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[merakiui]

Just thought of a headcanon for yandere Rollo. So imagine Rollo becomes friends with yuu, and after months of being apart he invites them to come to Noble Bell for a few days. Yuu sees the students setting up decorations which yuu asks about. Rollo only says it's a wedding that will be start soon. He never specifies who's wedding. But long story short, Yuu was given a love potion without their knowledge and when they finally become lucid again, turns out their now married to Rollo

I love the idea of darling being completely unconscious for the entirety of the ceremony. You’re essentially in a trance when you say your vows, when you confess your everlasting love, when you seal the promises with a kiss and the priest declares you and Rollo wed. No one dares object, lest they find themselves at the receiving end of Rollo’s fury. The wedding is pleasant, as is all that happens afterwards. You share a waltz with Rollo in the grand ballroom, you indulge in delicious foods and sweet cake, and you and Rollo are nearly inseparable, especially when it comes time to retire for the nightly tryst all newlyweds look forward to.

When you finally come to, it’s in the early hours of morning. You’re lying in bed with Rollo, the blankets providing plenty of cover for your nude form, and the sun is just beginning to peek over the horizon. Your brain goes through the haze of events in an effort to understand how you managed to get here beside a very content, sleeping Rollo. But a substantial answer is shrouded in mystery, even more so when you spy the ring on your finger or the wedding attire discarded in pretty piles on the floor. The picture begins to paint itself, gaining clarity by the moment, but there’s still a shred of fear lodged in your heart.

You’d never agree to marry Rollo, right? So then how could you have possibly ended up here in the morning after a glorious wedding, after a night of consummation, in the arms of the man you only ever viewed as a friend?

[deceitful-darlings]

I have a question about thr 1st years gang bang au. Would MC ever try to go to the house wardens to tell them the situation? If so, what would happen?

I mean, they could try, but good luck in trying to. There’s 5 of them who came to an agreement for a reason, they’re well aware that in terms of the strength of the dorm leaders they’re far, far weaker. They work together specifically to make sure they get minimal opportunity to tell anyone about what’s going on, let alone the dorm leaders.

However if they did somehow manage...well, Leona wouldn’t give a shit, Azul at best would only assist if you signed a contract in return, Kalim is more likely to believe the convincing on the 5 of them as opposed to the 1 of them.

The ones who might help would be Riddle...there may be a rule somewhere about it. Vil may help in that it’d affect the reputation of Pomefiore, but there’s an equal chance that he may actually help him hide you just to keep him happy to make him follow his orders, and Malleus would probably be ok with it since Sebek has agreed to it, but I guess there’s a tiny chance he may assist getting them out of the harem, but only so that Sebek can have you to himself.

[wrathandgreed]

(I hope requests are still open) So ive been thinking. How about the brothers reaction to MC taking a large step away from them when ever one of them raises their hand up. It could be as simple as a high five. MC used to be in a abusive relationship and is paranoid about getting hit

Note: (For the record, I don’t know if you sent me this on purpose - I’ve never done requests; I’ve literally just put out my very first OM headcanons. But I figured I could try. I’ve never been in an abusive relationship, but a number of my friends have. I really hope I can do this one respect - if anything about this is not on the level, please let me know! Also, if I missed a trigger warning in the tags, or tagged this wrong, let me know. Also, for the record, I tend to like soft!Brothers and I really wanted them to try and be better - not put the onus on MC to “get over it” or anything.)

Second note: After writing this, I’m not sure that most of these guys would be a good choice for an abuse survivor! 

Third note: I am NOT good at keeping things short and, as usual, I went overboard with Asmodeus. Like, it should be its own fic at this point. But write what you want to read, right?

Warnings: references to domestic abuse, both physical and verbal. References to suicide baiting. Uncensored swearing.

~5K words

Lucifer

A strange choice; his perfectionism and exacting behavior sometimes make you remember how it was back in the human world; everything had to be JUST SO….or else.

And he’s threatened to kill you. Twice.

But there’s something inherently decent about him - and you live for the rare moments he laughs.

His perfectionism usually isn’t even about you, so you just kind of….ignore it.

You’re doing some of your RAD homework in Lucifer’s study.

It’s quiet there.

And, while he won’t do the work for you, he’ll definitely help when you’re stuck.

Also you can give him tea and soothing when he (inevitably)  gets upset at his paperwork - Mammon’s bills, Asmo’s bills, Satan’s bills (hey, dark magic books are expensive).

You start hearing the shifting and muttering that herald the beginning of the rant.

You gather the tea and walk towards his desk.

“Devil’s sake!” Lucifer suddenly snaps out, slamming hand on his desk as he reads yet another ridiculous piece of paper.

It’s not at you, the anger isn’t at you, you KNOW it’s not at you, but you freeze anyway.

Slammed hands on desks, punched holes in walls, hands on you, always hands - 

The cup of tea hits the floor and you’re out of the room before Lucifer can even look up.

He’s seen it all in your paperwork - the police reports, the restraining order, the lists of injuries - so he puts it all together before his study door closes behind you.

He knows better than to go after you immediately. You’ll want some solitude, some quiet on your own, to steady yourself a little.

If he goes after you now, it might frighten you more. Looks like hunting.

You need to know he’s calm, that he’s not acting or reacting out of emotion.

He takes his time cleaning up the spilled tea, straightening his papers.

When he shows up at your room, he has a mug of hot chocolate.

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out before he can say anything. You made a mess in his study, and he’s such a stickler for everything being neat. He was angry before, but he’ll be even more angry now.

“No, I’m sorry,” he returns, and offers you the chocolate.

(You blink once. Has the Avatar of Pride ever apologized before? If so, it was never in your hearing.)

The two of you talk quietly for a time. He insists that you don’t need to apologize - ever. He insists that, while he appreciates the tea-and-break routine, it’s 100% not your responsibility to control his anger. It’s his. He says that his anger isn’t good for him anyway (just look at Satan) and he needs to take a break when that hot feeling starts. 

Maybe he should start scheduling breaks; setting timers on his D.D.D. so that he no longer works long enough at once to let it all get to him.

He doesn’t want you afraid of him.

Mammon

Mammon is pretty much the only demon who HASN’T threatened your life. He often sounds irritated, but he’s never even sounded angry at you.

If anything, he’s a mush and an abuse victim himself. So he gets where you’re coming from, and tries really hard.

So you shouldn’t be afraid of him.

But….he moves too quickly. He’s constantly jumping from one idea to another, one topic to another, one emotion to another. And that’s just emotionally.

You can’t trust where his hands will be. Ever. And that’s not a sex thing.

Sometimes, his protection of you makes you feel safe. If anyone hurts you, Mammon will hurt them a thousand times worse.

He’s funny, and his hands on you are gentle, and once you tell him about your past, he tries really hard not to go back to his “stupid human” habit, because it hurts your feelings.

But sometimes, his protection feels like obsession. Why were you talking to that guy? C’mere, you’re MY human.

Then, inevitably, the tug on your hand or arm or waist, pulling you closer.

It starts simply enough.

You’re playing video games in his room. He’s not as much of a gamer as Levi, but he enjoys them.

Especially ones where you can be competitive or drive cars really fast.

He’s been getting more and more excited, coiled like a spring. And it’s from enjoyment, not anger, but that level of energy, in your experience, explodes at some point.

You get quieter, but that only makes him more boisterous. He wants you to join in the fun! C’mon MC, did you see that?! It was awesome!

After a really impressive win, he shouts in triumph and suddenly his hand is in front of your face for a high-five.

You recoil and hit the floor, crab-crawling backwards before you can stop yourself.

His look of complete confusion, in different circumstances, might be funny. He actually looks at his hand like he doesn’t recognize it.

He drops to the floor too, “Babe? What’s wrong? Y’okay?” And he reaches out a hand towards you.

When you flinch, he gets it.

He sits on the floor, stuttering out apologies, not even finishing one sentence before starting another. He makes sure he’s cross-legged, leaning back on his hands - non threatening, leaning away, hands not hidden, but not prominent, and in a position it would take him time to move from. 

When you start crying, he can’t maintain that pose and crawls towards you, pulling you into a hug.

If you resist, you know he’ll let you go. And that’s why you just curl into him instead, crying out on his shoulder while he holds you close - but not tightly.

“I jus’ need ya to talk to me….let me know if I’m gettin’ to be too much. I know I’m loud. Just….. jus’ remind me, I’ll never be mad.”

Leviathan

Boy already has anger problems.

Envy’s kind of prone to it, you know?

On the one hand, he literally attacked you over a piece of TSL memorabilia.

On the other, he’s generally harmless the rest of the time.

He’s meek and shy and terrified of touching you - so, 95% of the time, you feel super safe with him.

When you wake with a nightmare, when something jump-starts your fear response, he talks you through it, easily abandoning whatever game or anime he’s involved in.

He’ll only touch you when you ask, or when you reach for him first.

But then there’s the MMOs.

You know you should leave when he starts getting mad. Not in a victim-blame sense, but for your own mental health it’s probably not a good idea to be around him when he raids.

He ALWAYS gets mad.

You’re sitting in his room, so involved in your handheld that you forget it’s his raiding night.

(Usually you make study plans with Satan, or shopping plans with Asmo on his raiding nights. You don’t want him to give them up; he enjoys them, but it’s not good for you to be around.)

After finally completing a tough level, you pop your headphones off just in time to hear Levi swear loudly.

You go still as a string of swear-filled trash talk fills the room. Things you’d never expect shy, needy Levi to say. 

You know it really is just trash-talk - the threats of violence are just too absurd. Rip off their arms and use their own fingers to bowl their skull like a bowling ball? Really?

Also this is LEVI. Levi? The demon who needed you to taunt Mammon about his credit card because he couldn’t do it himself? He might be Admiral of Hell’s Navy and all, but he’s not exactly threatening.

You get to your feet, a little shaken but ready to just walk out of the room. It’s raid night, and this is why you don’t hang out on raid nights. You’re not comfortable around other people’s anger.

You’re halfway across the room when Levi suddenly shouts in frustration and throws his controller on the floor.

And you’re out the door.

Levi just glimpses you as he’s reaching to pick up his miraculously-unshattered controller from the floor.

“Henry?” He calls out, just a second too late.

With only one moment of hesitation, he logs out of his raid and goes to follow you.

You had less than ten seconds head start, but it takes him almost twenty minutes to find you, sitting out in the garden, gazing at nothing.

“MC?” He calls quietly. He doesn’t want to sneak up on you.

A single blink, and the tiniest flash of fear - he left his game to follow you. 

Calculation: extreme concern - or extreme anger. 

Conclusion: Undetermined.

So you wait.

“Are you ok?”

Okay, so not mad. “Aren’t you raiding?” You ask, instead of answering. You’re not ok, but you’re also not in the mood to talk about it.

“I, uh, h-had a, uh, power outage?” Even he doesn’t sound convinced, and you snort. Levi only has three modes: simple, stuttering, and verbose. Thankfully he goes with simple. “You ran out. I was worried.”

You debate brushing his concern off, but he deserves better than that.

“I’m not good with anger. Even if it’s not directed at me.”

“Oh.” Levi pauses as he considers. He knows the basics of what’s happened. “I - I mean, I could, you know, NOT - “

“No,” you say quickly and lean in to kiss his cheek. “You don’t have to change anything. Do your raids, make stupid threats to stupid players. Just….warn me to leave first?”

Levi nods, but he skips the rest of his raid to stargaze with you in the garden, arms wrapped around you from behind as he points out different Devildom stars and constellations to you. You get a lecture on how Devildom stars are used in Devildom sailing. It’s actually kind of interesting.

Satan

Okay, seriously? The Avatar of Wrath? Author speaking here, I literally can’t picture a worse combination than an MC who’s still recovering from domestic abuse to date the AVATAR OF WRATH.

Like, yeah, he has good control over himself, but he also loses his temper in a moment’s notice.

He has CANONICALLY tortured people for calling him strange.

He flips out with no warning and destroys parts of the house and his brothers just let him do it because he’s too powerful to control when he rages.

I can absolutely see MC falling for the quiet intelligence, the consideration, and so forth, but witnessing one (1) single rage should be enough to tell them that this relationship won’t be good for their mental health.

Let’s not even talk about the (again, canonical) desire for domination, power play, pet play, etc, that kind of defines our boy.

I mean, I love Satan. Out of all the bros, he’s the only one I could imagine legit dating in real life.

But I’m a little ball of rage myself, and I have no problem with anger, mine or anyone else’s.

And the fandom (including me) can totally play cute and love on their “soft little angy boi” all they want, and he definitely has soft, sensitive sides, and I may actively choose to ignore the whole domination/power play/etc when I fic or headcanon because I really love soft!Satan….. but he’s not.

I can’t even make a headcanon, because I cannot picture a situation in which this is actually GOOD for MC.

Because no matter how hard he’ll try and control it, and how much his rage probably won’t be directed at them, I just keep picturing “It won’t happen again” except it will, and it’ll just wind up being flashbacks to the number of times “It won’t happen again” ended in black eyes or an ER visit back in the human world.

And MC walking on eggshells for eternity to avoid setting him off, and how is that healthy?

Asmodeus

Another decent choice for MC, at least on the surface.

King of consent over here, at least how I picture him. Especially for someone he cares about.

Always accepts “no” about literally anything. Don’t want sex? We’ll cuddle. Cuddling a little confining? Holding hands is cool. Really don’t want to be touched at all right now? Gossip and tea! 

You were coming to really care about the Avatar of Lust, and you believed what Simeon said about him - how much he desperately needed love and affection. You got it; you needed some, too. 

I mean, even if he’d been a bit of a jerk, he’d warmed up significantly since the pact, so new that it still burned on your skin, was formed.

But even Asmodeus wasn’t without faults. However much he focuses on love, he can sometimes, really be….mean.

You’re standing on a balcony in Diavolo’s castle, having escaped for a few moments.

He’d always been catty, gossipy, filled with drama, but the genuine affection and likability of him sometimes made you ignore it.

His constant mocking of Luke you could put down to the whole angel/demon conflict. 

His occasional snapping or poking at his brothers you could put down to being stuck in the same house with the same people for literal eons.

The only thing that might make up for your awful existence is if you just ended it.

The words haunt you as you stand looking up at Devildom’s endless nighttime.

How many times did you hear similar words yourself? How useless you were, how much of a burden, no way you’d survive on your own without him, and he didn’t even want you that much. Why didn’t you just go kill yourself?

Dammit, you think to yourself as Asmo steps out on to the balcony.

“Darling! Why are you out here all alone? Or are you waiting for some company?”

When he goes to put his arms around you, you just say “no.” Simply, quietly, emotionlessly.

Asmo circles around to look at you. “Something wrong, sweetness?”

You take a breath. Another. You consider swallowing it, again, don’t want to start a fight. Back down, put on a smile, ignore it.

But realize you can’t. You spent years dealing with this crap, and you’re not going to do it again.

“You’re mean, Azzy.” Your voice is quieter than you expected. You look up into the demon’s eyes. To his credit, he looks deeply confused and, as you take a step away from him, hurt. Before he can open his mouth, you continue, “How could you say that to Mammon?”

“Are you defending MAMMON?” He asks, torn between incredulity and anger.

“Right now? Yes. But also Luke, Lucifer, and everyone else you talk shit to. Or about. He’s your brother. Do you have any idea how much it hurts to hear that out of someone you love?”

Dismissively, “Oh, if it actually bothered him, he’d - “

“What? Beat you up? That’s not like him. So he takes it. And takes it, and takes it, until, because it’s all he hears, he believes it. And then why fight back? Why defend yourself, if you’re such a piece of shit? You deserve it, after all, right?”

You don’t even realize it, but you’re crying by this point. And you’re mad. All the mad you couldn’t fling at your abuser before is filling you now. You don’t even know if you’re talking about Mammon or yourself anymore. Maybe both of you.

“And even though he’s beaten down, you keep going. When he won’t respond to the usual anymore, when that doesn’t seem to hurt him, rile him up, you go worse. You told your brother, who you claim to love, to kill himself. We’re barely even friends. So what happens when I annoy you? Should I just go die now, save you the trouble of telling me to do it later?”

You step right up to him, into his personal space, almost nose to nose, and stare directly into his red-yellow eyes. “Is this who you are, Asmodeus?”

Asmo has gone from defensive; incredulous and angry, to baffled, hurt and worried in just a few minutes. But at your last, pointed question, he jerks his head back as though you slapped him. Not knowing what to say or do, he reaches for you again, but you dodge his hand and brush past him back into the castle.

You get Solomon, the only one who won’t ask questions, to switch rooms with you. (Luke is thrilled; teaching him to play gin rummy actually cheers you up a little.)

For a few weeks, you and Asmodeus pass each other in the House without speaking.  Then, one evening, there’s a knock on your door and Asmo slides into your room.

He looks….well, not awful; he could never look awful. But the glow is gone from his skin and, unless you’re mistaken, he hasn’t bothered doing his hair. He looks like he’s missed some sleep.

You look up from your homework and watch him. Silently. It’s not your job to fill the silence anymore.

More than most of them, Asmo despises being vulnerable. But it’s fix this or not, and the pact is pushing him to be on good terms. At least, he blames the pact. It’s easier than acknowledging how much the weeks of silence have worn on him. How awful it was watching you walk to class with Mammon instead of him. 

And no matter what, he values honesty in his relationships, no matter what kind of relationship. So he would be honest.

“I don’t know,” he says quietly.

Lean back in your chair, hands folded. Waiting.

“I don’t know….if that’s who I am. Maybe it is.”

“Why are you here, Asmo? What do you want?”

“I want you to stop ignoring me!”

Steady face. “I spent too many years having someone talk to me the way you spoke to your brother. The rest of it - the gossip, the side comments, the cattiness…. it’s not your best side. In fact, it’s pretty unattractive when it’s mean, but I could handle it. But I can’t handle cruelty. I don’t want to be around it anymore.”

A pause. “What is my best side then?”

Disgusted, you chuck a pen in his direction. “Fuck’s sake, Asmo. Get out.”

“No! Not, not that. If that’s my bad side, the **unattractive** part, then what’s the other half?”

You search his face, but he doesn’t seem to be fishing for compliments. If anything, he looks….lost. Confused. And you wonder if anyone’s ever said anything to him, good or bad, about who he was; not what he looked like or how he fucked. 

It’s not your responsibility to psychoanalyze a demon, you think to yourself. But you’re not someone to walk away. You wonder how it’s possible for someone to be thousands of years old, and know less about themselves than you know about yourself in just a few decades. And you have nothing to lose by being kind.

“You can be wonderfully kind, Asmo, and generous. You want to see the beauty in everyone and everything. As nasty as you can be with it, I’ll give you points for honesty. You connect with people, and the times you’re actually genuinely interested in them is….charming.”

He’s silent for a few minutes. Then he nods, as if he’s made a decision. “Okay. Tomorrow, after RAD, do you want to go for bubble tea?” At your confusion, he just smiles and continues, “It’s like skin care, isn’t it? Attractiveness requires effort, darling, until it becomes habit. If I want to be attractive inside as well as out, I’ll have to practice the good things, so they outweigh the bad. I can’t do that alone. I need a practice partner who won’t tolerate failure, right? At least until it’s habit.”

You feel your entire brain have to reboot before you can give a coherent response. 

“Tomorrow. One hour. I have papers due.” You wait until he leaves your room before you smile.

Beelzebub

Probably the best choice for this MC.

The most emotionally intelligent of his brothers.

Also the most sincerely kind and gentle.

But also, like Satan, prone to sudden outbursts and rages. They’re all food-related (or, rather, lack-of-food-related), but they’re there.

A smart MC always carries snacks while dating Beel. Phone, wallet, keys, fried bat wings.

Strangely, though, the food-induced rages don’t really bother you. It’s not anger, really, and it’s never once been directed at you. And, unlike back in the human world, there’s a concrete way to help: feed him.

Today you have a whole backpack full of snacks.

You’re with Belphie, watching one of Beel’s games at RAD.

(You’re not sure Belphie wants to be there, but you’re not allowed out alone, and Belphie decided to take you - keep you safe and support his brother. Two birds, one Belphie.)

Belphie tends to nap against your shoulder any time the ref goes to make a call, but he’s somehow always awake to clap for his brother. 

(You stand on your chair and cheer, but that’s you.)

The game is a close one; double overtime. Even Belphie is too tense to sleep towards the end.

And at the end of double overtime, Beel manages the single extra goal that results in victory.

You cheer yourself hoarse for your demon boyfriend.

The whole stadium is crazy, so you hang back and wait. Belphie hates crowds and you’re not keen on them yourself. It’s going to take awhile for Beel to make it through the crowd to you anyway.

You’re standing in the aisle, scrolling through your phone, when suddenly there’s a loud shout and arms wrap around you from behind and lift you up.

You gasp, and your scream strangles in your throat so what comes out of you is nothing more than a squeak. Your phone goes flying.

You’re frozen for a moment as panic surges. You want to fight and you’re fighting your own brain to push the panic into your limbs so you can fight for yourself.

You vaguely feel a tugging and you hear someone - Belphie? - insisting that you be put down and then your feet are on the ground but there’s no such thing as your legs and you start to fall before the same arms help you gently sit. The ground is gross, but you’ll only care about the damage to your skirt later.

Everything is fuzzy and confusing; you’re not even sure of what you’re looking at until your vision is filled with blue and violet.

You know that swirl of color. That’s a SAFE color, and you start feeling your poor brain start to work again.

You blink into your boyfriend’s blue-violet eyes; you realize he’s cupping your face with his hands and the weird underwater noises start to sound like his voice. You realize, very belatedly, that what probably happened was Beel lifting you up in a victory hug.

“M’okay,” you say, but it sounds robotic. It takes a few more seconds - you don’t know how many - for all of your senses and brain to actually begin working in sync again. You start hearing the sounds of the crowd departing the stadium, and you hear Beel continuing to say your name and trying to get you to answer questions. You almost smile; but smiling wouldn’t make any sense.

“I’m okay,” you say, and you must sound a little more convincing this time because Beel looks relieved. He shoots a few more questions at you, and you realize they’re the kinds of questions people get asked when someone thinks they have a concussion or head trauma.

Your answers satisfy him, so Beel helps you to your feet. 

“What was that?” He asks. “Low blood sugar? Are you hungry?”

You have to smile at his very-typical diagnosis. A little sugar wouldn’t hurt, though. For some reason, eating grounds you after something like this. You dig a chocolate bar out of your Backpack of Snacks (Snackpack?) and hand the rest to him.

He impatiently takes a bag of chips out of it but doesn’t open it. He looks at you expectantly and you realize he won’t eat until you do. So you take a bite of the chocolate and he looks more relieved.

“So what the fuck WAS that?” Belphie asks as the three of you move towards the exit.

“Later.” You haven’t yet found a reason to really tell Beel (and, by extension, Belphegor) about everything. You do later that night. 

Beel swears he’ll never surprise you like that again. He’s a lot more cautious about touching you for a few days, but eventually things go back to normal between you.

Belphegor

Author note: Dude fucking murdered you, deliberately, in cold blood, and taunted you for your gentleness and desire to help as you died. But let’s say you can get past that - or try to. Probably the second-worst choice, after Satan, for this reason.

You started dating Belphie for the strangest reason: you could trash-talk the shit out of him.

He kept trying to be around you after you made the pact (which, let’s face it, you made so you could MAKE SURE he never hurt you again). Until, after politely dodging him wasn’t working, you told him to take his emo-boy routine and fuck off somewhere else.

You flinched, waiting for retaliation, but he just blinked at you and told you to stop being a brat.

And he was smiling.

But it wasn’t a mean smile - it was a smile that shared the joke.

Your lips quivered into a returning smile, and you threw another insult at him.

He topped it, and hurled one back.

Before you knew it, the two of you were screaming obscenities at each other in the middle of the common room and laughing like hyenas.

For some reason, Belphie calling you a dumb bitch wasn’t an insult. It was a mark of endearment. And it didn’t hurt your feelings or make you afraid.

It was empowering to call him a dickhead if he did something you didn’t like and have him simply laugh and amend his behavior. Nothing bothered him.

He didn’t move quickly; in fact he didn’t move at all if he could help it.

But you would remember, sometimes, the way his hands felt on your throat, or how cold his eyes had been. And you couldn’t say it was a momentary madness, because he’d planned it. He’d been imprisoned because he wanted to kill humanity.

You put it out of your mind. It was something you were good at, after all.

Until the two of you sat down to watch a movie one evening. A simple plot hole sparked a discussion that wound up being….not an argument, but definitely a difference of opinion.

As usual, insults were flying fast and furious when suddenly Belphie laughed and smacked you with his pillow.

It wasn’t an angry move, and it wasn’t hard enough to hurt. It wasn’t a hard blow at all! But the surprise had you falling back on the couch. And the fear had you curling into a ball, arms wrapped around your head protectively, legs curled up to guard your middle.

There is dead silence.

“Hey, Brat?” Belphie asks. When you don’t answer, he calls your name instead.

You slowly, very slowly, begin to uncurl yourself from your position. It takes time for the residual fear to leave, but enough is gone to leave room for embarrassment. 

“Sorry,” you mutter. 

“I get it,” is the answer.

Cue awkward silence.

“I figured you were still afraid of me.”

“I’m not!” When he just stares blandly at you, you sigh. “Okay, a little. If you wanted to hurt me - again - you’ve had a ton of opportunities. So I don’t think you want to. But…..”

“It’s a hard thing to get over.”

“Yeah. And not just you.” Hesitantly, you start to tell him. You want to just give him the basics, but once you start talking, you can’t seem to stop. He doesn’t interrupt, barely seems to blink, just watches you. A blank vessel to help you empty the poison that fills you sometimes.

You see his jaw tighten as you go on, but you know the anger isn’t at you.

When you finish, he’s silent for a few moments. Then he gathers you up to him. “I’ll never hurt you,” he says.

You look up at him with the same bland look he gave you a moment ago.

“Again,” he amends. “I’ll never hurt you again.”

You let out a watery laugh and he hugs you a bit tighter.

“You’re still a brat, though.”

[lvlcurrent]

I just love your artwork, and its great to meet another Satan stan Anyway, have you ever lucid dream before? I have no problems having Satan appear in my dreams. Him holding my hand and smiling at me warms my heart

[pops-and-kids]

Happy Birthday Marco. *hands him a yellow jasper gemstone* Its yellow, like your hair *walks away*

Marco blinks as you hand him the gem and leave right after saying your peace. “...Thank you, - yoi!” He calls after you. He had to admit, the stone was pretty. Maybe he’d get it turned into an accessory later on.

[yamineftis]

I've been enjoying reading your posts. Because of Sanji's actions, I think of him as the most disloyal member of the StrawHats. If a beautiful woman is involved, he would gladly sacrifice himself. Makes me wonder what would happen if a woman was literally killing Nami in front of him, how would he react?

Hello! and Thank you!!. I agree he’s the most disloyal in the most literal sense of the word, but the story won’t frame it like that ever, it’s more like his chivalry is so glorified it’ll always be used as a good enough excuse for the shit he does and thus never face consequences nor any callout.

As for that scenario, if it were a trans lady he’d kick her butt for sure, if it were an ugly lady maybe he’d act on it while trying to remain a “gentleman” somehow. But if it were a pretty lady? that scenario will never happen lol Oda would never put Sanji in that situation because he doesn’t think Sanji needs to change, and if it did happen, I think someone else would save Nami at the last second while still patting Sanji’s back for “sticking to his values” or some crap after he is seeing suffering so so soooo much cuz he just can’t hurt a ladyyyyyy oh my what can he dooooo, she no evilllll she is being manipulated for sure!!! cuz women never bad!!! not at all!!! and after all of his suffering, cuz oh man of course it’s not about Nami who is about to die, it’s about Sanji’s feelings!!! he’ll have remained strong with his values!!!. It’s easy to guess considering how in Whole Cake Island, ya know “Sanji’s arc”, a woman literally hurt his sister and threatened her, his friends and the guy himself, yet Sanji was still willing to go past it cuz she pretty. Oda just won’t let Sanji’s chivalry be seen as a flaw, the story will always glorify it so I’m not holding my breath waiting for Sanji to develop as a character, he’ll stay a jokey asshole that thinks he has the right to peep on women bathing just because he’s a “man”. Ugh.

[eferhilda-drake]

My first attempt drawing a dragon. So proud of myself. Commissions are open

[its-sunnybunny]

why did no-one tell me that tall,dark handsome trope was abt Italian guys, this whole time i thought y'all were talking about some fine ass dark skinned man 😭✋

@eferhilda-drake

[onigiri-writes]

Hi I was wondering if i can get a matchup. Im 22 woman with dark skin and an introvert. Im generally pretty quiet unless around with friends. I love to draw. I also have a hard time telling when someone is joking. And when i do, I sometimes dont know how to react so I answer with a serious answer. A weird thing i do is sneaking around family members and friends and scaring them

I got youu and ik sorry took so long also it a little short😗

I match you with.....

EMI FUKUADO AKA MS. JOKE:)

•she never fails to brighten your day and bring a smile to your face even on your worst days

•she brings out the best in you and loves to pull pranks with you if you let her

•she adores your laugh and would do anything just to see you smile

•your relationship is proof that Opposites attract

@eferhilda-drake

[mabyemaybe-blog]

Yandere!Neito Monoma Headcanons

Requested by @eferhilda-hurricane-drake. Accidentally deleted the original ask :/

“Monoma” is a play on “monomania”, a word meaning “an obsessive interest in a single subject”.

He’s half obsessive, half protective. In his favourite fantasy, you’re the main character and he’s your sidekick who would do anything to protect you.

When you train together, he defends you so you can attack without worrying about getting hit. He practices this in social situations, coming to your aid when you feel awkward and glaring at boys who look at you creepily.

His innocent protectiveness becomes dark when he starts following you home, sometimes staying a while. He won’t let you do anything yourself and beats up boys who do as little as ask you for a pencil.

He doesn’t care about beating 1A anymore. Now, his obsession is you.

[fanimesenseiwrites]

So, did a little more research...

@eferhilda-drake mentioned that Diavolo says "incubi" in the Enchanted Pudding Devilgram so I reread it and sure enough, he does.

Which means @getbehindme-satan was probably right when they mentioned how Japan celebrates Valentine's with the women giving gifts in February and men reciprocate on white day in March.

I personally have a hard time reconciling this because MC is gender neutral so that they can be whoever you want them be (including, but not limited to, a male).

Oh well, I'm probably just thinking too hard about it. 🙃

So, I finally gave Satan a box of chocolates and this is part of what he says:

(Picture is of a Surprise Guest interaction with Satan. Text in picture reads: "By the way, there is an entire line of demons and succubi that want to give you chocolate.")

And I just have so much I want to say/ask about this.

First of all, I love that the MC is so loved/ liked/ respected/ admired at this point that so many unnamed characters would want to give them Valentine's gifts.

Secondly, and this requires some explanation, is the fact that Satan mentions succubi specifically.

I personally subscribe to the theory that succubi are bottoms and incubi are tops with no bearing in mind on gender/sexuality (based on Latin roots and all that jazz). So I'm over here thinking, that if only succubi want to give MC gifts, are they trying to imply that MC is a strict top???

Even if we revert back to the original theory that all succubi are female and all incubi are male, what does it mean that just the female sex demons are wanting to give gifts to MC? Especially given that the MC is gender neutral.

Then there is the third and most likely, but least interesting option, that the game devs did not intend for succubi and incubi to be two discrete classifications and that succubi is the catch-all for sex demons in general. It's still kinda interesting because that's so many characters that almost definitely want to have sex with the MC.

Which leads me my last and spiciest question, how would the brothers react to all those demons wanting to give MC all that chocolate.

Satan seems pretty chill about it based on the fact that he told you. Satan seems like he'd be pretty secure in his relationship with MC anyways. I do think that Lucifer would be irritated by all the attention MC was getting and Satan would thrive off of that of course.

While Lucifer would be irritated at the sheer amount of presents and attention MC was getting, he wouldn't do anything about it. He'll just be extra possessive when they're alone later and remind them that they're his.

Levi and Mammon will be the most insecure about this, of course. Mammon will, at best, be grumpy and pouty and at worse he'll try and fight a demon or two... or twelve. If Levi is not removed from the situation he WILL fight somebody. If it were just two or three demons, he could handle it and he'd just be all mopey, but if this "line of demons" is as long as I imagine it being, then the Avatar of Envy is going to show off today.

Honestly, Beel's gonna be the most chill about it, especially as long as MC shares their chocolate with him (which they probably will, I mean, they got a lot).

As long as MC doesn't get more presents than Asmo, I think he'll be fine. I really think Asmo will only have a problem if MC rakes in more presents than Asmo gets from all his fans and admirers. Other than that, Asmo will be happy that everyone realizes how wonderful MC is.

Belphie literally will not care as long as he's the one snuggling you at night.

I think Simeon and Solomon would actually be a little jealous but they'll be good natured about it.

Luke will want to protect MC from all the extra attention, even though the demons actually don't want to hurt MC.

Diavolo actually loves that so many of his subjects love MC so much, it's more or less proof that the exchange program works. Though he might be a little jealous too... he'll just have to buy the MC something besides chocolate.

Barbatos has already checked the timeline to make sure none of the chocolate MC receives is cursed, enchanted, or poisoned. Other than that, he doesn't interfere with MC receiving presents.

Sorry, I didn't expect to have so many feelings about one sentence lol

[merakiui]

I'm just imaging the trio rewarding the kids when they get told that Mc was trying to escape. Do you think some of them would even lie just to get a reward? Like Mc could be going out to retrieve a toy that was left outside by one of the kids and next thing she knows, she comes back for punishment while her child who lied is just snacking on something

Some of the kids will, which is very unfortunate because you’ve tried (and failed) to teach them that honesty is the best policy. The trio truly believe that this is the right thing to do. Having so many eyes on you, especially when incentives and rewards are given for good behavior (in other words: telling on you to the trio), limits the possibility for a successful escape.

In most cases, they can tell when the kids are lying just to get snacks and toys. And while the trio love to spoil the kids, they’ll occasionally remind them that lying all the time isn’t right. Usually when they know one or more of the kids is lying they’ll simply take the opportunity to embrace you, kiss you, enjoy a peaceful moment for however brief it may be. Punishments are never delightful, and they wouldn’t just punish you for things you didn’t do. That wouldn’t be very fair, and the trio are fair…at times, for the most part, at least.

But you won’t entertain anymore escape attempts, right? You can’t leave them and, most importantly, you can’t leave the children. They love you dearly, even if some of them will readily stretch the truth and get their precious mommy in trouble for a delicious treat.

[space--butterflies]

eferhilda-hurricane-drake replied to your post: so like... Each arc in this show lasts like one or...

Its kinda if a good thing. The last thing we want os for the anime to be uncomplete. But then again since the manga is still ongoing the anime will have to make up a ending. Hopefully its better than Soul Eater’s

Anime these days are doing seasons so they can work with the source material and not be loaded with filler arcs like Naruto or completely diverge from the source material and have a new story entirely like FMA 03 So I wouldn’t worry about them having to come up with an ending. :)

[lvlcurrent]

Seeing you and a few others drawing black MCs makes me want to contribute. Though it'll be weird as I ship my oc from my original series with the brothers.

go for it! 😋 ++that’s not weird at all! as long as youre having fun there’s no harm in it, that's what selfship and oc x canon is all about!

[schachbrett]

eferhilda-hurricane-drake

  Anyone out there know any good LawLu AMVs?

One with clips from the anime or pictures?

clips from the anime pls  (´ ∀ ` *)

[mauesartetc]

What do you think of characters that act the opposite of what they look like? Like a character who wear sweet lolita, but is shy and keep to their selves? Or maybe a character who dresses refind, but is brash and violent?

Idk why, but I just find it kinda fun cause its reverse expectations.

I think it puts a fun twist on things, but ideally a successful character design should convey some of that character's personality to the audience. It doesn't have to come through the clothing, but it could come through the pose and expressions.

A while back I answered an ask about Loona from Helluva Boss, mentioning that one way to make her characterization more interesting would be to give her a bubbly, cheery disposition that clashed with her gothic attire. Let's see how that would look.

Despite looking the same, this is clearly a different character. Reminds me of the Teen Titans body swap episode where Starfire switched places with Raven.

(Body swaps are a great way to practice drawing your own characters' mannerisms, by the way. If you can recognize who's occupying the other person's body through poses and expressions alone, you're doing great.)

So yeah, I guess clothing is a more accurate indicator of taste than personality. Personality can certainly influence taste, and of course there are other factors at play here, such as time period and occupation. But for the most part, personality becomes more evident through how the character behaves rather than what they wear.