level, that you were practically dizzy with fear from the possibility of losing in front of him.

“It comes with practice,” you instead choose to say. “Something we’ve gotta do tonight!”

“Please tell me you’re joking.”

You shoot Satan an innocent smile in response.

“Your match lasted a good hour, and I saw you practicing with your team before your bus left.” Satan shakes his head, a frown beginning to spread across his lips. “You’re going to destroy your muscles if you try to do any more. Even you need to rest.”

“Yeah, but resting is boring.” You lean back in your seat and stare at your palms. “Besides, that scrimmage was way too close for comfort. Didn’t you see number eighteen? She was, like, really good. If both our teams make it to the state tournament, we’re going to have a lot of trouble dealing with her unless we practice like crazy until then.”

“Exactly,” Satan says. “Your team needs to practice, not you. The best thing you can do for them is relax and make sure you don’t overexert yourself.”

“But don't you want to reward me for getting a good grade on my Shakespeare test?” A smile curls onto your lips because you know that's something Satan has been thinking about. “Come on, just a few balls? It’ll be quick, I promise. I just want to try a few moves out.”

Satan lets out an exasperated sigh that lets you know he’s agreeing.

“Yes!” You exclaim, resisting the urge to jump out of your seat and hug him because he probably won't be as inclined to help you if you make him crash his car. “Thank you so much, Satan! I won’t be long, I promise!”

The blonde doesn’t say anything to that, sighing softly as he switches his destination from the student parking lot to the on-campus gym you usually conduct your practice sessions in. It takes a while, but when the two of you get there, the spot Satan pulls into is far from the doors. It's a necessity since all the other spots are taken, but it makes you raise an eyebrow because this is the first time you’ve seen this gym even remotely filled up.

You nudge Satan out of his car regardless.

“Alright, so today I want you to make my tosses higher than normal. Number eighteen was taller than me, so I’ll need to increase my jump height if I want to be able to break past her defense.” You pull him to the door, wasting no time to get inside. “And don’t worry if your tosses aren’t perfect! It’ll be good practice for...for when…”

Your train of thought is disrupted when you see how packed the gym is.

“Damn,” Satan mumbles next to you, frowning. 

There must be some kind of athletic event coming up. That's the only explanation you can think of for the picture in front of you. As it stands, there are tons of students inside this gym, everyone practicing their own sport. It’s ridiculous, honestly, because even sports that are traditionally outdoors are practicing inside. You can see Solomon leading his soccer team through a few drills on the far side of the court, taking up one half of one of the six nets set up in the gym.

“They must be here because it’s so muddy outside. All the outdoor sports are practicing inside.” Satan crosses his arms. “Let’s come back tomorrow. You’re not going to be able to get an effective practice in.”

“No!” you immediately exclaim, if only because you see a group of people setting up to leave. “Look, we can take that side of the court. Let’s go! I don’t want someone else to get there first.”

It’s a bit harder to find a spare cart of volleyballs than it was to find a spot to practice, but after checking enough supply rooms, you finally find what you’re looking for. After that, it takes you all of two minutes to wheel the cart over to Satan where you present your findings to him proudly.

“Shouldn’t you stretch first?” He frowns. “I don’t want you to get injured.”

“Come on, Satan. I just came back from a match! My muscles are all loosened up, so let’s get straight into it! The faster we can get this done, the faster we can return to the dorm, so let’s hurry!”

The boy doesn’t look wholly convinced, but he acquiesces to your request nonetheless, throwing you a toss higher than usual as you jump to slam it down.

It’s only once the two of you have returned to your usual rhythm that you begin to feel the stretch in your thighs, and for a moment, you stop to consider the fact that it might have been better if you’d stretched after all, but you ultimately decide that you’ve already started so there’s no point in stopping.

The practice whizzes by, as usual. It's almost pitiful how quickly the end of it nears.

“Three more balls,” Satan says, glancing at the number of balls left in the cart. “Then we go back, alright?”

“Sure thing!” you exclaim with pride, the familiar sense of satisfaction after a practice session well-done setting in.

Satan tosses you the third-last ball, and your feet begin following it as soon as it leaves his fingers. Your feet follow a familiar pattern—left, right, left, jump!—and you force yourself to put in a little bit of extra power to increase the height of your jump, letting your palm collide with the ball just a few inches beneath the peak of the arc to let it slam onto the court at an angle so steep that even a reinforced defense wouldn’t have been able to save it.

“Perfect!” you shout the moment your feet land on the floor. “Two more like that, and we’re set!”

Even Satan can’t hold off a smile at that.

Already in-tune with you, he doesn’t bother asking if you’re ready before throwing the next ball into the air. 

Again, you go through the motions that have been ingrained into your muscle memory since you were eight years old. The sting of pain against your palm is familiar, too familiar, and you’re still high in your jump when the ball spikes down onto the floor.

What isn’t familiar is the immediate calls of concern from across the court.

Everything seems to happen in slow motion.

You turn your head to the source of the noise, the loud group of soccer players who are on the far side of the gym and are all shouting to watch out. You stare at them in confusion for a moment, squinting to look for what they're all pointing at, because right now you don’t see anything to watch out for, and why—

Your eyebrows furrow.

Why are they all looking at you?

That thought is the only warning you get before your feet land—and the first thing you realize is that you landed way too early, that you should have been in the air for longer given the height of your jump. That’s when you realize that you haven’t landed, that your foot is instead twisting on top of a soccer ball that’s rolled directly underneath you.

Your hands go out to catch yourself when you fall, but there’s nothing you can do about the swell of pain that bursts from your ankle when the soccer ball pops out from underneath you.

There’s a moment of trepidation, a single second where your body is completely suspended in the air, and the gym is silent.

In that quiet moment, you hear Satan call out your name in a terrified voice.

Then, the ground collides with you and hard, and there’s nothing you can do as the pain you’d been feeling earlier blossoms out from all parts of your body.

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Notes: ive returneddd :D this chapter is dedicated to the vball captain who, in my freshman year of high school, injured herself. her injury was more dramatic, given that it was way more severe and it was during an important match, but irene, i carry you in my heart <3

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Hi- I see that writing requests + OC x Canon stuff is open-? This is one of the OCs I use for Obey Me!

Mae Corani

19 physically, 950 in actuality

Capricorn, January 5

Lover: Belphegor/Belphie

Race: Aknori

Fav food: Cotton candy

Least fav food: Anything with cheese

Fav drink: Grasper Energy (Basically this world's equivalent of Monster-)

Least fav drink: Caramel smoothies

Peppy, kind, and hiding a lot under a happy mask

Hair is white, fades to a light blue but has some dark blue streaks here and there

Left eye is a light blue with a slit pupil

Right eye is a dark blue with a slit pupil

Favorite color is red, despite mainly wearing light and cool colors (it reminds her of their adoptive dad)

Has a weapon, due to being a Cairikor (even if ice really doesnt like their family, she will always be grateful for rose's weapon)

The bow they tie around her neck is snow's weapon's accessory form

Adoptive father is a part of the Whispers of Death (Assassin group under the Goddess/Etharel of Death)

Pronouns: She/They/Rose/Ice/Snow

Weapon is a katana that freezes the opponent's nerves

She is a very kind person who will do their best to help people that they trust out! Due to some trauma of rose’s (being experimented on- somewhat difficult to explain but is integral to most of my stories in some way), ice is very quick to opt for a peaceful route and will easily flinch from loud noises

Is afraid of (for personal reasons): Lucifer, Barbatos, Simeon & Asmo Neutral to: Satan, Mammon, Solomon & Diavolo Friends with: Beel, Levi, Luke Dating: Belphegor

Rose works as a Delivery Girl for Akuzon! Sometimes it is very helpful to be able to turn into a small, 4 tailed fox

Lemme know or DM me if you need more clarification on anything! Thanks in advance if you can do this-

Note: oh god, thanks alot of info....uhhhh let's see if I can do this.

• this dude is going broke.

• why? Cause he keeps ordering stuff from akuzon just to see Mae.

• then he makes the excuse that she needs to test out the pillows he bought just so they can stay longer.

• it's an absolute mess and belphie has no idea how to talk to Mae.

• so he just....keeps ordering stuff.

[grey-eyed-menace]

Like A Dame (Snapshots)

Mammon: *trying his best at being casual* ...so, uh, why're you and Flower-Girl in suits?

Sora: *looking down at her watch in vague interest, frowning at the time* Diavolo provided our outfits for the evening, I complied, Mio guilt tripped Lucifer and Satan into providing a mishmash of their clothes.

Mammon: *visibly disappointed* Don't ya still have a bunch of leftover dresses from the other times?

Sora: And deal with Asmo's appraising glare? No thanks, I get enough flack from him as is about my lack of taste in fashion. I mean, fuck the rest of the Devildom, but I live with Asmodeus. I have to deal with that shit, I'm not Mio, I can't just zone out.

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[Pan behind the refreshments where Leviathan, Mio, and Beel have decided to hide out for the night. The latter two of which are currently splitting what looks like to be an entire raspberry cheesecake, and the former seems to be playing a Gacha game on Mio's phone.]

(Luke stumbles upon them, wearing a rather pretty sailor dress, with his hair done up in pigtails. He puts his hands on hips, frowns cutely, and looks down on them in disappointment.)

Luke: Is this really how you spend every event? No variation?

Mio: *casually fork wrestling Beel away from her three claimed slices of cheesecake* Not every event, no. Sometimes, Belphie or Satan join us, other times Levi and I shack up in the coat room, or Beel decides too safeguard the entire refreshment table. There's plenty of variation.

Luke: That's not what I meant and you know it.

Mio: And you're hiding from Phenex, aren't you?

[In the distance, a rather high pitched call of 'Luke!' can be heard as an incredibly pretty female looking aqua haired demon traverses the dance floor.]

Luke: ...*sighs* Can you slide over?

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Sora: So that was Marchosias?

Satan: Yes, unfortunately, it seems she's not incredibly fond of you.

Sora: *blinks stupidly* Not fond? She's my lab partner. If anything, she loves me. It's just... Well, I'm hanging out with the guys she kind of... You know, followed into hell? It's awkward dude. Like... I think I've seen her vault out a six story building just to avoid Beel.

Satan: Truly?

Sora: *shrugs* Hey, a large majority of people avoid their family like the plague, others try to stay connected, and some, like Phenex, decide that they're gonna be said families problem. Whether they like it or not.

Satan: And you? What's your category?

Sora: *without so much as pausing to think* Reluctant orphan adoptee with five siblings, three cousins, and a really fucking weird extended family.

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Solomon: Ah, Diana!

[Solomon rushes over to his old student with a bright smile, clad in a black form fitting dress with white accents, paired with a gold sash, and silver heels. He also, rather inexplicably, has a rather modest set of breasts.]

(Diana, by comparison, is dressed in a rather oversized midnight blue tux with a grey bowtie, and a white sash around her hips, a large spade sewn over her heart.)

Diana: *blinks tiredly, presses a hand to her face, and sighs, preparing herself for an oncoming clusterfuck* Yes Solomon?

Solomon: *grin persisting* I'm calling in a favor, I need you to help me with something.

Diana: *closes eyes, breaths in, and then exhales* ...next time, next time, I'm taking Bridget and Eirny up on that fourth honey moon.

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Spade: Has anyone ever told you that you're infuriating?

Phenex: *humming as they drag him around the dance floor* Constantly, you?

Spade: Only my children.

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[As the party begins to wind down, Mio has decided to briefly venture out from behind the refreshments table, only to come upon a staring contest between Phenex and Simeon.]

(Simeon looks incredibly uncomfortable. Phenex is simply Smiling, it's not a pretty smile, no, it's the smile that got Diavolo to back down from including them and Luke in the butler fiasco.)

Mio: ...do I want to know?

Simeon: *still uneasily meeting Phenex's gaze* No.

Phenex: *still Smiling* It's just drama between siblings, you understand don't you Mio-chan?

(Mio raises an eyebrow at Simeon, then turns to Phenex, and back to Simeon, before casting her gaze to where Luke and the others were at before sighing.)

Mio: Right, uh, well, I'll be leaving then, see you guys at R.A.D. tomorrow, I suppose.

(Mio proceeds to speed walk back to where Beel, Levi, and Luke are without a second thought.)

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[By way of an escaped Lucifer, the Ubuyashiki-Shibata cousins are currently dancing with one another.]

(Mio is leaning against Sora's shoulder, as the latter leads her through the steps of a butchered slow waltz.)

Mio: How's day been so far? Well, I know mine hasn't been the best, Levi stole the last cupcake.

Sora: *sighing* I see you've been dreadfully bored.

Mio: Bored doesn't begin to cover it, I miss the more... Nerve wracking events!

Sora: Mio, we nearly die everytime those events happen.

Mio: Not always! Sometimes I get lucky! I got to hold Mammon's hand during that room by room puzzle!

Sora: ...Lord above *pointedly ignoring the scandalized gasps from passing demons* you two are pathetic.

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[After what seems to be an eternity, Diana and Spade join together on the dance floor.]

(Sora and Asmo watch from by the refreshments opposite to the one Beel, Levi, and Mio are hiding behind, Diana and Spade gliding right by them, completely ignorant of their presence, only focused on one another.)

Sora: *eyes following them* Please tell me you feel like your intruding, please, I don't want to feel alone.

Asmo: *humming, already going about fixing Sora's bun* I don't know why you're hoping to find solidarity with me Sora, I mean, it's cute, but honestly? This just excites me. To see something so intimate and gentle... Ah, it makes me ache for simpler times.

Sora: *whimpers*

Asmo: *pats her shoulder reassuringly*

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[It's the last dance of the night, and the Ubuyashiki-Shibata cousins are each dancing with their own prospective partners completely stone-faced.]

(Sora, dressed in a silver suit and black tie, with her hair up in a braided bun reminiscent of Arturia Pendragon, is dancing with Mammon.

Mio, by comparison, dancing with Belphie, and therefore helping support him, is dressed in an odd mishmash of Lucifer, Asmo, and Satan's clothes. A pair of navy blue slacks, a black dress shirt, dark pink tie and white blazer. Her hair is gathered into a short ponytail at the base of her skull, tied off with a red ribbon. Asmo is distinctly glaring at her from where he's dancing with Diana.)

Mammon: What's got you pissed off Girlie?

Sora: *still completely stone-faced* Fate, the world, Phenex's continued existence, an array of things. Most glaringly, perhaps it's the fact that you couldn't ask my cousin to dance so you stole me away from Beel and Belphie?

Mammon: *clears throat, as Sora leads him into an awkward dip* ...right, got me there Girlie.

(Across the floor, Belphie stirs enough to ask a question.)

Belphie: Why're you so stiff? Actually, why aren't you Sora, and where is Beel?

Mio: *pointedly smiling at Asmo as he passes by with Diana before answering* Mammon's a coward, and Lady Rose is genuinely convinced I'm a man.

Belphie: *already drifting off again* Got it...

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[After the ball ends, the brothers and the Ubuyashiki-Shibata cousins proceed with the trek home.]

(Beel has taken to supporting Belphie with his left arm, while Sora, on his right, proceeds to routinely supply him with snacks.

Mio has taken to trying to convince Levi to give her phone back before they arrive at the House of Lamentation, while riding on Mammon's back piggy back style, grin plastered on her face, with Levi arguing hotly about being in the middle of raid on a mobile dungeon game of some sort.

Asmo is on Mammon's left side, mumbling obscenities about Mio's fashion choices.

Meanwhile, Satan and Lucifer are at the back of the pack quietly bickering about something or other.

Phenex, as usual, is stocking the poor 'family' of nine from the shadows.)

Sora: It was a good night, you know.

Beel: *chewing around a candy bar of some sort, and shifting Belphie's weight slightly* Yeah, it kinda was, wish there was more food at the refreshments table though, it was good.

Sora: Meh, I'll take your word for it, all I had was some of that Blood Punch, which... Yeah, not really for me, I think Solomon spiked it with something for the lesser demons.

Beel: Is that why Diana looked like she wanted to drop dead every time Diavolo came by for a drink?

Sora: Mmh, that and I think it was because she was forced to dance with Phenex for most of the night, she and Mister Spade only danced once, even if lasted the rest of the night.

(They silent the rest of the way to the House of Lamentation. At which, they all separate, undress, and promptly pass out, well, except for Levi, who remains with Mio's phone held hostage well until early morning.)

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[The next morning, the household is rather groggy as they make their way down to breakfast.]

Mammon: Last night must 'ave been something else, my feet freakin' hurt.

Beel: You're one to talk, I feel like my ankles are planning a mutiny.

Mio: I woke up in a binder, guys, a binder. What the hell? I thought I wasn't going to be the Dame!

Sora: At least you didn't feel like you were suffocating the entire night, my chest still feels like it's about to cave in, fucking hell...

Levi: *shrugs* I'm actually fine with whatever happened.

Belphie: *head thunks against the table*

(Several moments later, there's an array of notifications from Asmo's phone. Loud shrill beeps are all that make up the next two or so minutes.)

Lucifer: *sighs* ...It seems I forgot about the social media ban, lovely.

[gothamcitystories]

Submitted by Al Reinman;

Transcribed by Carter Albrecht

Like most GC natives, I hate this damned place in a special way only a Gothamite can. I grew up here. It’s gross, smells like a tire fire, the rich live in their high towers looking down on us all, I can’t walk to the corner to pickup a pack of smokes after dark, unless I’m packing at least my mag light(we’ll get to that), and we’ve got a new freakshow causing chaos every week. Don’t even get me started on the public transportation.

That being said, Gotham is MY town, y’know? Some out-of-towner says any of what I just said, I’m as likely as any Gothamite to knock their teeth in. See, I love this town as much as I hate it, in that special way only a Gothamite can. It’s hard to explain that to someone who isn’t from here.

So anyways, I work in sanitation. It’s not bad work, all thing considered. I do third shift tunnel walking. It’s a newer thing. See, after that Rat-King business, when that guy was kidnapped homeless people and forcing them to build something or other in the sewers, few years back, the city assigned Sani workers to do regular patrols to make sure nothing hinky is going on, y’know, like wannabe gangsters or shit like that.

Most of the guys hate tunnel walks. And I mean, that’s fair, there’s more of a chance to run into that big ass crocodile guy, or any of the other bozo’s Arkham can’t seem to keep ahold of. Of course I never saw the guy. Never saw much of anything, except a few teenagers playing thug. So I volunteer to do most of the walks. Got me one of those big metal flashlights, my mag, because you can bust a skull with those things, if you need to. I also have a piece, but we’re not supposed to carry while we’re on the job, so I usually don’t, unless one of the loonies is loose. This wasn’t one of those time, just so you know.

It was this past Halloween. I was kinda pissed because one of my buds was playing a show at The Hole, that dive over on Park. Well, I clocked in, and my super asked if anyone wanted to take the Walks tonight. I figured eight hours strolling was as good as I was going to get. My hand shot up, and into the tunnels I went. We’re not supposed to, but I like listening to podcasts while I walk. Vicki Vale’s Gotham Report is a favorite of mine. So I pop a headphone in, only one, I’m not stupid, and I start off into the dark.

Tons of concrete and steel kills any kind of cell signal, so I download my podcasts before I head down. This episode was an exciting one for me, because she was talking about an old Gotham legend. So if you grew up in GC, you were probably raised on stories about Solomon Grundy, who would emerge from the swamps to the north to gobble up kids who misbehave. Well, if you’re old enough. I hear kids nowadays are treated to threats of the Batman coming through their windows. Not sure which is a worse prospect.

Anyways Vale goes into the founding of Gotham, and the Five Families. Every kid learns about them in grade school, Alan Wayne, Theodore Cobblepot, Edward Elliot, Jeremiah Arkham, and Ezekiel Kane.

So story goes that the founders had contracted a cousin of Wayne, a guy by the name of Cyrus Gold. Gold was a merchant of some influence. The stories vary on the why, and the how, but some how, Gold was murdered, and his body dumped in that section of marshlands to the north, Slaughter Swamp.

So according to Vale, Theodore Cobblepot was into shady stuff way back when, and he had his eyes on Gold’s businesses. Old Theo was a cold dude from reports. His daughter, Millie Jane, she was fond of nursery rhymes, so old Theo would make men who crossed him recite them from memory before he wacked them. So Gold gets walked out to Slaughter Swamp. He’s blindfolded, and he’s reciting that old one, Solomon Grundy. Y’know, born on a Monday, etcetera etcetera. Theo pops him, plants him, absorbs his business.

Jump forward. The urban legend starts up, based on that version of the story. Kids say that if you say the rhyme in Slaughter Swamp on Halloween night, he’ll rise from the swamp and get you. You know how all those old stories, they never say what the ghosty or ghouly is gonna do, just that he’ll get you. I remember taking my first girlfriend out to Slaughter Swamp to summon Solomon Grundy. Lots of teens did it when I was in school, but no one I knew ever saw him.

Anyways, the route I took that night had an old disused outfall into Slaughter Swamp. Bruce had it redirected when he took over Wayne Enterprises a few years back, but the outfall is still open, and it’s a good spot to stop and have a smoke, about halfway through the route, so when I got there, I stepped out and had me a smoke.

I was on the phone with this girl I’d been chatting with, she does maintenance on the electricals running under the city, so we see each other at work sometimes. Anyways, I made this joke about being in Slaughter, and trying to summon Grundy. Just being funny, y’know. She’s loving it. She’s a Gotham Girl herself, but she never got taken out to Slaughter, but she’s egging me on, so I go for it.

It’s a simple rhyme:

“Solomon Grundy,

Born on a Monday,

Christened on Tuesday,

Married on Wednesday,

Took ill on Thursday,

Grew worse on Friday,

Died on Saturday,

Buried on Sunday,

That was the end,

Of Solomon Grundy.”

I wait. I say nothing, she says nothing. I’m hoping to build the tension and scream, give her a scare, y’know? Only, about the time I’m planning on screaming, my mag goes dead, so does my phone. Now the phone doesn’t surprise me. I carry a portable power bank for that, but with the concrete, you don’t get a lot of signal, so it doesn’t do much good, so I hadn’t hooked it up to charge. But the mag? Those batteries were brand new at the start of the shift. I always change my batteries before I go into the tunnels. Anyone who works underground will tell you there’s nothing more important than your light, y’know? And I always carry plenty of spares. Nobody wants to be down there in the dark. I always, ALWAYS put new batteries in before I start my shift.

There on the outfall, you get a bit of moonlight. More than in the tunnels. I’ll admit, I was spooked a bit, I should’ve had more than a few hours left on those batteries. So I was kinda rushing to get the old ones out and a spare pare in, and yeah, I let the old ones roll off into the swamp. I mean yeah, I was jumpy, but I wasn’t jumping at shadows, y’know? I’m a GC native. We’re tough stock, and hard to actually scare. Like really scare, y’know?

So the batteries roll off the concrete block in front of the outfall. Plop plop, into the swamp. Suddenly it gets real quiet. I mean dead quit. The owls, y’know, the ones on that preserve out there? Quiet. Bugs and night birds? Quiet. Hell, I don’t think I was even breathing, y’know? Just felt real tense. Your eyes play tricks on you at night. In the dark, you see things different, and out by the outfall it’s real dark, forest dark, y’know? Even with the super moon we had on Halloween this year, it was stupid, mind tricking dark out there. But I swear to you, there was fog rising from the swamp. And it wasn’t there before my light went out. Thick shit too.

Then I heard the splash. Like something big coming out of the water. I’ll admit that I was spooked. But I didn’t run or nothing. My eyes were adjusting to the dark, enough to make out the big shape moving towards me. I managed to fumble the new batteries into the mag about the time I asked:

“Who’s there?”

Thinking I’d stumbled on some teens playing a prank, y’know.

I got my light on right before the thing responded. Damn thing must have been nine foot tall, and wide as a truck. Dressed in the ragged, rotten remains of a suit. Sonovabitch looked like a jacked albino Frankenstein, like all rotted, deep sunken eyes and hollow cheeks, lumbering like it had a bad leg, skin and hair were bleach white, and the fingernails and teeth were all yellow and sick looking. And it spoke. Sounded about like rocks rubbing together. The thing lumbered towards me, hands outstretched, reaching as if to grab me, it rasped:

“Solomon Grundy, born on a Monday.”

I booked. I mean, I think it took me fifteen minutes to reach city limits? And I didn’t go back underground for months. It took me awhile to work up the nerve, y’know? But I’ve been thinking about it, and all the stories say Grundy only comes out on Halloween, right? So I should be fine as long as I’m not down there by Slaughter Swamp on Halloween, right? I should be fine.

Right?

[fate-motif]

mutineer looks rated

in honor of the @theterrorbingo's prompt for cornelius hickey, and i will rate his gang according to the outfits they chose while doing their own thang

HICKEY

outfit no. 1: fully dressed: coat taken off the man he murdered, boots taken off the dead body of a superior officer. clothes are 7/10, points off for graverobbing but the man knows how to make the best out of a bad situation. hairstyle is 8/10 - that's a full head of hair in the middle of the arctic while suffering from scurvy and lead poisoning, and the beard is just okay.

outfit no. 2: underwear. 3/10 for the outfit, put your pants back on you moron, this isn't you alone in your living room while you're playing xbox. the hairstyle gets the same score, 8/10, since he doesn't change it.

average: 6.5/10. needs less lead.

GIBSON

dies in an ordinary cotton shirt, 4/10. plebian. his hair looks pretty decent though, 6/10.

average: 5/10. even hickey's going "oof" in the background.

TOZER

outfit no. 1: slops. like he's wearing an old hoodie during a breakup. 6/10, do better solomon. the hair's at an impressive 8/10 because he may look like a hobo, but he's still cute as shit in it. still miss the days of the Terror Camp Clear look though.

outfit no. 2: shirt and suspenders but he models them like it's designer. 9/10. the hair's getting downgraded to 7/10 though, because he could stand to improve it over time

average: 7.5/10. tozer makes mutiny look pretty good.

ARMITAGE

outfit no. 1: cute sweater gets a 8/10 because that looks cozy and nice, but the facial hair is just repulsive and ruins his entire face. 1/10. i can't even look at it.

outfit no. 2: casual vest is still pretty tight, he's making an effort with his looks so 9/10. very nice. i'm giving his hair a 0/10 for keeping it the same over time. 

average: 4.5/10 but the beard is so horrifying i'm downgrading it to a 3.5/10. SHAVE, you bastard. MANSON

slops all the time, all the time. 4/10. i get you're depressed, man, but maybe do something with yourself. as for the hair, 5/10. sad attempt to grow a depression mustache, just looks like a moth bled to death over his lip. he could also comb that head a little.

average: 4.5/10. you need better friends dude. friends don't let you dress like that no matter how down you're feeling.

PILKINGTON

7/10. he looks good as hell in the uniform but it's so predictable, dude, The facial hair is eh. 6/10. better days have been seen.

average: 6.5/10. surprisingly high for a very minor character. GOLDING

the vest is pretty cute, 8/10, and his subpar scruff hair remains the same when he could leap at reinvention outside the deadening confines of the navy. 5/10.

average: 6.5/10. use your imagination, bobby. DES VOEUX

one look but we gotta parse it out fairly. the bandana is a #controversial topic but I'm going to be That Bitch to give it an 8/10 because he's purposefully doing something with his head and it's kind of a look. also i fear what the rat's nest under that hat looks like. the flowy sleeves, scarf and suspenders are also high couture, 9/10. his facial hair, though, downgrades the entire look with the stupid little goatee. 5/10.

average: 7.3/10. not bad for the bastard man.

HOAR

slops. what happened to the days of the hot tub, edmund. 4/10. i will give him an additional score in 7/10 for the pearly whites that's not a 10 because if he's giving that much attention to his teeth, he should look out for his outfit and also his hair. 5/10.

average: 5.3/10. you know it can be higher, hoar.