#celestial is the one that i instantly go THATS ME!! and others are like 'i love this paletteand style' but thats not the same as recognizin

[dexaroth]

its funny that i got into building and designing a website n such after i switched from 'digital creative' (with the intention of becoming a web designer) to compsci at college. i know deep down thats for the best bc id never find people who actually understand the artistic side of designing a website n all that but part of me wishes i wasnt so constrained by the personal website format.. theres only so much you can do with a landing page thats supposed to have the same boxes in a single screen so the user doesnt need to scroll to get updates n such. plus i dont even have that much to show and present differently anyways. sigh

look at this. fucking gorgeous as hell. i dont even have enough info to fill a single content box in a layout like this. god

[elizabethrzg]

It had been ages since Macaque first opened this Orphanage, and by ages it had been literal centuries.

As they all were getting older, MK and Bai He had suggested it to him. They saw how much he loved kids and was good with them. Even other than themselves, and so after much deliberation… and a couple bits of encouragement from pretty much everyone and even Wukong, well he decided to set one up.

Demon, Human, Celestial, Macaque took in all of them and everyone in that orphanage knew they were safe thanks to Macaque if Macaque heard crying well… he would pop out of a shadow in an attempt to soothe them, Pigsy and Tang would help him when he first opened it up. Storytimes were portrayed by shadow plays or by Wukong or MK or Mei coming and talking about their journeys and adventures.

And well, even when a kid left the Orphanage after becoming an adult or being adopted, he would still keep an eye out for them. After all, his shadows do allow him to travel anywhere in minutes. And when a kid got adopte d Macaque had a record on who by and where to, so it was easy to check on them. Sometimes old kids came back as adults to visit or help out, it was always nice to see them again.

But if you were a member of the orphanage you were safe for life, you had a stone Monkie protector who could move through and use shadows, and could hear the past, present, and future thanks to his six ears.

So when a Macaque heard the crying of multiple kids with, “No! Don’t take me! Mr. Macaque! Help!”

And Macaque was instantly in the room with them and then he encountered the cause of the kids' screams.

“Quick nab them. No one’s going to miss them-hey why’s that one smiling now?”

The kid, who was now smiling after noticing Macaque, said, “You done fucked up.”

“What-?”

Macaque then spoke up, “Kai, Language.”

The two kidnappers jumped and looked behind them.

“Now what kind of dipshit cowards are you? Kidnapping kids for Buddah knows what nefarious purpose because you think no one cares about them?”

“N-No! We were just looking to see which ones we wanted to adopt-”

“Bullshit. Thats a lie and we both know it,” Macaque laughs, “Too bad for you, this orphan is run by the Six-Eared Macaque. I didn’t call myself the warrior for nothing. And these kids are under my protection.”

He dropped the glamour over his eye as his eye and scar glowed purple as shadows flooded the room, hiding the kids from the kidnappers' sight, as he summoned his giant shadow.

“And you won’t even be able to beg for mercy.”

And with a swift few swipes he took care of those kidnappers. Killing them and then using his shadows to transport them outside of the orphanage a fair distance away so the kids wouldn’t have to see them.

After he took care of them he turned back to the kids, “Are you all alright?”

“Yeah now that you’re here!”

“Thank you Mr. Macaque!!”

“You saved us!”

“Of course, you’re all under my protection and I care about all of you.”

“Mr. Macaque! Your scar is so cool!!! Why don’t you show it more?”

Macaque laughs, “Its better to use it as a threat. Scares people into knowing they screwed up.”

“I’ll admit, it’s pretty threatening,” called a voice from the window, “I knew you had a softside.”

Macaque sighed, “Hello to you too, Wukong, suprised you didn’t show up sooner.”

“Well I was gonna but I had to bury the bodies!”

Macaque chuckled in laughter again, “Thanks for that Wukong.”

Yeah Bai He and MK were right. He loves caring for these kids and running this place.

This was his retirement. And he really liked it.

An immortal warrior with centuries of combat experience settles down to run an orphanage. Slave traders kidnap some of the children…big mistake.

[graceedcoup]

Please tell me you're very detailed headcanon about Asmo holding the family together and raising Satan, because I headcanon that too.

Hi! I appreciate this literally so much I'm gonna kiss you on the mouth. Have a beautiful day ♡

I'd like to start off talking about this by acknowledging the fact that this entire very long headcanon hinges entirely on the fact that I'm ignoring canon details that support the suggestion that Satan was born as a fully grown demon and not formed as an infant who had to grow through formative childhood developmental stages. I would rather believe the latter because I lov..E Ba-biEs *ahem*.. because its more fun to think about.

Before I start I would also like to say that this is part of a much bigger more complicated idea about the dynamic each brother has with eachother and their own personal childhoods and histories, which I've went into some detail about with Levi just recently. But that was all still when they were celestial beings.

Let's fast forward to right after the fall. The brothers are all war damaged, bloody, grieving, guilty, humiliated. Lucifer has just basically been strongarmed into permanently pledging his loyalty to someone he doesn't yet trust or like at all just to get a second chance for his sister who he will never see again and is still effectively dead to him, and to make sure his family has some security. Which I think may be the piece of fuel in the fire inside him that finally expels this fucking hairball of repressed emotion into a living breathing little... infant demon. That absolutely no one asked for. Cue Lucifer having the worst cast of postpartum you've ever seen and resenting the fuck out of this baby and everything it represents and every bit more stress its gonna pile onto him.

But never fear, thats why family is here! Except they're not. They've all got their own shit to deal with. Mammon is already taking care of the rest of his siblings 24/7. He can barley make time to eat or sleep. Levi is very badly hurt, having been a target in the actual battle because of his former status in the army of angels and having gone through a very dramatic change to his body even compared to the rest of his brothers, he can't move very much yet. Belphie is struggling very hard with his newfound vice, he can rarley keep his eyes open, and when he can, hes grieving, hard. He was extremely close to Lilith. Beel... is an entirely different person. Quiet is an understatement. Hes nearly motionless for days at a time in his misery and deeeep in survivors guilt.

And Asmo is also hurt. They all are but him, not quite as badly. Emotionally he's taken a big blow, he's confused, he feels hideous and disgusted by himself, his new body and these new... feelings. He looks for a distraction. Hes been looking for days but his big brother just coughed out a little brother and Asmodeus instantly has stars in his eyes. If any of them have any kind of maternal instinct, its this one. Love is, after all, his whole thing. That horrible little tantruming ball of pure demonic fury is his new baby brother and hes never been happier to step up to the plate. Lucifer is almost too eager to let Asmo hold him the first time and from that moment on those two are inseparable.

-> Taking a pause from this pseudo fic to point out the thing that got me thinking about all this in the first place was a conversation about halfway through season one where MC refuses to make a pact with Satan the first time because he's doing it to spite Lucifer. They ask the brothers what the fuck is going on with that and they all have a little sit-down where they talk about his birth. All the brothers present look kind of uncomfortable but share the story as clearly as they can. But Asmo looks like this and gives this line:

He looks downright excited and this is the only line we get about actually raising him we get. For some reason it stuck with me, idk why. Asmo just seems so proud to share about how they taught Satan to be a person. Back to how I think that went

-> Asmo quickly learns about his ability to charm other demons and just as soon as he learns how to control that he feels comfortable using a very mild form of it to calm this baby the fuck down. And it works! Thank his cold uncaring father it works. Satan smiles for the first time in his life and he sheds a few tears both in relief and at how unbearably cute he is when he's not screaming. As soon as this baby is manageable and his brothers aren't in nearly as much pain, they all start pitching in. Doing whatever it takes to calm him down, finding things to make him happy. They make the disturbing discovery that its mostly gore that makes him smile. And yanking other peoples hair. His first giggle comes with a tiny fistful of newly-black strands he won't let go of.

Even with his brothers contributing to his care, Asmo still has a major part in keeping him company. Lucifer pitches in the most after him but if his favorite caretaker isn't around hes fussy as all hell.

Asmo, being blessed with the emotional intelligence the rest of his family seems to lack, is responsible for calming the kid down and teaching him healthier ways to manage his anger and stress. He teaches him meditation and yoga and self care. Hes the only one of his brothers with both the interest and patience to teach him how to read, how to cook, how to mind his manners. His anger never disappears. Hes still more prone to outbursts than any of his siblings ever were. Hes still much more violent when he does snap. But he can control it better than he could the day before and he keeps improving. Week after week and year after year, Satan grows into somebody all his brothers are proud of.

And hes still bonded to Asmodeus the most. Despite their clashing personalities they manage to get along perfectly and spend quite a bit of time together.

Theyre paired off in Devilgram and even the main body of the story quite a bit. Asmos even is Satan's background picture during phonecalls. I'm not sure if I'm reading way too far into that wait I totally am or if the writers are even aware they're doing that but I think its sweet and ive been thinking about it for months. Thank you for the opportunity to organize it all into one place ♡

[the-fiction-witch]

So long as you love me

MOVIE PHANTOM HALO

COUPLE SAMMY X READER

RATING ADORABLE

I smiled as I walked down the half broken paths, past the chain link fence a with barking dogs and broken cars, jumping cracks as wide as me in the pavement, I pulled my bag over my shoulder a little more, windows of the houses where boarded up, grass yellow and overgrown, I could hear sirens in the distance, I put my head down and my hands in my pockets as I walked down the pathway around the back of the town, the longer I walked the more affluent the houses became, I felt like I was walking miles but I was used to it nowadays, I left the alley and headed into the streets instantly feeling like I didn't belong looking at the four five bedroom houses with double garages and perfect gardens, I felt as if very window was someone watching me, glaring at me, suspicious of me. I kept my head down and hands in my pocket trying not to draw any attention to myself as I walked down the street to the row of old fashioned shops, a butchers, a baker, a green grocery, a salon, a pharmacy and a few other things and at the bottom the place I was looking for, I fiddled with everything in my pocket counting my coins as I went inside the store.

It had that smell, of lavender, charcoal and oil paints. I headed in smiling to the man at the counter with a poetry book, I went around looking at all the things, the pencils, the special pens, the little wooden manakins, the lines and lines of paints and pain brushes I remembered her saying she wanted more wine berry so I moved down the blues looking at all the colours till I found the little tube of wine berry about as long as my index finger and a thick as my thumb, I looked at the price and almost dropped it, five dollars! For a single paint tube! That's all the money I have but I know she really wants it.... Looked around noticing him deep in his book, there was no camera I could see, and I was far from the street so, I slipped it in my pocket. I walked to the back and found a big cheap bottles for a dollar each so I got a bunch of those and took them to the counter he looked suspicious but took my money and gave me a little paper bag with handles so I took it and headed further down the street, I sighed getting the little tube out my pocket, I felt bad but she really wanted it, I wish I could afford to get her nice things she wants.

I headed down the street further until I reached the house, it looked like the most beautiful house I could imagine with a perfect drive way and garage, the green grass cut to perfection, I saw the garage door open and I was nervous as I stepped closer seeing her father waxing his vintage lincoln

"Hello Samuel" he waved as he saw me

"Uhh hi Mr y/l/n" I waved back stepping closer "how uhh how are things?"

"Alright, alright, taken a few days off going to take the side up to the summer house" he says "you hear to see y/n?"

"Uhh yes sir" I nodded

"Go on, she's up in her tower" he laughs so I nodded and went to the gate to there back garden opening it as usual, I walked down the beautiful stone path into the perfectly manicured garden with plants, little fruit trees and a swimming pool, and on I spotted her mother laid on the lilo in her swimsuit and sunglass I tried to tip toe past not wanting to bother her

"Afternoon samuel"

"Uhhhh hi Mrs y/l/n" I waved as she out her sunglasses in her hair

"You here for y/n again?"

"Yes mam" I nodded nervously

"What's in the bag?"

"Ohh I got her some paints in the way here"

"Aren't you sweet" she laughed "Go on, you staying for dinner?"

"Well see"

"Alright, have fun" she smiled winking at me so I headed over to the little patio door heading inside doing my best not to dirty the white marble floors, I hurried up the staircase to as it was always referred to, the tower where her room was she liked living up her as she can basically be removed from her parents. I saw the one door open a crack so I peaked in and instantly smiled.

The room was large the size of my house, her windows all open letting the sweet breeze blow in, she had wind chimes and glass hangers in the windows to reflect rainbows of light across the room, her bed sat against the wall made as usual, her celestial bed sheets clean and made with her glow in the dark star blanket across the double bed, the bathroom in the corner closed as usual, her mini fridge and little air cooker against the other wall, she was sat as she usually was, on her wooden floor on a little black pillow crossed legged, in a pair of fluffy penguin socks, black high waisted leggings, her beautiful purple shirt dress over her, her hair in a braid down her back, her mint green headphones over her head, she had her painting box open some pants and brushed across the floor around her as she painted a canvus on an easel, I could have watched he forever.

I knocked on the door making her turn putting her headphones down she smiled widely as she saw me and she jumped up and ran into my arms

"Whoa! Hey y/n" I laughed hugging her close too inhaling her hairs strawberry scent, "ummmm I've missed you"

"I missed you too" she giggled tugging me in with her shutting the door she got me a pillow to sit on beside her and she got us both a bottle of cola from her mini fridge I noticed as she handed it to me she had various paint splotches all over her

"You look beautiful"

"Awww thank you Sammy" she giggled sitting with me and resting her head in my shoulder

"Ohh I got these for you" I told her handing her the bag she happily took it and got them all out

"Yay! Thank you, thank you, thank you Sammy," she smiled giving my cheek a kiss and packing them all into her box in the right colour places "you didn't have to get me any paint"

"Well, I wanted to" I blushed "it's looking amazing" I told her looking at her painting

"Thank you, it's not done yet but... I'm working on it"

"Well it's beautiful" I told her kissing her hand she giggled and held my hand tightly

"Ohh I did this for you" she smiled getting her sketch pad and flicking thought till she found the page with a painted phantom halo

"Whoa! Thats amazing"

"Here, for you" she smiled taking it out the book and handing it too me

"You are far too sweet to me" I told her kissing her cheek

"I like being sweet to you" she smiled she handed me the book that was now mine and got her own little one and we must have sat drawing and painting for a good few hours chatting about everything and nothing together "Sammy do you have the burnt umber?" She asks

"Uhhh yeah here" I said handing her back the tube where I had used it "are you done with the sap green?"

"One second... Yep here you go" she smiled handing it over "Sammy?"

"Yeah?"

"Why don't we... Ever hang out at your house?"

I was frozen a bit unsure what to hell her

"Uuughhhhh... Well I uh I just uhh.. I like yours."

"I know, but I wanna go visit your house sometimes" she giggled "we could go cuddle in your bed" she smiled nuzzling into my chest I held her close too

Ummmm what I wouldn't do to have her in my bed "I know I want you over too it's just... Complicated okay"

"Okay, just promise you'll let me come spend the night soon"

"... Y/n."

"Please Sammy"

"Y/n, its not that I don't want you to come over, or like I don't want you to visit. It's just... My house isn't as nice as your and, I worry if you'll still like me"

"Sammy, of course I'll still like you, you can live in a cardboard box for all I care Sammy I'll still love you"

"... Are you sure?"

"Of course I am" she giggled giving my lips a sweet kiss

"I just .. I feel bad, the amazing life you've had and, I have nothing to offer you, my house is a shit hole that we can barely afford the rent on, my cars a rust bucket that doesn't even run, and... I can't even afford to buy you the nice paints you like when I visit,"

"Sammy... I don't care about any of that. I don't care if we live in a mansion or a studio flat, I don't care if you drive a bently or a push bike, I love you, and so long as you love me Im happy"

"Of course I love you y/n" I smiled "and I'll never ever stop my darling"