#death is in the details

[devil-in-the-details-ay]

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Will Lord Astaroth and Yara be able to compromise or will the marriage made in literal hell make the Lord of Death wish he could die?

She was cut off when her arm was grabbed and she was yanked to him by it, their faces almost touching.  “I am not going to have a wife that won’t even touch me.  I didn’t say fuck, I never even insinuated anything close.  YOU are the only one who actually said a fucking thing regarding it, Yara.”  He was breathing heavily through his nose and fighting the urge to shake her.  He hadn’t said a damn thing and she was throwing a fucking tantrum? This would NOT do!

Her eyes dropped, twice in one day she’d been put in her place, but only this time was the person doing it right.  “I’m sorry, Astaroth.”  Yara choked out and she felt the hand on her arm lessen.  “You’re right to be angry, I’m just upset at this.” She gestured around his office with her voice thinned and choked, then her eyes rose to meet his hesitantly.  Tears filled them now, tears she’d held back when her father threw her out of his office.  “Do you think that I dreamed of marrying a man that doesn’t love me, that can barely stand me, that is only doing it because my father told him to? No, not TOLD him too, is FORCING him to?” Her breath stuttered and her jaw clenched.  “The Princess of Hell, handed off to the first convenient male daddy could find.  No more thought given to it than passing a memo regarding company holidays.”  Her eyes closed again as one tear slid down her face.  She hated being weak, hated anyone seeing it more, but she was now going to be bound to this demon for eternity.  He might as well know what he was being bound to, how pathetic she really was.  Opening her eyes to look at him again the green of her eyes had lightened almost to the color of grass. “It’s not you Astaroth, I’m mad at my father.  This is just one more example of him not wanting me and making it abundantly clear in his disappointment at me being a girl.  I’m sorry he did this to you.” Her eyes dropped as she looked anywhere but at him.

He had to hand it to her, the Princess certainly knew how to deflate a situation, but Astaroth didn’t feel like she was doing any of it to manipulate him.  She was just handling her emotions differently than he was and he’d snapped her out of it.  From all she’d just said, she had a lot more history regarding what was happening he did, which explained the greater amount of upset over it.  “So what do you want to do, Yara?  I will forgive you for your outburst.  This is a difficult and emotional situation for us both.  It is understandable that you are not handling it well.”  They were also demons after all, not known for having easy tempers.

Yara looked up at him.  He was handsome, more handsome than even some of Asmodeus’ lustful soldiers. Her father could have paired her with someone who wasn’t.  He was the Lord of Death, not one of the aforementioned lust demons.  He wasn’t wrath, so she did not have to worry about the torture pits.  Would it be so bad to be with him?  To be his? For him to be hers?

“Yara…” His voice held an edge, his breathing getting heavier as he waited for her answer.

She laid a hand on Astaroth’s chest, looking up into his eyes, trying not to tremble knowing that he was still holding a lot of rightful anger at her.  “I’m willing to try and work with you to find a way so we're both not miserable with the conditions of the contract.  There has to be something we can do to make this not be so bad.  What do you think?”  She was contrite as she looked up at him and blinked.  Yara was at his mercy, and of all of the demons her father could have bound her too at least Astaroth was one of the better ones, and sane the last time that she knew.  

“I will not tolerate any more tantrums, nor a wife that is going to try and play games, Yara.  Neither of us chose this, but we can make this work as you said. We can form a partnership and friendship if you will work with me and not against me.  I don’t have to be your enemy.  I am not cruel for no reason.”  His hand where he’d gripped her released and he wrapped that arm behind her to hold her gently against him now.  The Princess was beautiful, if she would work with him this could turn out to not be horrible. Could they figure it out?

“What do we do now?”  Yara fought crying, for the first time in her long life she held no power.  She was at the mercy of someone else.  There was absolutely no power she held in this situation.

“First, you need to calm down and realize I’m done being angry.  If you keep getting upset, we are never going to be able to do this, nor am I going to be able to train you to help me with my Death responsibilies. Okay?”  Astaroth leaned his forehead against hers, looking into her eyes to let her know that he was willing to work with her and that his anger was gone for her earlier outburst.  He was not some of the others in Hell that was going to make her pay for a long time for not being perfect, and painfully so.  They were in this together.

“Okay, I just…I don’t know how to feel.” 

“I understand, but we just need to take care of things and take things one step at a time.  Step one is you have to sign the contract before your father decides to change whose name is on there to someone other than mine.  Then I’ll call one of my priests to come and do the ceremony.  If you want something formal later on, if things…you know…then we’ll do that. How does that sound, my princess?”  The hand not holding her to him rose to gently caress her cheek.  Astaroth was not in the position of normally having to console emotional women, let alone one he was going to be spending a lot of time with.  However, he did know how to.  If he let her know he was understanding, maybe he could at least keep her calm.

Yara nodded and stepped away from him.  He was right, if that contract didn’t get signed, her father could change it at any time.  “Let me get that signed.  Afterwards we can talk about how we’re going to manage..things.”  Her hands gestured around, meaning everything between them.  There was still a large amount of emotion in her voice.  Even though they’d agreed to everything, she was still trying to take it all in. “We will take it one thing at a time.” Astaroth nodded and walked over to his phone on his desk.  Thankfully Lucifer kept up with modern Earthly technology.  He watched her sign and he made his call.

“Rings?” She asked when he hung up.  While they were required, what kind was up to them. She definitely wanted him wearing his.  The thought of her husband walking around without one made her undeasy….her…husband.

“Would you prefer plain bands, or should I get you something that sparkles?” He asked her with a soft smile.  Astaroth had been thinking about the rings himself, for much the same reason as Yara.  He was a very jealous demon, although few ever saw it.  There was no way he was going to be married to Yara and have her not wear a ring.  That was going to be one of the things he insisted on, if they were married to one another, then there would be no others.  He had a feeling another fit would be coming when he revealed that, after her one over thinking she was going to be forced to have sex with him.

“Whatever you want, I’m fine with either.” It was sinking in more and more.  This was real.  It was very real.  They were going to be married very shortly.  Not just pretend, not just something that could be undone tomorrow.  Only her father, himself, would be able to undo it once done.

“As you wish, my Princess.” He smiled at her as once more he closed the distance between them. Astaroth would treat her right.  It would make his life easier if he kept her happy in the small things.  “I’ll expect you to wear yours all the time.  I wouldn’t want anyone getting the wrong idea.”  Here they went.  Maybe they’d kill one another before his priest got there.  It would at least shorten things.

She nodded, then looked up at him when it sunk in what he’d said and meant. “Same. Any of your succubi and incubi will need to be reassigned.” Her voice was flat, she wasn’t ready to sleep with him, but she’d kill anyone else that tried to.  Yara didn’t share her…toys.  “I hope you have a lot of closet space.”

Astaroth almost laughed, maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as he was anticipating.  “If need be, you can have a whole house just for your clothing, darling.”  Just no temper tantrums, he thought to himself.  He stepped even closer to her, his hand once more landing on her lower back as he stood next to her, testing the waters. “Yara, if you work with me, this doesn’t have to be a bad experience for either of us.” The corners of his mouth rose slightly as he watched for her reaction. 

[ashoss]

patrol is fun :DD

[aridatinas-art]

something something ... Stanford "Why didn't Rudolf just kill the other reindeer?" Pines and Fiddleford "I create death-mechas when my feelings get hurt" McGucket

[chloesimaginationthings]

In every FNAF universe William Afton can't count

[hinamie]

unconditionally

[artkaninchenbau]

People keep on asking for more Baby Robin and Papadile so here is more Baby Robin and Papadile. Now never ask anything from me ever again

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

going through my old journals as part of therapy homework and i'm reading a section written in the emotional wreckage of a full-on breakdown when i get hit with this line:

There is never a satisfying answer to ‘Why didn’t they love me?’

like wow babe. good fucking point

[canisalbus]

✦ Rainy day apartment details ✦

[damehimari]

Dear Mother... -

Prince of Death approaches his mother after his long awaited return.

My take on Godwyn. I'll draw a break down of his design soon.

[technically-human]

Confessional... things get complicated when you're a ghost.

@i-am-as-normal-as-you-are asked for, and this is a literal quote, "R!Edwin going to a confessional (full angst)" so yeah... full angst indeed.

[bugblast]

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[fizzy-dizz]

I dont remember which component it was, but there was an exchange like this that made me giggle so i had to draw it out

Big boss and their goons

[xray-vex]

finding out that Ed's fancy party updo also has butterflies in it is exactly the sort of joy & magic i fucking needed in my life today 🥰🦋

[housecow]

seeing you outright mention you have death feedism tendencies is like a shotgun to the chest (positive)

i have a medical phobia that’s somehow twisted itself into death feedism ngl. also, evil feeders. 😳

someone hellbent on keeping me as fat as possible for as long as they can—knowing what cocktail of drugs keeps my heart pumping, dumbing me down and keeping me pliant with edibles hidden in my food, waking me up every few hours for feedings and funnel sessions instead of letting me sleep so the weight piles on faster than it should..

somewhere deep down i know it’s not good for me. maybe my feeder tells me about all the health problems i have while the feeding tube is in my mouth and i can barely think, but i can’t focus on what they’re saying without getting overwhelmed. if i don’t remember later, it doesn’t really matter, right?

maybe occasionally i’d “come to my senses,” during a lull in the feedings. when my feeder is busy and away for a while, after i’ve made my way through a small mountain of snacks and the mini fridge (full of shakes laced with THC to keep me docile) is just out of reach. maybe i’d try to get up, only to collapse back down because my knee problems finally caught up to me and fuck, it hurts to even try to walk. maybe then i’d finally take a look at where i am, how i’ve given up my life for someone’s (and my own, let’s be real) sick pleasure.

i’d have to deal with that realization for a while. maybe i’d start to cry, unable to handle the reality. eventually, though, my feeder would come back. they’d find me in this state and console me, getting the funnel ready because they can hear my stomach rumbling and it’s been too long since i’ve eaten. they’ll coo into my ear about how it’s all okay, how i asked for this and it’s what we both want.

they’d give my belly a shake, grasping the lowest roll in their hands and enjoying the way it makes my entire body wobble. they’d press a kiss onto the vast expanse of fat above my belly button, an area they were so excited to see expand under their care. they’d struggle a bit to lift one of my tits, eager to see how my breath hitches at the thought of their mouth on me. these are all distractions. they’ve mastered this game of manipulation and there’s no way i’d be able to find my way out of their control. their touch, the food they offer me, even those moments when i’m not high or in a haze of fullness and pleasure, were meant to further ensnare me and ensure i’m theirs for as long as i live.

my health, my life, is in my feeder’s hands. they know what’s best. as long as i keep eating, keep taking the pills they hand me, keep ignoring how hard it is to move and breathe, it will all be fine. or, that’s what i’d tell myself.

[vypridae]

doodles based on love, death and rollerskates by @spadillelicious because ough my boys. i love themb. mentally ill mfs that i need to kiss

basic y/n version and some bonus doodles under the cut