#fallen order icons

[calkestis]

CAL KESTIS | TRILLA SUDURI Star Wars Jedi: Survivor (2023) Star Wars Jedi: Fallen Order (2019)

[merrinpics]

[hoorayforlesbians]

Could you do the Second Sister from Jedi:Fallen Order + the lesbian flag? With both helmet and helmetless please

I got you! ☺️☺️

[groundrunner100]

For the most iconic villain in entertainment history, it’s only fitting he has the best lines to boot.

[armoralor]

Nightsister Merrin icons | requested by @cmbdragon98 ✰ reminder that T*RFs can fuck off, only interact if you love trans & nb women ♡

[cleanrotfangs]

Bode Akuna & Dagan Gera, Star Wars Jedi: Survivor

[noturnurse]

She should be able to kiss boys ... AND girls. both. both is good.

[evermarch]

people often use snow’s experiences with lucy gray as an explanation for how he engages with katniss, but i think that the true story of his downfall lies not in how lucy gray and katniss are similar, but rather in how they are different.

snow knew that it was never him that made the games what they are. it was lucy gray, with her scrappy, passionate artistry, that put on the show that kept people watching. more importantly, it was lucy gray that put on the show that kept HIM watching. all he ever did was give her the stage.

ergo, snow recognizes that the person with the power to usurp him is his natural counterpart, someone like lucy gray, who possessed both the charisma and humanity that he sorely lacks. however, in his mind, those traits are not real; they’re performed in order to obtain power. how could he know better, when he’s never experienced them himself, and the only person he ever truly believed possessed them betrayed him?

so snow keeps his eye out for performers, people with gravitas who could capture the heart of the nation, and squashes their spark as soon as he can. people like haymitch. people like finnick.

and that’s where snow goes wrong. he doesn’t see katniss’ similarities to lucy gray from the start, because while they both demonstrate astonishing, intriguing bravery at their reapings, their actions and motivations are completely different. lucy gray is motivated to perform by anger for herself, and katniss is motivated to sacrifice herself by fear for her sister.

but then katniss starts to put on a show for the audience, kissing peeta and being willing to die with the berries at the end of the 74th games. snow starts to see an entirely different side of katniss that resembles lucy gray to a concerning degree. he sees how, with peeta at her side, she could beguile the nation the same way lucy gray had. and, even worse, she was using the poor, helpless boy who had the misfortune of falling in love with her to survive. the moment katniss started performing, he finally sees lucy gray within her. but it’s already too late.

by catching fire, katniss is the spark fanning the flames of the resistance, but snow fails to understand why. as far as he’s concerned, katniss’ star power comes from her connection to peeta. he tries to weaponize their “love” for his own gain, but it doesn’t work, not because people don’t believe that she loves peeta, but because, for the first time, a victor offers their winnings to the family of a fallen tribute.

snow is caught in a catch 22 of seneca crane’s making—if he kills katniss, she becomes a martyr. but if he lets her live, she’ll be a revolutionary icon. either way, she’s the spark. so he has no choice but to allow the spark to flicker, just for a little while. enter the 75th games. snow knows he needs katniss to die a tragic death in the games. more specifically, he needs it to be a brutal death at the hands of a tribute, not the gamemakers, because he understands that as long as the districts see the capitol as the one who ended the life of katniss everdeen, she’ll still be a martyr.

but snow still doesn’t get it. in the quarter quell, the prey does not become predator. katniss’ allies protect her, ensuring she survives until district 13 rescues her. why would they protect this girl, assuming such a steep personal risk? why would they put everything on the line for a revolution they personally stand to benefit little from? he doesn’t know. but he does know that lucy gray katniss is at the center of it all, so he tries to eliminate what makes her look best: peeta.

and that is snow’s fatal mistake. what he, coin, and everyone but haymitch fail to understand is that it was never peeta that made katniss look good—it was katniss, who befriended and put faith in rue. katniss, who recruited mags, wiress, and beetee as allies. she is the source of revolutionary inspiration. it isn’t her charisma or even her compassion, and it certainly isn’t how well she performed those virtues.

katniss becomes the mockingjay because of her solidarity.

lucy gray was charismatic, like peeta, and compassionate, like both peeta and katniss, but she did not demonstrate solidarity. she was never truly “district” in the way katniss is. she showed kindness to jessup, not because he was from 12, but because he showed kindness to her. lucy gray left behind everything and everyone she loved when she left coriolanus, because she was first and foremost a survivor.

katniss was a survivor her whole life, but she survives exclusively to ensure the people she loves are protected. she always does what she can for people more vulnerable than herself. lucy gray couldn’t have sparked a revolution on her own because she lacked the solidarity that makes a hope for a better future authentic to others. katniss is the human manifestation of solidarity, and to a people divided by a common enemy, that’s the most inspiring thing a person can be.

only in the end, when katniss shoots coin, does snow realize none of it was a performance. choking on the blood of his countless adversaries, snow’s final moments are consumed by what he got wrong. what made lucy gray and katniss different ends his reign, but ironically, the final nail in his coffin is an act that both lucy gray and katniss share in their last moments with snow. they both prove, unequivocally, that he is not the center of their worlds like they are his. lucy gray put her own survival before her love for him, and katniss puts the future of her nation before her hate for him. in the end, he simply doesn’t matter. and that’s greater justice than could have ever been achieved if katniss had fired her arrow into his heart.

the greatest enemy to coriolanus snow could only be the person who reignited the embers of a dying revolutionary fire, who demonstrated to a broken people that while one spark alone might not be enough, thousands of sparks uniting in solidarity is an unbeatable force.

and really, he should have known better. after all, even when snow lands on top, fire melts snow.

[sheeezu]

My diary, few days before I shifted. (I discovered this VERY late, I know I've said I didn't write anything down, but I did write sometimes, but they are scattered over notes and notion on different accounts, I didnt write regularly.)

I want to post this, in order to let others know, while I shifted I also struggled like anyone else, the tone is feigned confidence. In brackets are my comments, right now.

"The night will come.

Dawn would peak through my window soon.

I would be waken from my slumber still in the same reality."

Maybe. Maybe there's a way around it, to end my suffering, my fear of something as insignificant as waking up, maybe the sun that peaks through my window is from home. Maybe I'm four year behind time. Maybe once I wake up, everyone has disappeared and I can dance in the abandoned streets. Maybe the sky would have fallen, maybe I'd wake up to a flooded and drowned world, straying away in the water on my mattress. Maybe the apocalypse might have occurred, I'll wake up in a frenzy, and then i won't have to worry about college, will they finally hault the exam result? Would that buy me more time.

Tonight I saw in my dream. *** (dr name) walking confidently through my college's doorway. I looked all victorious and mighty. But why did I see myself, from 3rd person point of view, when I am me, that's me! I am that posh and neat looking person. I am the one with the radiant smile, looking so dreamy even in a dream.

I want to merge with all of it. Every particle of soil from my home.

A beautiful lyric speak, although it is a rewording of the iconic, "did the chicken come first, or the egg?"

"Did love came first, or was it the lover?" (This is from an urdu song, translated)

For me it sounds, did my home exist first, being the starting point of my soul, or was it me who created it with my soul?

That's too deep of a discussion to pick up now, I just know it's my everything. All I care is me being there. To be able to walk without my eyes looking to the ground once.

Anyways, I end up writing so meaninglessly, that I exhaust myself.

What I've learnt about shifting, today: there is no requirement for order in my existence. Just because I fell asleep here, doesn't mean I'll wake up back here. That's too... humane, I rise up the need to look at the time. Hardwork ≠ success, the sooner I unlearn this the better. Its dangerous if I follow it. It'll only lead to me being another donkey in the system. In my vein flows the path back home, I just need to feel where the wind's direction is. I've talked about time before, oh dear circumstances! You're just colors flashing on the screen.

I will simply, just be there. I will simply be where I am supposed to be.

I've been better mentally, I am too ashamed to do anything, I always pretend that ***(deceased loved one) or people from home are watching me. I haven't talked to many people today, everyone is asleep. I am tired but I can't sleep, I end up daydreaming about home! I feel tingly, I feel like being on the verge of shifting, I'm too excited to see what it'll be like to convert it into ACTUALLY shifting, I will hand craft a method for myself. I'll think about it!! Definitely. Right now I am going to distract myself from this reality, I will be writing, and play THE playlist in the background. :)))))

Please deliver my love to *** (dr s/o) and dad!

[reveryfics]

Unmasked

Peter Parker x Male Reader

Summary: Lost in your art, your unaware of a wounded Peter sneaking into your room.

A/n: Andrew is my all time favorite spider-man, also my gay awakening but we don't talk about that. Requests open.

You sat hunched at your desk, a fortress of solitude built from the very posture of your body. Your legs were drawn tightly against your chest, a desperate attempt to contain the swirling anxieties within. Your fingers, stained with charcoal, moved with a practiced rhythm, sketching yet another iteration of the iconic Spiderman. It was a ritual, a way to channel the chaos of your own world into the ordered lines of a masked hero. Drawings, scattered like fallen leaves, littered your desk, each a testament to the hours you'd spent lost in your own thoughts. They climbed the walls, pinned like desperate pleas for understanding, a silent gallery of your inner world.

The music, a wall of sound, blared in your eardrums, the headphones a tangible barrier between you and the outside world. It was your sanctuary, a place where the world's harsh edges were softened, where the anxieties that gnawed at you were momentarily silenced. You were desensitized, numb to the subtle shifts in your surroundings, the gradual opening of the fire escape window a phantom breeze you didn’t register.

And then, he was there. Peter.

He sat on the windowsill, a shadow against the dim light, his eyes glazed with a pain that mirrored the ache in your own heart. He watched you, a silent observer of your world, his chest heaving, each breath a struggle against the agony that wracked his body. He pulled himself through the window, the thud of his landing a jarring intrusion into your carefully constructed world.

You spun around, startled, the music momentarily forgotten. And there he was, on the floor, struggling to rise, a crimson stain spreading across his clothes. Your breath caught in your throat, a wave of panic washing over you. You were so consumed by the sight of his blood, the raw, visceral evidence of his pain, that the familiar red and blue suit, usually a symbol of hope, registered only as a blur. "Peter," you whispered, the name a fragile, broken sound.

He looked up, his eyes meeting yours, and a flicker of that familiar cheeky smile, the one that always made your heart flutter, appeared on his lips. "Hey baby, fancy seeing you here," he huffed, the words laced with a pain he tried to mask.

Your hands, still smudged with charcoal, trembled as you wiped them on a nearby cloth. You moved with a frantic urgency, pulling him towards your bed, your touch gentle yet desperate. You helped him sit, his weight heavy against you, his eyes never leaving yours.

Without a word, you began the arduous task of removing his suit, your fingers fumbling with the clasps and zippers. You rushed to the bathroom, the hallway stretching endlessly before you, a frantic search for the medical supplies your mother had pilfered from work.

Peter's eyes followed you, his gaze intense, his body flinching at the slightest touch, a silent testament to the pain he endured. He watched as you cleaned his wounds, your touch delicate, your brow furrowed in concentration. He saw the tears welling in your eyes, a reflection of the fear and helplessness that gripped your heart.

His hand closed around your wrist, his touch surprisingly firm, halting your ministrations. "Who did this?" you asked, your voice barely a whisper, the question a desperate plea for answers.

Peter hesitated, his eyes filled with a conflict you couldn't decipher. He had kept his secret, the weight of his double life a burden he carried alone. But now, seeing the pain in your eyes, the raw vulnerability etched on your face, he knew he couldn't hide anymore. "Curtis Connors," he mumbled, his voice hoarse, his fingers scratching at his face, a nervous tic.

You fiddled with the wrap in your hands, the silence stretching between you, thick with unspoken words. You recognized the claw marks, the brutal, animalistic wounds. You knew that look, the one you had seen countless times when he arrived with unexplained bruises, the flimsy excuses of clumsy accidents and school bullies.

"I should've told you," he whispered, his voice laced with regret, the words a confession and an apology.

"Yeah, you should've," you replied, your voice soft, your eyes filled with a sadness that mirrored his. "Doesn't mean it'd hurt less seeing you this way." You rubbed antibiotic ointment over the wounds, the cool gel a small comfort against his burning skin, before wrapping the wounds with careful precision. Every wrap was a silent promise, every touch a reassurance, a desperate attempt to mend not just his wounds, but the silent chasm that had grown between you.

"I'm so sorry," Peter whispered, his voice rough with emotion. He shifted slightly, the movement a wince, and his gaze locked onto yours. "I thought… I thought if I didn't tell you, if I kept you out of it, you'd be safe. That you wouldn't get hurt." His eyes, usually bright and full of life, were clouded with a deep regret. "I was so wrong. I see that now. It wouldn't have made a difference. You would’ve found out eventually, one way or another." The admission hung in the air, a heavy weight between you.

You understood. You understood the desperate, misguided logic behind his silence. The need to protect, even if it meant lying, was a familiar ache in your own heart. "I know," you said softly, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "I understand why you did it. But Peter, I'm not worried about what you are. I'm worried about you. About you getting hurt." Your voice trembled, the words a raw expression of the fear that had been gnawing at you. "Seeing you like this… it's worse than anything."

He reached out, his hand finding yours, his fingers intertwining with yours. "I know, I know," he murmured, his thumb gently stroking your knuckles. "I'll try to be more careful."

After you finished cleaning his wounds and found some of your older brother's clothes, which were slightly too big but comfortable, you both settled into the quiet intimacy of your bed. The dim light from the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the room, softening the harsh edges of the world outside.

"These are really good," Peter said, his gaze sweeping across the drawings pinned to your walls. "The Spiderman ones, I mean. You really capture… him."

A small smile touched your lips. "You're just a good muse," you replied, your voice soft. "No matter what face you're wearing." You turned your head, meeting his gaze. "You always have been."

He chuckled, a low, warm sound that filled the room. "Even when I'm covered in bruises and blood?"

"Especially then," you countered, your eyes sparkling. "It adds a certain… dramatic flair."

He laughed again, the sound less strained this time. "You're something else," he murmured, his eyes filled with a tenderness that made your heart ache.

The silence that followed was comfortable, filled with the unspoken words that hung between you. You could feel his warmth radiating beside you, a comforting presence in the quiet darkness. It was a moment of fragile peace, a stolen moment of intimacy in the midst of chaos. You knew the world outside was still spinning, still dangerous, but for now, in the quiet sanctuary of your room, you were safe. And so was he.

[merrinpics]

[miru667]

The whole Once-ler family is working full tilt!

Here's my full piece for the VK Onceler Zine! I was very lucky to get to be a part of it...🥹 I used concept art as my inspiration this time: [link] Keep reading below for my process vid and all my director's commentary!

Thank you for being curious! Here's a video of my WIPs:

Deadlines were TIGHT for this zine! We were given only 2 months (compared to the 6 months I had on the previous onceler zine), so to make sure I could finish on time, I decided to do only base colours and lighting, with almost no shading anywhere. Still, trying to balance all the colours took the longest for me, as you can see in the vid. xP

Also idk if anyone noticed, but for the face I chose to use an already existing onceler doodle: [link] Why? Well, why not! I really liked that doodle and I didn't want it to go to waste. 😆

Things that I enjoyed sneaking in:

-the golden spiral! Vaguely, at least! At the very least I hope your eyes can follow the order of thneed production, from the fallen tree at the window to the tuft harvesting to the thread spinning, to knitting the thneed and then drawing up plans for bigger and better things, and then ending with him pulling on his iconic glove to show he's going to take control now

-15 cents, a nail, and a great great great grandfather snail, as well as a tin pail since that's where you're supposed to deposit your payment

-combining things from the 2012 movie and concept art, the 1972 movie, and the 1971 book (e.g. that funny wrench he uses to fix pipes)

-Miss O'Schmunce-ler! You can see from the vid that I added the bracelet pretty late, because it was a late decision to have a Miss O'Schumunce-ler somewhere. I chose her to be the one picking up the pencil in the end, since she's pretty good with a pencil in the movie hehe. You guys can pretend the arms holding the phone is Miss Funce-ler.

-a thneed, a seed, and a (grickle grass) weed on the floor. The thneed is just the first of many that will soon create a giant pile. The seed lies forgotten in the corner. The weed is foreshadowing the future.

-hinting that Lorax and Once-ler were actually good friends, like they were in the Lorax musical stageplay. 🥺 I kept this part of the script in my mind for this piece:

This was aftermath Once-ler talking to the Lorax, reminiscing on their good times...and also being stupid and inconsiderate because the Lorax was in fact there all along as his friend, trying to warn him of what was going to happen. 😔

So in my zine piece we're witnessing a peaceful time before all the real biggering really starts. I like to think that in this scene, the Lorax had been sitting on the Once-ler's lap, holding his gloves for him and having a nice chat together with maybe some harmless bickering, but then the Once-ler gets a phone call so he cuts their convo short and rolls his chair over to the window to answer it. Putting business over friendship as usual, of course. Inspo for the lap sitting comes from this fanart by Emi that I love: [link]

What else...the parts that I'm proud of the most are the stool (I spent 2 days just drawing this stool), the curtains, the fact that I was able to include every truffula colour, and the Once-ler's pose. I was close to giving up on that pose because I had no idea how to draw it but I'm glad that I tried again. I wanted to show him at ease during a stage in his life that we never got to see much: the happier and more innocent days of his biggering when he only had a small shop. 😊

That's all, I think! Thanks for reading if you did! Once again it was an honour to be part of this zine!!

[bennysblabbering]

A Meaningful Gift

Kinktober: "Pet Play" || Keigo Takami x reader

contents: post-canon, sub!hawks, powerbottom!reader, hurt/comfort, emotional sex

words: 3k

(an image is linked when the gift is mentioned!)

g/n afab reader

↓ Fic below the cut ↓

Ever since losing his quirk during the war, your boyfriend was never quite the same. Losing his wings the first time was hard enough, but at least they made somewhat of a return with his smaller and narrower pair. This time, his wings were completely destroyed with absolutely no chance of coming back. Those radiant scarlet appendages were everything; his identity, the source of his quirk, and his icon both as a hero and a person. Who was he without his flight? What good is a bird of prey if it falls to the level of its flightless kin? Lately, he’d been feeling useless and broken. But to you, his partner, he was the same man you’d fallen in love with; he always would be. 

Recently, you spotted something online and knew you needed to buy it immediately. Luckily when you’d approached him and asked for his measurements, he didn’t bat an eye. Both Christmas and his birthday were approaching fast, and he’d made the assumption you were buying him some new clothes; he did need new shirts without holes in the back anyway. Of course you had bought some clothes as well, but this one was something special. You were crossing your fingers that this would make him happy- you’d been trying everything to bring that charming smile back onto your lover’s face, but you hadn’t seen it in so long you’d been starting to forget what it looked like. 

If you were brutally honest with yourself…his change in demeanor was putting a strain on your relationship. You knew this was something he couldn’t help; it’s expected to be depressed from grieving over the loss of a sense of identity. But…the time you spent together started to dwindle. Not only were you going out together significantly less, but your life in the bedroom had taken a severe hit. Only months ago you were making passionate love for hours, but now he’d hardly even kiss you goodnight. Every time you asked him if he wanted to talk about his feelings or if you could help him in any way, he’d just brush you off. 

Your heart and body yearned for the way things were in your early relationship, with burning devotion and a youthful giddiness. The way you felt about him was something you’d never quite felt with anyone before, and you’d do anything to keep from losing someone who meant the world to you. 

As you’re sitting on the couch, your phone lights up with the notification that your order was delivered. You hop up excitedly to make your way over, opening the door and picking up the package. It looked so plain and unassuming- one would never be able to tell what the intimate contents were inside just from looking at it. Walking to the dining table, you find a pair of scissors to cut the tape around the edges and lift the lid, gasping at how beautiful it was in-person. You pull it out of the fancy tissue paper and turn it in your hands to get a good look at it.

An elegant red leather harness with small wings protruding from the back. Wings that looked so much like his. 

-

“Hey birdie.” You greet your boyfriend as he gently closes the front door from being out making appearances- despite being retired, he still had quite a bit of publicity work to do. His face briefly tenses at the nickname; in his eyes, he’s not your birdie anymore. He’s not a birdie at all. He lets you continue to use it because he knows you find it cute, but on the inside he wants to say he’s not worthy of that name anymore. He silently gives you a small kiss on the cheek, gently placing his hand on your waist and stroking it for a moment before heading towards your shared bedroom.

“Wait.”

He stops walking and turns to you with a hint of inquisitiveness in his eyes. “Hm?”

You nod to the couch with your head, asking him to move in the direction. “C’mere. Sit with me. I’ve got something for you. For us, I guess.” You offer him an affectionate look with a soft smile. Now curious, he walks over to sit on the soft seat, resting his arms on his knees as he bends over slightly. Making room for large wings was second-nature to him, but he often forgot he no longer needed to accommodate for them. He sighs, remembering the empty space behind him, leaning back and crossing his legs. “What is it?”

You start to feel anxious as the reality of this was finally hitting you. Would he like it or would it just traumatize him further? Would he be offended? At such a sensitive time in your relationship, this could make or break everything. Well…it’s too late to back down.

“You know Christmas and your birthday are around the corner, and I found something online that made me think of you. I wanted to wait, but I got too excited.” You chuckle nervously as you reach under the piece of furniture, pulling out a medium flat box, adorned with a shiny bow. “I’m sorry if you don’t like it. Honestly, if it makes you mad…I would understand that too.” The box is passed to his scarred hands from your shaking ones as he takes in the pretty packaging. The golden eyes of the exhausted man observe the bow of the matching color, humming. “It’s pretty.”

You smile with a huff. “Yeah. The gift is on the inside, though.”

He snorts, the first time you’ve heard even a hint of a laugh from him for weeks. Your heart flutters with that same feeling it had every time he laughed when you had a crush on him so long ago, unbelieving it would ever be mutual with someone as wonderful as him. 

He slowly unties the bow with his fingers, delicately opening the lid as if it were made of glass. He takes in a gentle gasp as his brows raise in surprise. He turns it around a few times and closely inspects the wings on the back, tears pricking in the corners of his eyes. He curls his lips in, trying so hard not to do what he’s been wanting to do most for so long.

“Oh my god.”

A single tear runs down his cheek and he knows he’s done for. The walls he’s had up ever since his career came down have finally begun to crumble as he leans on your shoulder, softly weeping into the crook of your neck. Your heart pounds hard in fear as you take a moment to wrap your head around what’s happening. “Did I fuck up? I’m so fucking sorry, I never meant-”

He drops the harness onto his lap, taking your face into his hands as he presses his quivering lips to yours. This is by far the most he’s expressed himself in a long time, and your intense pulse of fear switches to one of love. Your hands instinctively move to embrace him, one wrapping around him and the other weaving your fingers through his hair as the two of you share a kiss that feels like the first time all over again.

He loves it.

Parting from the kiss, your eyes meet with his and you let out a relieved laugh. “I was so scared when you started crying.” He chuckles in response, sniffling with a small smile. “No, no baby, I…it’s…beautiful. I don’t deserve you.”

“Yes you do,” you respond with a bump on the forehead and a kiss to his nose. “My pretty birdie.”

His smile fades a bit, his amber gaze falling to the floor; he chews on his bottom lip as the tears on his face continue to fall. “No…I’m not. I’m not anyone’s birdie anymore.”

You shake your head, tutting as you move your other arm down, wrapping him in a tighter embrace. “Hey, don’t talk like that. You’ll always be my birdie. Always.” You sit up, sliding your hands around to the front of his waist and wrap your fingers around the bottom of his shirt, pulling it up just an inch. “You wanna put it on?”

He sniffles again, nodding and wiping away a tear from his cheek with the back of his hand. “Yeah…yeah.”

Lifting his shirt up and over his head, you can see the major scars littering his back; the burns from the first time still clearly visible, as well as the ones from the final war. You place a few kisses to his exposed back before leaning in to whisper into his ear affectionately. “Thank you for letting me see you like this…I’m sure it’s hard.” He nods with a deep breath. You’ve seen his back a million times, but never after the last war. He pulls the leather straps over his head, finding the right places to stick his arms through. 

He feels nervous and vulnerable as he sits and waits patiently for you to tighten the straps. When you're finished, you wrap your arms around him from behind, giving him a soft kiss on his neck. “You look beautiful, my love.” You place another kiss, smiling against his skin. “My birdie.”

You swear you hear him whine in response. 

He turns his face slightly, his cheeks adorned with a red dusting as he smiles a little. “Yeah?” 

You gently stroke his waist before moving your hands to his torso, petting affectionately. “Yeah.”

He reaches back, scratching your scalp as the blush on his face deepens. “Do you…do you remember that leash we used to use?”

You blink. “Like, during sex? I…yeah. What, you wanna…..”

He gulps. “Yeah….yeah, I miss that. It was nice.”

“You know, I gotta say…I was anticipating a lot of different reactions, but ‘turned on’ wasn’t one of them.” 

You both share a laugh for a moment before your gazes meet and soften. He scratches the back of his neck awkwardly, looking away in embarrassment. “I know it’s been awhile since…we’ve done anything, it’s fine if you don’t wanna. ’Specially since I was just, you know, crying and all.”

“No, no, it’s okay…I want to.” Your lips find their way to his neck again, this time more sensual and lingering a little bit longer. You haven’t been able to kiss him like this in a long time, and now that he wants it, you can feel yourself heating up quickly. You kiss his neck again, biting down gently and sucking. This time, his whine is clearly audible.

Talking in a low and intimate tone, you speak softly against his neck. “Let’s go to the bedroom…I still remember where the leash is.” A small happy chirp escapes him- despite losing his quirk and wings, his subtle bird-like tendencies still ran in his DNA. You scoop him up into your arms, carrying him bridal style as he looks into your eyes like you hung the stars in the sky. His love for you never left- it was just buried under the rubble of the war. All he needed was a little help to dig up and find the surface.

You nudge the door open with your knee, setting him down on the sheets gently. You place a small kiss on his forehead with a smile, stroking his chest before standing up to make your way over to the closet and rummage around.

“Where is it….aha!”

The glint of the chain catches your eye, and you pull it out of the corner, awkwardly wiping off the dust with your fingers. It wasn’t anything fancy, just a silver chain leash with a black leather handle, but it was enough for the both of you to enjoy using. He was more of a giver in bed, and he especially loved when you’d attach the leash to a pretty collar and order him to do things to you while playing up on his bird-like tendencies. 

“Hm…so this is what you missed?” You turn around, holding the leash wrapped around your fingers, wiggling your hand playfully with a smirk. Your eyes can’t help but take notice of the visible tent already present in his pants. Looking back up at his face, his blush has deepened and he has a bashful smile. He nods, acutely aware that you could tell how excited he was.

You attach the clasp to the metal ring on the center of his chest with a soft click as he looks up at you with the biggest innocent doe eyes you’ve ever seen. Putting him in this mindset again has him remembering just how enamored he is with you. You’ve always been so sweet to him, taking such good care of him and treating him like the pretty bird he is. He sighs and hums as you stroke his cheek, closing his eyes as he slowly falls deeper into subspace. “Hmmm…”

You chuckle, letting go of the leash for just a moment as you pull your clothes off and kick them to the side. Picking the leash back up, you tap his chin.

“C’mon baby bird, open your eyes. I want those pants off, now.”

He nods quickly as he lifts his hips off the bed, pulling down his pants and freeing his erection. He was clearly very excited by the way it stood completely upright, standing tall and proud with a reddened head. You lick your lips and gaze down at him with heavy eyes. “Someone’s eager, isn’t he~?”

He whimpers, nodding again rapidly, his painfully hard cock twitching at your words alone. “Didn’t realize how much I needed you. ‘S been so long. I need you bad, baby.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“What do you need then, hm?”

He swallows, his expression that of a needy puppy as he looks up at you with pleading eyes. “I need…I need to be inside you, please…I miss it so much…please…”

“....please what?”

“Please….master.”

“Good boy.” You finally join him on the bed, crawling up to the pillows as you lay on your back with open legs and pull on the leash, asking him to move on top of you. “Come.”

He instinctually responds with a choked whimper as he crawls on all fours up to you. You spread your folds for him to see, and his pupils blow wide from seeing you were just as excited as he was. He lines his now leaking cock up to your entrance, pushing in with a long moan from the both of you. You hadn’t felt the pleasant stretch of his cock in ages and it felt like heaven. 

Once snugly nestled entirely inside of you, your eyes meet as you sigh. You hum softly as you stroke his cheek, and he leans into the touch with a subtle chirp. You sneak your fingers up to run your fingertips through his tawny locks, as soft as ever- he’d been growing it out again and it was almost to the length it used to be. 

You pull his head down to meet his plush lips with yours; as your lips slowly press against one another, he starts to move his hips, slow enough that you could feel every inch every time it slid in and out of you. You could feel the perfect stretch on every inward thrust and it made you gasp every time. Parting from the kiss, you lean your head back into the pillow underneath you and keep a strong grip on the handle of the leash as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“Good boy…that’s a good fucking boy…”

Upon hearing the praise, he starts to thrust a bit faster and with more vigor, clearly motivated by your encouraging words. “Y-yeah? I’m your good boy?”

You chuckle, nodding as you moan a bit louder, your body being pushed back and forth with the force of his body moving against yours. “Oh yes, so good for me, my pretty birdie. My good little baby bird. Keep going, you feel so good…”

Your praise and motivational words make him even more eager to please you, wanting to make up for every moment of intimacy you both had lacked for a while. He places his hands on your hips, thrusting as hard as he possibly could, feeling his sanity and ability to hold back slipping away.

“W-wanna make you feel so good, master…a-are you feeling good?”

You could barely make out words anymore as your eyes roll back into your head with the intense pleasure, only being able to respond with a meek nod and a few shaky words. “G-good…r..rub my clit…please…”

He nods, reaching a hand down to press his thumb against the sensitive bud. You respond with a loud cry as you pull on the leash, craving his lips on your exposed skin. He complies obediently, placing warm and wet kisses along your neck and collarbone while continuing to fuck into you like his life depended on it; right now, every bone in his body wanted only to please you. Nothing more, nothing less. 

You feel a familiar tightening in your core, and you don’t even have enough time to warn him before your climax crashes over you. One hand grips onto the leash and pulls him impossibly closer, the other wrapping around him and holding onto the harness for dear life as your orgasm completely takes hold of your body. He closely follows suit, pressing his hips against you as hard as he can, filling you with his cum with a drawn-out shaky moan. A wave of euphoria synchronizes your bodies as you both orgasm simultaneously, uniting once again after such a long time without. 

He stays inside you for another minute, laying on top of you with a satisfied exhale. “Fuck…that was incredible. I love you so much.”

Your fingers find their way into his hair again, and you turn to look at him with a tender and loving smile. “I love you too.”

You reach down to unclip the leash, but keep the harness on; it was clear that wearing it would help him cope a little easier. It seemed that all your boyfriend needed was just a little reminder that he would always be loved, no matter what. 

Wings or not, he would always be your pretty birdie.

[witless-winion1]

Everything’s changed since Polites…

Eurylochus swallowed, watching as Odysseus leaned against the mast. Falling asleep. Honestly, it was a miracle the man had lasted this long- nine days was incredible.

But why was he forcing himself to stay awake that long? What was in that gods-damned bag?

The crew whispered around him day and night, murmurs of suspicion and unease. What’s in the bag? Treasure, like the strange wind minions of Aeolus? Or something more sinister?

“There’s no way there’s a storm in the bag,” one had muttered to his friend over dinner. “What bullshit. Just because he says it’s from a god doesn’t mean it’s plausible.”

“Bet he just doesn’t want to share,” another shrugged.

“Enough, both of you,” Eurylochus had snapped, sick of listening to them. But he regretted it when they looked over at him.

“Like you’re not curious,” the second had rolled his eyes.

“Aren’t you supposed to be the representative of the crew? Can’t you just go peek at that bag?” The first asked, taking a drink from his cup with a raised eyebrow. Eurylochus shook his head firmly.

“No. I trust the captain. Whatever’s in that bag, he’s withholding it for the good of the crew.”

“What are we, children?” The first scoffed. “We’re grown men. We deserve to know what’s going on.”

Eurylochus had dismissed them both, ordered them to hurry up with their dinner and go above deck for their night shifts.

But for all his confidence, he could not stop thinking about that godsdamned bag.

Somehow, it even got into his dreams! He woke up one night, sweating, shaking, hearing the screams echoing from inside the bag. They sounded eerily similar to the ones from the cyclops’ cave, from the comrades they had managed to save, and those they hadn’t.

It was driving him mad.

And so, when Odysseus finally passed out, having forgotten to lock his cabin door in his sleep-deprived haze, Eurylochus cast a glance around the deck, before slipping inside.

Odysseus was flat on his back, an unusually vulnerable position for the war-hardened king, snoring directly at the ceiling. It made Eurylochus think of the time when, in their boyhood, he had fallen asleep leaning on him after some particularly tough training with Athena. Eurylochus had merely shaken his head and carried Odysseus back to the palace; he knew not of whether Euryclea had ever told Odysseus how he’d woken up in his bed when he’d last been awake in the middle of the forest.

And tucked into- or rather, slightly squashed under- his arm, was that cursed bag. It looked so plain, but there was something game-changing in there. He could feel it.

He slowly stepped forward, stealth difficult with his size, but he could make his touch gentle as he carefully shifted Odysseus’ arm off of the bag, grasping it by the rope it was tied with, lifting it from the bed-

“Eurylochus.”

He froze at the familiar voice, punctuated with the slightly-less-familiar thump of wood on wood. The wind bag hung in the air, blatant evidence of his crime.

Polites was standing in the doorway, an uncharacteristic frown on his face. He leaned heavily on his crutch, and Eurylochus winced at every thunk it made as he limped deeper into the captain’s room.

“My friend, what are you doing?” He asked with a rare tone of sternness. The barely-healed scar puckered his downturned lips, his head wrapped with both bandages and his deep red headband. Perimedes had once joked you couldn’t tell where the bloodied bandages ended and the iconic headband began.

Eurylochus couldn’t make himself meet his eyes, slowly lowering the wind bag back down beside the captain’s arm, though his grip on it only tightened. “Polites. Aren’t you supposed to be in the infirmary getting your bandages changed? It’s almost sunset.”

“Don’t change the subject. My bandages can wait ten minutes.” Polites hobbled closer, and Eurylochus was surprised at how tempting it was to shrink back from the smaller man’s displeasure. “Tell me why you’re betraying our captain’s trust.”

Eurylochus looked down at the sleeping king’s face. “Polites, do you really believe that there’s a storm in this bag? Surely you agree that his claim is absurd..”

“Just because it is absurd does not mean it is impossible. We have seen stranger things in the war, have we not?” Polites pressed. “And if he is telling the truth, opening that bag would put us, all of us, in danger. I was awake for the storm, remember? I may have been in the infirmary and wasn’t seeing most of the damage, but it was bad enough to reopen one of my wounds just lying still, for goodness’ sake.”

Eurylochus pressed his lips together. “The crew is mistrustful…”

“The crew does not know him as well as you and I!” Polites thunked closer, close enough to place his free hand on Eurylochus’s arm. “My friend, you know Odysseus has our best interests at heart. And we know Odysseus is doing everything in his power to get us home fast, safe and sound. He would not do anything to jeopardize that. He’s a warrior of the mind- well, Athena may have revoked that title when they fought,” he muttered. “But that’s beside the point. What reason would our Odysseus have to lie to us about something so dangerous?”

Eurylochus still couldn’t meet his eyes, his face now flushing with shame and embarrassment. Polites was right; he was being paranoid. Perhaps the war had taken a greater toll on him then he cared to admit to himself.

He slowly lowered the bag back into Odysseus’ patiently waiting arms.

Polites smiled at him, and nodded once. “Thank you, my friend.”

Eurylochus sighed and shook his head. “Thank you, for helping me see reason,” he murmured, finally meeting his old comrade’s gaze.

His glasses were cracked and crooked, but behind them his eyes were still shining with that same earnestness they always had, the same openness that Eurylochus had always admired.

Polites shook his head, gesturing him towards the door. “It was nothing. You can relax, my friend. It can be our secret.”

Eurylochus hesitated, then shook his head as he followed Polites’ clunky steps toward the deck. “No…we’ll tell him when he wakes. I don’t like keeping secrets. He should know what a fool his second-in-command is.”

Polites chuckled lightly, stepping out into the wind of the sea and the rays of the brilliant sunset, tousling his curly hair and sparkling on his glasses. “If that helps the guilt inside your heart,” he murmured, bumping his elbow against Eurylochus’ side. Eurylochus would have returned it, had the idea not caused him great fear of hurting his still-recovering friend.

Eurylochus nodded. “Yes…now go get your bandages changed up. I’ll stand guard outside his door and make sure no one tries to make the same mistake as me.”

Polites smiled approvingly. “Good man.”

And with that, he hobbled off towards the infirmary. The light of the dying sun reflected off the wine dark sea, leaving Eurylochus to do the same on his actions.

[synergysilhouette]

Disney hero/villain tropes and personalities I'd like them to revisit or try for the first time.

An optimistic male lead. Pessimistic leads are a dime a dozen, so having someone who's more innocent and sees the world in a positive light would be awesome.

2. A male hero/female villain dynamic. Male villains are more common than female in Disney canon (though the female villains have better odds of being iconic), and usually when we have a female villain, we have a female hero. It'd be neat having a male protagonist and a female antagonist.

3. A villain who's kinda right, or has selfless or selfless-adjacent (ie not "I'm doing this just for me," but "I'm doing this for someone I care about--and maybe me too") intentions and bad methods. I feel like Disney has done this trope before (or at least tried), but I'd love them to do this more; a complex villain who CHALLENGES the protagonist to grow as a person, whether they're doing "I'm selfish but now I understand how it hurts others" or "I thought I was doing everything right but now I see the situation isn't so black and white."

4. A forgotten/fallen hero as the villain. I like the idea of someone who was originally a typical Disney protagonist, only to get to a situation where they gave in to their fear, hope, despair, grief, etc. I remember the 2015 remake of Cinderella doing a really good parallel to how both Cinderella and the Tremaines had suffered grief, but while it embittered the Tremaines, Cinderella held strong, making them resent her further (particularly Lady Tremaine).

5. A shy Disney protagonist. Most Disney protagonists are pretty outgoing and/or social, so having someone who isn't the best at socializing would be a cool Disney lead--plus if it was a musical, the singing could either all be done from the protagonist and co's minds rather than out loud, or the protagonist only sings when they think they're alone. Perhaps they eventually gain the confidence to sing publicly.

6. A hero and villain romance. This may not be something that you wanna have with a film that caters to a younger audience (glamorizing abusive relationships and such), but if done correctly, I like the idea of a villain redemption and subsequent falling in love with the protagonist. As such, they'd probably have to be a secondary villain in order to keep their crime/kill count low. It's a controversial idea, but I do like the enemies to lovers trope (note: ENEMIES to lovers, not two people who pester, annoy or argue with each other then fall in lover over time; not a fan of that).

[demonvibez]

Clueless

A/N: These requests were just too good, and I had quite a bit of fun with it. Karen Smith is such an icon, I had to take this idea and run with it, lol. Mostly fun, a few serious parts. Hope you guys like it - may expand on this later (perhaps with an nsfw version). Anyways, enjoy! ♡ Characters: Demon Brothers x GN Reader Word Count: 3.7k+ Rating: Teen [Suggestive Themes] Tags: gn reader, dumb reader, implied violence, suggestive themes/implied sex

☆ LUCIFER:

-> He believed it all to be an act at first - surely he and Lord Diavolo had the sense to acquire a human for the exchange program that would actually be up to the task to complete it. Surely you were just pulling a prank on him, much like his younger brothers would. You aren't actually this dense...right? 

-> Feels even more responsible for you than normal, so he feels the need to keep a tight leash on you. You bring a lot of chaos to the Devildom, and he can't have you ruining any reputations (yours, his or Lord Diavolo's), so he practically becomes your shadow in order to minimize any mayhem you may cause - especially since you're so prone to injury.

-> Has a hard time punishing you - your obliviousness causes you to have a hard time taking any of it seriously. He'll never forget the first time you started giggling during one of his lectures, after he caught you and two of his brothers destroying the kitchen. After many headaches, he's had to come up with whole new ways to deal with you - most of which are torture via boredom.

♡ He's not sure when, but somehow, he began to find you rather endearing - and next thing he knew, he had actually fallen for you. No one is more shocked than he is - maybe it's the innocence in your eyes when you look up at him, or the way your smile brings a blush to his cheeks. But now he can't help but to feel affection for all of those dumb little things you do. You have turned the Lucifer Morningstar into a full-blown morosexual for you, and there's no turning back for him now - he is beyond smitten with you, although he does often question himself. "How can a human such as you stir such emotions within me?" So innocent, so earnest, so loyal. Many aspects of Lucifer's life is difficult, but loving you is so easy.

♡ As the Avatar of Pride, he has no issues being very blunt with his feelings for you. The night before, he stays up late in his study, writing several drafts of the confession he plans to recite to you over dinner at Ristorante Six. He knows you, after all, and wants to make himself very clear.

♡ He loves that you depend on him, he practically lives for it. You constantly need his help and protection, and his already ineffable Pride gets inflated every time you turn to him with those innocent eyes and pouty face of yours. It gets to a point where he is used to always being with you - you fall into a synchronicity, a routine. It gets to the point where Lucifer even asks you to move into his room; he would love to share the space with you, and it would just be much simpler for you both - he knows what's best for you, after all.

-> If anyone ever questions his relationship with you, he shuts it down instantly with a singular murderous glare. Pride is unshakable, but Lucifer is still prone to annoyance. He'll string them up in the middle of the RAD courtyard without even breaking a sweat. Nothing like a little public shaming to show the naysayers who the true imbeciles are.

☆ MAMMON:

-> Idiocy loves company, and he's beyond glad to have you in his company! Two peas in a pod, no wonder Lucifer stuck the two of you together!

-> He loves how easy it is to rope you along into pulling schemes with him - he's never had a better partner in crime! And when the two of you inevitably get caught by Lucifer, your cluelessness tends to come in handy.

-> He also loves how your grades are equally bad! It means he won't have to suffer the wrath of Satan's study sessions alone anymore.

-> Pretty much becomes your shadow when he notices how clumsy you are - any human would be in danger in the Devildom, but your stupidity leads you into more peril than normal. After a couple of minor injuries (and a scrape with a lower demon), Mammon decides it's best if he doesn't let you out of his sight. Lucifer put him in charge of you after all, he's just doin' what he's told!

♡ But in all honesty, it's another way you two connect. He loves all the crazy times you two have together, the impulsive adventures you get yourselves into. He feels like you both understand each other better than anyone! The only problem is, between his tsundere act and your extreme obliviousness, your relationship is stuck in limbo. All of his brothers' teasing goes right over your head, and a flustered Mammon usually denies it while trying to hide what a blushing mess he really is. Until, one day, he can't take it anymore - "I'm in love with ya, ya big dummy," he blurts out as the two of you ride in his Demonio 666. 

♡ And ever since that random Tuesday afternoon, you and Mammon have been inseparable. You two are truly like twin flames - consequences don't even matter as long as you're by his side. He'd take a million lectures, be strung up a million times, hell he'd even cut up his credit cards into a million pieces if it means he gets to keep you forever. That dumb smile of yours is worth more than all the Grimm in the Devildom, and he'd do anything for you to flash it at him, even if just for a moment. He wasn't sure he believed in soul mates before, but now that he has you, he's damn sure you're his.

-> No one really gives Mammon grief about his relationship with you, seeing as you're a perfect match made in Hell (affectionate). But you can imagine if they did, they'd suddenly find themselves in more debt than the Avatar himself. And if that doesn't work, he'll fight for ya! Mammon is no stranger to winning a scrap ;)

☆ LEVIATHAN:

-> He makes a lot of assumptions about you at first - you're just another basic normie, aren't you?!

-> Sometimes believes you are mocking him with your questions - especially when it comes to his special interests. How can you possibly be so clueless?! He's explained this game to you literally ten times?!?! You must be inting or something!! You have to be doing this on purpose!!!

-> Also believes your forgetfulness is on purpose, thinking you secretly hate him - or at the very least, don't really care for him. He figures when you agree to hang out with him that you're either just being nice, or are too dumb to figure out how to get out of it, so you must just go along with it. So when you forget him, he thinks you're purposely ghosting him for someone better.

-> He eventually confronts you about all of this, only for him to be met with a confused look on your face. The two of you awkwardly chat it out, and afterward he starts to think that he may be the bigger idiot for making so many assumptions.

-> But once he understands you, you start to grow on him - you remind him of that one MC from 'Oops! That Normie Who Dropped in from Another Realm is Now My Bestie and I May Be Developing a Crush!' and how they may say and do stupid things, but it's actually kind of endearingly cute! And they're so soo loyal! Wait, you actually kinda look like them, too. Prepare yourself - new cosplay incoming, courtesy of Leviathan. He does second guess himself over it a bit - Is it weird if he makes the matching cosplay to go along with yours? It's totally weird, isn't it?! No it isn't, because you're too dumb to think too deeply into it! But he will overthink it all the same.

♡ Not the best at openly talking about his emotions, and he doesn't want to ruin your current relationship with him, so it may be more difficult for him to get across his feelings to you. He keeps dropping subtle little hints in the hopes that you'll eventually pick up on it. And if you never do, one day he just blurts it out (after numerous pep talks from his brothers). He tries writing a confession in the notes app of his DDD to read off for you, but he gets so nervous he drops his phone and ends up just shouting, "I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU!!!" - after which is followed with a flurry of apologies from the otaku demon. 

♡ And after that, you find yourself practically living in his room - and he finds himself purposely losing at games so that you can get a few wins, all to see that excited look on your face that he adores so much. He truly has found his player two! ^.^

-> It would be unusual to find the hikikomori demon in a social situation where someone is questioning your relationship to his face - he does spend a lot of time defending you online, however, and has been successful in getting a few of your haters' accounts nuked. RIP.

☆ SATAN:

-> Honestly annoyed by you at first. You just ask so damn many questions, and it seems like you don't even retain the answers. 

-> Then one day he overhears Lucifer lecturing you about your failing grades - Challenge accepted. You are now his new project. How hard could it possibly be? It would be quite the accomplishment for him, and he's sure it will annoy Lucifer in the mean time! Seeing him put so much effort into the stupid human is sure to throw Lucifer off of his game! The Old Man will think he is plotting something nefarious, but-

-> Ahem. Anyways, expect your bookshelves to rapidly fill up with gifts from him - with everything from textbooks, to picture books, to entire series of epic novels. Expect him to be over after dinner every night, to sit with you an indulge in one of these books. He'll let you pick something most of the time, but he occasionally becomes insistent of one of his own picks - the erotica he reads to you tends to go over your head, anyways.

-> Quickly finds he has to adjust his teaching style, having to go over rudimentary concepts with you multiple times. He's much more patient with you than he is with Mammon his brothers, his temper non-existent as he slowly repeats the lesson to you again. He knows you are trying your best, and is willing to put in the same effort you put forth. Occasionally you do aggravate him in this regard - he usually just takes it out on the first one of his brothers he sees, instead of you. Thankfully.

-> He's unsure what it is about you, but something about you really calms the wrath raging within him. Maybe it's your carefree, peaceful nature that soothes the storm within him. Maybe it's that adorable smile that can light up the darkest of Devildom nights. Maybe it's the way you never fail to make him laugh when you make Lucifer lose his temper. Either way he hasn't failed to notice that his days are better with you in them.

-> Sometimes his patience for you does wear thin though - especially when your stupidity gets you hurt! 'You're not going to survive in this realm if you keep acting so thoughtlessly,' he says through gritted teeth, as he patches up the lacerations on your arm - caused by you touching a killer plant adorned with a very large warning sign. He does his best to keep his anger within, but he's yelled at you a few times, almost desperate to finally get his point across to you.

♡ It is quite obvious to him why he has fallen for you, so he wastes no time in planning his confession. He knows his romantic gesture will have to be overt, the goal being that you truly comprehend understand his feelings for you. A thoughtful gift along with a handwritten letter, simply stating how he is deeply in love with you - and if any confusion remains, he'd be happy to explain. 

♡ And after that, he spends each day with you in bliss. As the moonlight illuminates the pages of his book, he softly reads the words to you; and as you fall asleep in his arms, he knows that this is what true happiness is. He may never be allowed in the Celestial Realm, but being with you makes him feel like he's already there.

-> If people question his relationship with you, they only do so in hushed tones - no one wants to be on the receiving end of his Wrath, especially after that one demon went missing after gawking at the two of you on a date.

☆ ASMODEUS:

-> Excited to adopt you into his inner circle - he knows someone like you would be the perfect little doll for him! He already thinks you're just oh so adorable, and it will be incredibly easy for him to turn you into his little Mini Asmo.

-> New style, new hair, new everything! Be prepared to truly become his twin, for he wants you to become his shadow. Doesn't even take him much effort to convince you to change your schedule to match his! 

-> Asmo is definitely the Queen Bee of RAD, but you're basically the Queen's Hand - he regards your thoughts and opinions highly, as if they are the royal decree. He may also lightly tease you at times, wanting nothing more than to see the many cute faces you make, but he would never stab you in the back. HBIC's have to look out for each other, after all! 

-> Your grades actually go up, shockingly enough, thanks to Asmo having his fan club do all of your schoolwork. You don't have time for that nonsense! 'Pamper and Pre-Game' with Asmo is way more important than writing some silly Devildom Law essay - you don't wanna be late to the Fall, after all!

-> The two of you pretty much run the school, constantly making waves and setting trends. You get your own fan club, but you also have a fair amount of haters! Either way, all eyes are on you, and every dumb little thing you do ends up going viral online. Some days you're being praised for your fashion, others you're being meme'd for your clumsiness. And of course, Asmo always helps you take advantage of these moments, good or bad. Never a dull day on the Devilnet!

-> He especially loves that your air-headedness leaves a lot of room for you to be open minded to experimentation (or maybe you're just easy to convince, hehe). It's lead to a lot of wild nights in his bedroom, with the two of you experiencing unfathomable euphoria - those nights will forever live rent free in his mind. Perhaps he can convince you to let Sol join the two of you next time...

-> On the other hand, he notices he has to keep an extra sharp eye on you when the two of you are out partying together - your obliviousness has almost led you to a few dangerous situations, one that ended up leaving Asmo's strawberry-blonde hair stained crimson. He is now hyper-vigilant over you, always guarding your drinks and cutting in on the dancefloor.

♡ How could the Avatar of Lust not fall you for? His best friend, his partner in crime, his darling human~♡! He comes to the realization that he loves you even more than himself, and that he must start making a plan! The date of all dates to sweep you off of your feet and right into his arms~♡ He knows he'll have to be clear and concise when he makes his confession - not only are you a bit dense, but his usual Avatar of Lust brand of affection may make it... confusing for you, to figure out that he truly loves you romantically. Whatever, who cares! He'll tell you a million times over if you need him to ♡!

♡ After that, not too much will change, for you were already inseparable before his confession! He may become a bit more possessive, but that comes with the territory of being Lust's Chosen One. The two of you are RAD's Power Couple, and he will make damn sure the entire Devildom knows it!

-> When it comes to your relationship, Asmodeus is ride or die. If anyone ever questions it, he brushes it off with his signature smile and a cold remark - at first. Like a scorpion, he strikes from the shadows. Pink may be his color, but he is also well aware how amazing he looks in red~♡ ;)

☆ BEELZEBUB:

-> Doesn't think too much about it at first - you're just that nice human with the pretty smile and the fun stash of human world snacks. 

-> The least judgmental of his brothers, while also being the first to get to know you deeply. He feels like you're really easy to understand, and he finds that it's really easy to open up to you. He becomes a lot more talkative when you're around, and soon the two of you have you own dumb little inside jokes that his brothers are jealous they aren't in on. You don't even get each other's jokes half the time (which is mostly your fault, no offense) but laughter truly is contagious, and you have so much fun in each other's company.

-> Once he really gets to know you, he worries about you endlessly! He feels the need to become even more protective over you than he already is. Not only does your clumsiness worry him, but your forgetfulness too. He knows for a fact that humans need to eat to survive! What do you mean you forgot to eat lunch?! How can you forget something like that...and before you know it, he's adding some of his Acidic Hell Fries to your plate.

-> So he starts inviting you to eat with him every single day, and he loves how easily you say yes! No matter the menu, no matter the restaurant, you're always down to go out with him and share a bite to eat - you don't even ask questions! And he really admires how adventurous you are - always ordering new dishes, never turning down a bite of some strange food when he offers it, the smile on your face when you actually do enjoy it. Sharing a simple meal with you quickly becomes the part of his day he looks forward to the most.

-> The two of you do get into your own share of trouble every now and then though. While Beel has been banned from the Devildom's various eating contests, you haven't been - and you never seem to learn how sick these contests make you, no matter how badly you wanna give the prize to Beel. And let's not forget all the times you've had to wash dishes at Hell's Kitchen because you both ran outta the House without making sure you had a single Grimm on you. Either way, the two of you have so much fun together, that you never regret it - or learn from it.

♡ He wears his heart on his sleeve, and while Beelzebub isn't dumb like you are, he does have a certain innocent honesty about him - so he has no problem telling you his true feelings about you. He may get the slightest bit frustrated after having to explain it so many times, but hand him a snack and he'll have all the patience in the world to sit with you and help you understand how much he truly loves you.

♡ And after that, you continue to spend your days with your sweet cinnamon roll of a boyfriend. Whether you're hanging with him at the gym or sneaking out for a late night snack, being with you always makes his heart feel so full - a feeling he would never trade, even for a thousand Shadow Goose Burgers. 

-> Doesn't even remotely pay attention to what others are saying about his relationship with you - why even bother worrying about that? Although there was that one time some random demon at RAD did question him about it, but Beel couldn't hear them over the rumble of his own stomach - which they hilariously mistook as a threat, causing them to run off in terror. 

☆ BELPHEGOR:

-> Your stupidity made his scheme in the attic all too easy! Truly like the wolf leading the lamb. He could have never dreamed that such a perfect target would just fall right into his lap, would stumble into the attic and right into his trap - it was almost comical. He could have also never dreamed that, once the veil of hate was lifted from his eyes, the amount of overwhelming guilt he would feel. Naïve, innocent little lamb. He'd do anything to make up for it - he's failed to protect you twice already, and he won't be making that mistake again.

-> Suddenly overprotective, as well as a bit possessive. He knows how easily you can be fooled into mortal danger, so you can expect him to lurk in the shadows. The circle of people he trusts (his brothers) is small, and he even occasionally has doubts about a few of them. 

-> Other than that, he is beyond amused by you, and he knows he's going to have a lot of mischievous fun with you by his side! The House of Lamentation was already chaotic with just the seven of them, but your arrival truly added a wild card to the mix. Your absentminded hijinks are usually funny enough for him to warrant losing a bit of sleep.

-> He pretty much makes you the mascot for the Anti-Lucifer League - any schemes he and the Fourth Born can think up, they rope you into. Typically used as bait, watching Lucifer freak out as you stand there looking clueless truly never gets old. No matter how many times they explain the pranks to you, you never really understand what's going on - which makes for a great defense when all three of you inevitably get lectured by the Eldest afterwards.

-> Loves how easy it is to convince you to skip class and nap with him - you're the only one he's shown all of his favorite hiding spots to. Partially because he knows you'll never remember where they are without his help, but also because he loves cuddling up with you. 

♡ He's actually tried several times to convey his feelings to you, with everything from romantic dreams to starlit dates. He's even kissed you, how much more obvious can he get?! If it were anyone but you, he probably would have given up and gone back to sleep. But you're you and you're worth it, so he stays up late conjuring up exactly what to say to you, hoping this time his bluntness makes it clear.

♡ And after that, the two of you spend the majority of your free time cuddled up in each other's loving embrace. It's nothing but sweet dreams and starry skies, so long as you have Belphie by your side.

-> Questioning his relationship with you (or badmouthing you in general) is probably one of the most egregious mistakes one could make. If the endless night terrors aren't enough to evoke instant regret, the Avatar of Sloth doesn't mind resorting to violence for you.

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