#fickleminder

[misc-obeyme]

Happy birthday CC! Have a great one 💕

Ahh thank you so much!!! 💕💕💕💕

[qrowsofafeather]

After pulling Satan’s latest detective card, I unlocked the premium picture immediately but ended up picking the pre-devil flower art as the home screen 😅

Was staring at it constantly while writing that secret agent AU fic 🥰🥰🥰

Was the Devilgram good? I stopped at 60 pulls because it was enough to get the Memory UR and I wanted to save for Christmas/New Year's.

I want to read the story somehow before reading your fic because otherwise I'll be completely lost. 😥

[elsecrytt]

Saw your new pinned post on my feed so I just thought I’d stop by to say hiiii~~~ 👋🏻💕

Hi!! I wave from faraway, across the gap of separate fandoms,,, my beloved Satan is still there as my pfp,,, tbh I don't want to replace him. idk why but i've always found that card to be so aesthetic.

[mostmouse]

Needed: Potion of Durability

Kirana's positive she knows what she's doing when she approaches Satan's door during his rut. But in hindsight, she might've bitten off more than she can handle.

A commission for the most lovely @fickleminder ! Thank you for letting me write Kirana :)

(Satan x OC - Kirana, explicit, 4,100 words)

Kirana studied herself in the mirror of her room, the moonlight shining in and bathing her in a soft white. Pulling at the clothes she wore, she tied her hair up into a ponytail, long hair cascading down her back. Making a stern face at herself, she nodded in determination. Bending to grab the potion on her nightstand, she drank it all before tugging on the hem of her shirt once more. 

Solomon had prepared a potion for her to increase her ‘durability’, as he put it. It would last for quite a while, and would make her sturdier than even Beel - temporarily. Holding the letter in her hand, she bit her lip before escaping her room, making her way towards Satan’s. The barrier spell was done by none other than Lucifer himself, sequestering Satan through his rut. Being a born demon, instead of a fallen angel, his were more aggressive, more violent, than his brothers’. 

Lucifer had helped her with the letter - a sort of consent form to quell Satan’s anxiety and inevitable panic once he regained his clarity and, with Kirana’s help, hopefully that moment would come sooner rather than later. Asmo had tried to stop her last week, recalling with a grimace how Satan’s other “partners” fared once he was done with them - some of them not surviving. 

However, that wasn’t enough to deter Kirana. Sure, maybe sometimes she didn’t exactly stand up for herself and say what she was thinking, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t devoted to Satan completely. Besides, she had been in rough situations with him before, and with Solomon’s expertise in potion brewing, this shouldn’t hurt... Relatively speaking. 

As she made her way to Satan’s door, she could feel the floorboards rattle silently. Sighing in relief at the soundproofing spell, she felt her shoulders relax a bit. At least not everyone in the House of Lamentation would hear what would soon be happening in their brother’s bedroom. Steeling her nerves one last time, she finally found herself in front of the door. Just as she was reaching out, it opened and a clawed hand reached out and dragged her inside. 

Gasping silently, Kirana let herself be brought inside, quickly tossing the letter towards Satan’s desk, hoping he wouldn’t go after it at the sudden movement. Blinking rapidly in the near pitch darkness, she tried to focus her eyes on the demon before her, hearing his disjointed tail scuff along the floor and knocking books over.

“Sata-” Her words were cut off immediately, his mouth on hers and his rough tongue shoved into her mouth. His hands pawed at her, making easy work of her clothing as it fell in ribbons around their feet, his own body already bare. Whimpering quietly, she tried to back up just a bit, his body suffocating hers now that she was nude as well. 

Following her steps, Satan had her pinned against the door, nails carving into the wood just beyond her arms. A fleeting thought had Kirana wondering if he was aware enough to realize it was her - but she didn’t dare get her hopes up. His tail ceased its lashing, instead coming and winding up her leg. As he broke away from her, his mouth trailed along her neck as he made low growling sounds. 

She felt her heartbeat in her throat, anticipating him biting her with his sharp teeth, upper and lower canines sharp as knives. However, he simply pressed her tighter against the door with his body, tail coiling and squeezing the plush skin of her thigh. 

Biting her lip, she took a sharp breath to ask him what was wrong, but instead a strange scent filled her head. His tail stopped between her legs, stroking her cunt as she felt her vision become a bit hazy. Meanwhile, Satan was taking his time rubbing his face and mouthing over her pulse point, steadily releasing pheromones into the air. 

Suddenly, Kirana’s mouth began to water, feeling a burst of heat in her belly. “S-Satan? Can you hear me?” As her eyes began to adjust to the darkness, and as her demon had yet to move, she reached out, petting his hair softly. However, that seemed to engulf her more in the strange vapor of the air. 

Feeling her knees get weak, she whimpered quietly as his tail slipped inside her soaked cunt, panting at the feeling. It didn’t take her long to come to the conclusion that Satan had done something, and that it must be related to his rut. While it seemed to make her body loose, and to her embarrassment - intensely aroused, it didn’t seem to hinder her thought process, at least, not yet. 

Satan purred next to her, a deep rumbling growl in his chest as she idly stroked his hair. With a sharp shout before snapping her jaw shut, he bit down into her shoulder, feeling her skin break easily. Whimpering behind pursed lips, she felt his rough tongue lick along the superficial wound, his hands trailing down before seizing her hips in his tight grip. 

As easy as lifting a hardback novel, Satan tossed Kirana over his shoulder, making the short walk to his bed and throwing her down unceremoniously. In the few moments she had been aloft, she had noticed various jugs of water and provisions of food, and she couldn’t help but balk slightly, just how long exactly had Lucifer said Satan’s ruts last?

Fully nude, on her back, and staring up at Satan’s demonic appearance while in his bed, sheets torn all around her, she felt the weight of her choices - as well as his tail that was still pressed and coiled inside of her. A meek whine left her throat as she saw his emerald slitted eyes, the sclera a pitch black that seemed to make them glow that much more vibrantly in the inky darkness of his room. 

He watched her every move, every twitch of her face as his tail pressed inside her. He could tell she was soaked already, not that it mattered much - he was going to take her whether she was ready or not. Crawling onto the bed to hover over her, Kirana squeezed her eyes shut as he dragged his tail from her, instead lining himself up against her cunt. Heart pounding, she looked up at him and away from his monstrous cock. 

It wasn’t as if she were unfamiliar with him in his demon form, but still, seeing it so flushed and feeling it throbbing with his heart beat had her own skipping in her chest. His hands seized the backs of her thighs, propping her legs up as the blunt tip pressed inside. Trying to take deep breaths, she fisted her hands in the tattered sheets, mouth opening in a silent scream as he shoved himself inside. 

Eyes rolling back, she felt every ridge of him, his almost ruffled cock thick and lengthy inside. Grunting and whimpering as his knot approached her tight rim, she grabbed for his wrists. However, Satan couldn’t bring himself to care, he couldn’t even think. The only thing on his mind was how hot, tight, and wet Kirana was wrapped around him. 

Huffing a sharp growl, he snarled above her, piercing glare making her shudder. With ease, he pulled back, only to snap his hips back into her. Gasping and writhing, she hid her face in the pillow, turning to look away and presenting the perfectly smooth skin of her neck to him. His mouth watering, Satan’s gaze slipped from her neck to her breasts, then back up. 

In the back of her mind, she rationalized that the pheromones he was exuding must be making her body that much more pliant, considering his massively ribbed cock wasn’t snapping her hips in half. Gasping at every deep thrust, she bit her lip, stifling her moans while his tail wound around her waist. 

The vulgar sounds echoing around them did nothing to cover up Satan’s animalistic voice, snarling and growling as he pounded into her. Breasts bouncing, Kirana let go of his wrists and covered her mouth, mewling behind pursed lips. His hands left her thighs, and instead anchored themselves on either side of her head, piercing stare boring into her watery gaze. 

His tail uncoiled around her quickly, stifled cry behind her palms as he cut her shallowly across the belly and ribs. Immediately, it went to her wrists, pulling them away from her mouth roughly, dragging her hands down where they rested on her tummy, arms pressing her breasts close together as Satan watched them bounce. 

Choking on her gasps, Kirana arched, the aphrodisiac of his scent beginning to cloud her mind, control over her own body slipping away steadily. Whimpering, she tossed her head to the side, biting the pillow and once again showing her neck to him. With a groan, Satan dove down, cock stuffed deep inside as he bit her neck. 

Kirana cried out sharply before snapping her mouth shut, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. His teeth easily punctured her skin just as they had on her shoulder, though she couldn’t help but buck her hips into his, thoughts scattered and legs falling open wider. With a sharp growl, Satan kept his teeth hooked into her skin, hips resuming his pace as he sunk deeper inside her, knot pressed against her cunt as he forced himself deeper inside. 

Tears slipped past her glassy eyes, stuttering out a quiet moan, cunt stretching around him as he shoved his knotted cock inside her fully. Gasping, her head fell back, feeling as he pulled away until he nearly slipped out just to force his fat cock back inside her aching cunt. Panting with every thrust, Satan pulled back, moving to suck bruises into her skin along her shoulders before dropping towards her breasts. 

Licking her perky pink nipples, Satan moaned wantonly, her cunt squeezing his cock like a vice. Panting, he licked across her torso, covering her in his drool and scent. Chest bouncing, skin rippling with every powerful thrust, her hot wet cunt clenching around him - Satan quickly found himself overwhelmed. With a loud cry, he threw himself over Kirana, covering her body completely with his own tail, abandoning her heavily bruised wrists and wrapping around both of their bodies. 

“S-Satan!” He rolled the two of them over, pulling her close to his chest as he forced her thighs apart. With a shrill cry, she could feel her hips pop, tail coiling and seizing her body in his grip as he battered her with his cock. Bouncing and sliding against his chest, she felt a burning heat surrounding her, flinching as he pounded her swelling gspot, the stimulation coming fast and hard. 

Whipping her head to the side, she bit the portion of his tail she could reach, sinking her teeth hard down on him and listening as he cried out. Reactively, his tail squeezed her tighter, ignoring how she strained for breath as he dragged his claws across her back, the grip around her suffocating. With fresh tears in her eyes, she tried to call out to him, not knowing what else to do as he fucked her hard, mouth watering. 

Gasping, his tail still in her mouth, she bit roughly once more as her orgasm tore through her, a burning wave of heat and wetness coating Satan’s massive cock as he continued to pound into her, moaning loudly at the sensation. He was gasping above her head, her cheek pressed tight against his chest. Drool pooling as she panted, her body slid against him perfectly, the roughness of his tail scraping her body and sporadically tightening around her. 

With an aggressive snarl as he climaxed, she moaned lowly at the sensation, Satan dumping his hot cum inside her. It felt like too much, like he was filling her belly and she writhed against his chest as best as she could, his tail seizing her tighter until she gasped painfully. His hips still didn’t stop, fucking his cum deeper inside her as the filthy sounds rang in her ears. 

Kirana could feel the heat of it pooling at the rim of her cunt, but his massive knot wouldn’t let a drop slip out. Listening to his low voice rumble inside his chest, Kirana didn’t fight back as his tail slipped free from her body. Dazed expression peered up to watch her demon as he pulled free of her cunt, ignoring how she gasped, how she could feel every bit of his cum begin to leak from her stretched hole. 

Satan grabbed her, manhandling her body as if she were a ragdoll, and shoved her face down into the pillows. She could hear him growling, how he snarled with every breath, sharp claws moving over her body as he grabbed her hips and jerked them up, pressing her face down into the pillows again as she tried to look at him. 

Whimpering, her hands fisted the pillowcase, thighs trembling and threatening to give out. She buried her face deeper as his hands spread her cheeks apart, gasping as he dragged his tail up through the mess of her slit and over her rim. Kirana couldn’t help but wiggle her hips, already missing the feeling of him inside her. Her head was fuzzy, vision blurred through tears as she drooled into the fabric of the pillow. 

He hooked his claws into her, growling as he watched his cum slip down her ass. Lining himself up with her tight rim, he pressed himself inside her hot ass, groaning and tossing his head back at the tightness. His human, however, was shouting into the fabric, the stretch almost unbearable. She bit into the plushness of the pillow, tearing it as she whipped her head to the side, trying to crawl away from him. His tail came back to her, coiling over one thigh before it curled up into a blunt tip and forced itself inside her empty cunt. 

“Satan!” Her voice was muffled, facing away from her demonic lover who was too absorbed in stretching her tight ass. He watched as his cock disappeared inside her, pulling back just to sink it in once more. His cum was leaking around his tail and as he felt it drip to the bed sheets, he swiped his fingers down, rubbing her clit and watching in a trance as her body writhed, collecting cum before teasing her rim by running his messy digits around where his cock was pressing inside her. 

Before long, however, it seemed he got bored of the show. One hand resumed its place next to Kirana’s head, the other still holding onto her hip as he shoved himself the rest of the way inside, knot and all, his tail imitating the movements, filling her messy cunt. Her hand reached out, nails scratching across the wall just above his bed where she could reach. 

Satan snarled once more, drool dripping down onto her back as he bucked his hips inside her. Shoulders trembling at the squeeze, much more intense than her cunt, he gasped aloud. He tried to catch his breath, pulling back only inches just to sink back inside her. A strangled moan passed his lips as leaned down, nose tracing the curve of her spine. She shuddered, feeling his tongue as he licked her, swiping up a few drops of blood where he had scratched her earlier. 

Keeping his hips still, he focused on fucking her with his tail, moaning wantonly as her muscles clenched tight around his swollen cock. Jerking his tail inside her, he coiled it tighter, increasing the girth until it was almost bigger than he was, listening as her breathing stuttered. Once he was pleased with the size, he brought more of it around, rubbing her clit with every thrust. 

Her body jerked, face pressed into the pillow as he licked and sucked marks into the back of her shoulders. His tail was unrelenting, the movement more fluid than his hard flared cock. The texture of the joints pressed hard against her cunt, the tip of it remaining pressed against her gspot. Tears soaked the pillow as she shuddered heavily, tail rubbing her clit while her gspot was left feeling almost raw from how he previously pounded it hard with his cock. 

Growling, Satan jerked his hips back, smacking her ass with his hips as he began a brutal pace, easily controlling his tail so that it kept battering her sweet spot and clit. Pulling back, he leered as her body bounced under him. Grabbing her hair and twisting it around his fist, he yanked her head back, forcing her mouth open as she cried out. 

Kirana tried to close her mouth, hands reaching back and pulling his wrist, humiliatingly salacious moans falling from her bitten lips. “Satan!” He grinned behind her, sharp teeth catching the light as his emerald eyes focused on her, the grip he had on her hair unhindering his brutal pace. 

He snarled behind her, the sound harsh and coaxing another wanton moan from her mouth. He licked his lips, forcing his tail faster, deeper inside her messy cunt. She quaked, hands falling from his own as she propped herself up on all fours, feeling another orgasm tear through her body as his tail overstimulated her. 

Choking on her moans, she felt herself cum, crying out as a hot wave leaked from her swollen cunt, dripping down her thighs and soaking the sheeting under the both of them. As Satan continued to pound into her with his swollen monstrous cock, and the unrelenting rough treatment of his tail, she felt the edges of her vision go blurry, soft moans spilling from her mouth as she passed out. 

Satan paid no mind to her body and how it suddenly went limp in his intense grip. Licking his lips, he let go of her hair, letting her fall face first into the pillows, tugging her ponytail so he could see the side of her face. Groaning loudly, he adjusted his grip, grabbing both her hips once more and picking up his pace. 

He was close, so close to getting off again. How her perfect ass squeezed him so tightly he might burst at any moment, the scent of her cum stuffed cunt driving him mad. Kirana’s scent mingled with his, driving him mad, along with the way she tightened around his tail, how she was so stretched out he could fit more and more of it inside her. Grinning wildly, he snapped his jaws, unable to keep himself in check as he pounded into her, dragging her back by her hips until he tossed his head back, crying out as he finished once more inside her, stuffing her full of his cum in both holes. 

Gasping, he curled forward, dropping her hips as he fell to his forearms, body pressed against hers. It would be a few moments before he could pull free of her, knot swollen and blowing his heavy load inside of her. Surely her belly had to be full of his cum now, his perfect mate, covered in his scent, his cum, his sweat. 

Rocking his hips, his tail pulled free of her body, coiling up and slipping into his mouth. He licked the tip clean, panting at the heady taste, the mixed cum driving him wild. Once he felt his knot soften a bit, he tugged free of Kirana’s body, watching as she fell flat against his bed. Licking his teeth inside his mouth, he slid off the messy sheets, grabbing a bottle of water and chugging it before popping off it and panting. 

He flexed his hands, fingers stiff from the tight grip he had on her body. Looking back over at the limp body on his bed, he refilled the bottle, walking over as his still hard cock swung between his legs. Flipping her body easily, he licked his lips as he grabbed her by the hair, tugging her up and pouring water into her mouth. 

Scoffing as she coughed some up, he tossed the bottle away after draining it. Shaking his head, he felt his hair fluff up from where it had been weighed down with sweat. He easily crawled back on top of her soft, vulnerable body. Grinning, sharp teeth glinting, he slipped his fingers inside her messy cunt, gathering wetness on his digits before dragging them between her breasts. 

Rolling his hips, his tail grabbed her wrists, forcing them together and down against her tummy, so her breasts were pressed tight together. Adjusting her hands, he moved so he was sitting on her belly, heavy package resting on her hands. He slipped his throbbing cock between her pillowy tits, the mess from his hand allowing him to easily move across her chest. 

Sighing at the feeling, his eyes were half lidded as he rocked his hips, cock disappearing just for the aching tip to appear by her perfect lip. Picking up the pace, he growled, tail tugging her hands so her breasts were squishing his cock, the softness rattling his breath in his lungs. Crying out, his hands pressed against the wall above his bed, hips jerking fast and rough as he felt his orgasm approaching too quickly, heavy package gliding across her belly and hands. 

Gasping for breath, he winced as he grit his teeth, jaw tense. It was too much, how his cock was aching, the visual of her bruised and bitten chest bouncing as he slid his thick shaft between them, it felt too good. Panting, his emerald eyes watched as her tongue slipped from her mouth, soft moans leaving her body as he rocked above her chest. 

His hands were moving before he was aware, glazed eyes watching as his swollen tip brushed past her lips with every thrust. One hand held the back of her head, tipping it enough so that her mouth fell open, the other cupped his heavy package, squeezing it as he cried out, hips jerking as he finished across Kirana’s relaxed face. His cum slipping over her cheeks and into her mouth. He moaned as he continued to pump his shaft between her breasts, covering them as well. 

Hand tightening around his package, he whimpered softly, hips bucking as he finished, leaving her in an absolute mess. Letting his head fall back, tail releasing her hands once more, he let himself rest for a moment. While his body was tired, and his cock ached, he didn’t feel satisfied, he needed more of her, of his mate. Her scent was driving him to the brink of insanity, tongue restless in his mouth before he growled low in his chest. 

Satan tilted forward, his fingers slipping through the mess before pressing them inside her mouth, stroking her soft pink tongue. His chest tightened, gritting his teeth as his digits slipped from her mouth and he seized her in a kiss, tongue ravaging her mouth. Hands on her cheeks, he moved his mouth against her pliant lips, sucking her tongue into his mouth before breaking apart and biting her lower lip. 

Pulling back, he slid down between Kirana’s legs, admiring his work and how messy he had gotten her. Shoving his face against her plump body, his rough tongue licked along her slit, rocking his hips into the sheets and giving his aching cock a brief respite. 

Moaning loudly, he ate her out, tongue rubbing harshly against her still swollen clit. With practiced ease, he slipped his tail around both their bodies, slipping back inside her cunt. He felt her hips jerk, thighs trembling as he tightened his grasp on her, scraping his teeth along her slit as his tail found her gspot once more. 

Sharp eyes watched Kirana’s face closely, waiting for her to wake up. If she woke up then he’d pound her again, make her cry and scream for him. However, as he continued to eat her out, he could feel his eyes getting heavy. Covering her mound with his mouth, he licked and drooled all over her pulsing clit, tail lazily stroking and pressing against her sweet spot. While she fidgeted in his grip, head pressed into the tattered pillow, she still didn’t open her eyes. 

Nuzzling his face tight against her, he slowly closed his mouth, resting his cheek atop her lower belly and nestling his tail inside her. Heat radiated from between her legs, but the scent of their mixed cum and the feeling of her soft skin beneath him had him nodding off. He barely registered the soft hand petting his hair as he passed out, body quieting and breathing evening out. 

Kirana blinked hazily above him, eyes bleary and not quite conscious. Unable to move her body, she tried to pick up her heavy arms, wrists aching. Blindly, she pawed for her demon, finally finding his sweaty mop of blond hair and combing her fingers through it. Sighing contentedly, she let herself pass back out, the taste of cum in her mouth. 

[amberheavendremurr]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! 🥳🥳🥳

Hope you’ll have a great one hehe

Hehe! Thanks Karo! <3

[twiceasfrustrating]

(For the OM omegaverse) Not sure if you’ve talked about it before, but what are your personal hcs on everyone’s secondary gender? Or does it depend on your mood/what you feel like writing 😅

My general rule is whatever I feel like at the moment, but I have a more solid sort of au(?) as well.

Alphas: Lucifer, Barb

Betas: Mammon, Levi, Beel, Mephistopheles (I need to note I put him as a beta back in S2 or S3, but I would probably switch him to Omega now for some angst potential)

Omegas: Satan, Asmo, Belphie, Dia (although most people think he acts more like an Alpha when he’s in heat)

In my au, only demons have second genders. Angels can change at will, so Simeon (and now Raphael) are whatever they want. Basically, gender is their bitch (I'm envious).

Humans don't even have a secondary gender (meaning they are basically betas by default to demons), but a pact holder can act as an omega or alpha for their demons because the magic in the pact will bend the rules. However, they cannot form bonds/claiming bites.

Fated pairs do exist, but they are exceptionally rare and may not even be everything they seem...

[leviathans-watching]

If you receive this, you make somebody happy! Go on and send this to ten people who make you happy or anyone you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, even better! 💛☀️🌸 I WILL SQUEEZE YOU HONEY 💗💗💗💗

thank you sm!!

[arvandus]

Not so much a question, but your Love and Duty fic? The first chapter where MC is telling Barb how stressed out they are with the brothers constantly pulling them in all directions? 10/10, felt that in my soul, you hit the nail on how much the brothers are over-dependent on MC. Makes me want to knock them all onto their asses and bundle MC up to give to Barb for some TLC 👌🏻

Waa, thank you! As someone who feels that in real life, it really is exhausting and not fun at all, tbh. I love the OM characters and what bits we do get of the worldbuilding and stuff, but I avoid a lot of the character chats for this very reason!

[mcx7demonbros]

I laughed then realized this could be canon >:3

50 Ways to Die in the Devildom

To prevent another war, one of the cardinal requirements of the exchange program was for the exchange students to be alive at the end of it. No one said anything about what happens in-between.

Content warnings: violence, blood, gore, lots of death. Halloween 2024 fic 👻

Diavolo nearly spat out his tea laughing. "In the freezer? Lucifer, you sly demon!"

"It got the job done, didn't it?" Lucifer took a sip from his own cup with a satisfied hum. "The human has a pact with one of us now, and there's nobody else I trust more than Mammon."

"Indeed. The responsibility will do him good, on top of securing our contingency plan if things go awry. Excellent work!"

"Thank you, Lord Diavolo."

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"Well, that was fast."

"The human didn't even last one month—"

"All of you, shut up." Lucifer knelt next to your body on the floor of the student council room. "Mammon, use the pact to keep track of their soul. Beel, stop licking blood off the tiles and help Asmo with the cleanup. Levi, going for the jugular was quick but messy; you're on cleanup as well. Satan, prepare the materials for the resurrection spell."

"Seriously, all this over a stupid quiz…" Mammon grumbled.

Finally coming back to his senses, Levi spat out the chunk of your neck still in his mouth and started to scream.

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Beel took one look at his half-eaten custard before transforming with a roar and stomping towards the culprits.

"N-Now wait a second, Beel! Lemme explain!" Mammon quickly put himself between you and his rampaging brother. He didn't want to have to participate in that dumb ritual again; calling souls back to their bodies was too much effort. "There's a good reason for—"

"You... ate... My... CUSTARD...!" Beel's fists smashed into the kitchen counter, the cupboards, the walls, and anything else he could get his hands on, while Mammon kept you behind him and dodged the blows. Any physical contact with Beel was sure to obliterate you in a heartbeat, and not even Satan would be able to put you back together if that happened.

With his attention focused on Beel, Mammon failed to notice when a chunk of concrete came flying in your direction, clobbering you squarely on the side of your head with a wet CRUNCH.

You hit the floor like a sack of rocks, and both demons froze at the sight of all the innards spilling out of your caved-in skull.

"Not again!" Mammon wailed loudly.

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"I don't want to hear it."

Despite the very real threat to his life, Mammon still felt the need to rub it in Lucifer's face. "Hey, I'm just sayin', ya can't pin this one on me this time!"

"At least Luke didn't see anything. I hope." Beel frowned at the little angel's unconscious form in his arms, with the grimoire still clutched tightly in a death grip. The poor kid had fainted when Lucifer unleashed his power and... Well.

To prevent another war, one of the cardinal requirements of the exchange program was for the exchange students to be alive at the end of it.

No one said anything about what happens in-between.

You had literally dropped dead after Lucifer shifted into a higher demon form to intimidate you into getting out of his way. He never intended to use force against you to begin with, but had also completely forgotten that some things were just not meant for mortal eyes. Your eyeballs were burnt to a crisp, leaving behind charred, bloody sockets in your face.

Lucifer rubbed his temples with a sigh. "Mammon, take my card and go buy a new pair of human eyes. Make sure to get them in the right color."

"Ugh, fine, but you're getting Levi to call their soul back!"

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Henry 1.0 purred loudly and coiled up to take a nap after his snack.

"Asmo, quit messing around and do something!"

"Shut up, Mammon! Or do you want to get eaten as well?"

"Mmm grilled snake..."

"For the last time, we're not eating Henry 1.0!"

The human-shaped lump in the giant snake's belly was unmoving.

"You realize that if they die, you ain't gonna get this kind of power anymore, right?"

Asmo froze, the drunk smile on his face faltering. Mammon had a point; Solomon had only lent you a tiny fraction of his magic, and yet you were able to draw out so much power in him! It was undeniable, you were one human he definitely had to hold on to.

"I think it's starting to digest—"

"Bad Henry! You spit them out right now or—"

Sighing, Asmo batted his eyelashes at the giant snake and began working his charm.

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"I can explain—"

"Let me guess. You tried to make a pact with the human in another pointless bid to get under my skin. They refused, and so you chopped them up. Not exactly helping your chances here, are you."

"Tch. I can put them back together—"

"You'll have to convince one of your brothers to call their soul back, since you obviously can't do it yourself—"

"Don't you think I know that already?!"

"Stop throwing books at me! You should know better than to lose control of your wrath—"

"SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP—"

"Wait, that book is—!"

*THUNK*

"…"

"…"

"F—"

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Belphegor knew you and his brothers were close, but he was still determined to make his point. When he had thrown your body down the stairs and into the foyer as though you were nothing more than a mangled rag doll, he expected tears, anger, heartbreak—

"…Seriously? We just finished the last ritual yesterday!"

"ROFL not it!"

"Not it."

"Not it~"

"Belphie, I missed you so much! Oh, not it."

"You guys are the WORST!"

—not whatever the hell this was.

"What the fuck is happening?!" Belphie snarled, pointing furiously at your corpse. Blood was soaking into the carpet, yet even Lucifer looked only mildly annoyed. "Why aren't any of you mad? The exchange program—"

And then your body dissipated into wisps of fading light, another you poked your head over the top of the stairway to stare at the commotion, and Lucifer gave a long, deep sigh before revealing the secret he'd been keeping for centuries.

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You'll get the rest when we get our money back! The note read.

Inside the parcel it came with was a severed hand with broken fingers. The area where your forearm had been sawed off was still sluggishly oozing blood, but Mammon guessed you had probably already bled out by that point.

He shouldn't have left you to walk home by yourself after class, but what's done was done. All he could do now was come and get you and put you back together. It was his responsibility as your first, after all.

Mammon cracked his knuckles with a grin. Time to show those lesser demons why messing with the Great Mammon's human was a bad idea.

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"How was I supposed to know they couldn't swim?" Levi complained despite looking thoroughly chastised.

"I shouldn't have had to tell you that a mere human doesn't stand a chance against Lotan's floods." Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose. Behind him, Satan was attempting something called CPR, having read about it in a book and wanting to try it out. There was a loud CRACK, followed by a quiet "oh shit", and that was when Lucifer decided to call it a day.

"Levi, cleanup duty. For the entire house."

"But—!"

"Satan, ritual. You can handle the spell on your own this time."

"Tch."

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Levi and Beel watched from the broken window on the second floor as you floated face down in the garden's pool fountain. At first they thought the fall would have killed you, but apparently the allure of water from the siren's song was too strong for that.

"…Should I try CPR?" Beel asked after a while.

"Please don't, you'll end up shattering all their ribs like Satan did." Levi grimaced. "Tell you what, if you call their soul back, I'll perform the spell and nobody else has to know."

"Deal."

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"Drop it."

*growling*

"Cerberus! I said: Drop. It."

Whining sadly, the giant hellhound lowered his middle head and carefully deposited his cargo at his master's feet. The left head nudged it gently with his snout, and the right one howled mournfully when it did not move.

Lucifer couldn't help the small wince as he took in your state. He could tell it had been quick at least; it wasn't the first time you had to take Cerberus out for his daily walk, but he had likely been in a playful mood today, hence the accident.

Said hellhound was clearly remorseful and kept glancing at the small pile of snacks and toys you had brought along to entertain him during his outing. Even Lucifer softened at the sight, and as he bent down to scoop you into his arms, broken spine and charred flesh and all, he found himself looking forward to personally calling your soul back to him.

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When your skin started to break out and swell rapidly, Asmo realized that something had gone terribly wrong.

"Darling!" He screeched as you clawed at your throat, which had ballooned in the few seconds Asmo took to reach you. The moisturizer he had given you dropped to the floor, and he quickly picked it up to inspect it.

"Acid lavender scented... Demonologist approved..." Asmo murmured as he read the printed label. "For external use only... Hyperallergenic—"

By the time the answer finally clicked in his brain, you had already turned blue. Not a good color on you, in his humble opinion.

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The curse was simple: the afflicted would experience random bouts of frostbite on their fingers and toes, no matter how warmly they dressed. The nipping cold would serve as an excellent inconvenience and at worst, it could completely freeze over entire limbs.

Perfect for a stuck up older brother who always dressed like a prude.

Unfortunately for Satan and Belphie, Lucifer was not the first one to touch the newly-cursed air conditioner remote.

"W-what's going on…" You slurred on the floor, curled up and hugging yourself for warmth. You weren't shivering anymore, which was a good sign, right? "Wh-why… s'cold…"

Satan and Belphie exchanged looks. The effects of the prank were clearly more severe on humans, but even then it didn't seem like you were going to kick it anytime soon. They could try to break the curse, but given how complicated it was to cast it in the first place, maybe they were better off putting you out of your misery.

"It's a Devildom thing. We get cold snaps out of the blue sometimes," Satan explained as he cradled you close, feeling as though he were holding a block of ice. "Due to the skies being constantly dark here..."

Belphie's magic trickled into you as Satan distracted you with magical theory, and before long you had gone still in his arms, eyes closed.

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"...Are you sure we can't tell Solomon? I mean, we have solid proof that his cooking is lethal now, so this is technically his fault."

"Who the fuck brought his food into the house to begin with?!"

"I did, sorry. He must have snuck some stuff into the basket of pastries Simeon and Luke gave us."

"Seriously, this guy needs to take a hint when everybody tells him to stay out of the kitchen..."

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Lucifer was seething. "What. Happened."

"I didn't do nothin'!" Mammon exclaimed, still clutching you tightly. You looked like you were sleeping in his arms, if not for the blue of your lips and your still chest. "We were just walking home, and then the next thing I know, they're eating dirt!"

"Liver failure, brain damage, collapsing lungs…" Satan looked extremely grim after assessing the current state of your body. "There's no singular cause; everything's just… falling to pieces."

Asmo paled. "But why? We've been so careful! We always got the freshest parts, and there hasn't even been an incident in weeks!"

Levi and the twins nodded frantically.

But the truth was undeniable. There were only so many times you could have your organs and limbs replaced or repaired with magic before your body decided to break down completely. Death was inevitable; it was coming for you regardless of how often you'd already cheated it.

How long did you have left before they couldn't bring you back anymore? You had exceeded all their expectations, lasting until the end of the exchange program and beyond, and they'd grown too attached to let you walk out of their lives permanently. You had gone from becoming a chore for them to prevent all-out war to something akin to a beloved house pet.

"What do we do?" Mammon looked to Lucifer for answers.

But for once, the first-born had none.

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"Blacked out from stress, you say? How uninspired."

"I know, right? You would think they'd be able to come up with new excuses over time, but nooo, it's always the same old story."

Michael gave a deep sigh. "Those brothers never learn. How long was it before they became complacent and stopped wiping your memory?"

"Four months." You grinned and reached for another scone on the tray of pastries. "To be fair, they do tend to make it quick so there usually isn't much to remember to begin with."

"I still can't believe those idiots thought the Celestial Realm wouldn't find out," Thirteen snorted. "How dare they think I don't know how to do my job!"

"Now Thirteen, it's natural for souls to spend some time in Purgatory before ascending or becoming Damned. Their mistake was assuming the pacts gave them any claim in the first place."

You tilted your head slightly, as though you were listening to something far away. "Speaking of, I think I hear them calling! Thanks for the tea, it was lovely chatting with you, as always."

Michael frowned. "You can't keep this up forever."

"Chill out, Mikey—"

"Don't call me that."

"—it's all good! No need to start a war in my name or anything."

Thirteen rolled her eyes. "He's right, you know. And just because you had nothing going for you in the human realm doesn't mean you have to keep playing along with those brothers in the Devildom."

"What can I say?" You shrugged nonchalantly as the reaper prepared to escort your soul back to your body. "They make me laugh."

[shootingstarrfish]

recent commissions but the theme is raphael! i loooove him so very much

first one is for @melverie and the second is for @fickleminder!

[waltnut]

Commission for @fickleminder

A fun little snippet scene from her fanfic, you can read it here!:

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👁️ ☕️ 🌙 for the OC emoji ask!

Oh, thank you!

She's not nearly as fleshed-out as Kirana, but she's also not me, so *cracks knuckles* let's see what I can get down on paper.

👁️ EYE - what colour are their eyes? do people notice their eyes? is there anything special about them (shows emotion easily, literally magical…)?

Her eyes are bright green. That's not the first thing people notice, though.

It's immediately obvious that Emma never looks anyone in the eyes but they never know if she's looking through them or past them. That still doesn't mean she's not paying attention (or lying, or a coward); the fewer openings she leaves for lesser demon attack, the less she'll need to be protected by the brothers. hello stubborn Pride my old friend

This skill (further passively boosted by her pacts) helps massively later on as she trains to be a sorcerer, specializing in wards and glyphs and able to sense Illusion magic.

Sadly, Emma can be easily distracted by brightly colored and/or shiny things; she's gotten into arguments with Mammon over newly-minted lowest-denomination Grimm coins.

☕️ HOT BEVERAGE - do they prefer hot or cold drinks? what is their favourite drink?

Before coming to the Devildom, she mostly preferred sodas (and will not drink warm ones) but has since become unimaginably spoiled by Barbatos' tea preparation and Lucifer's vast collection; Levi swears he can feel her jealousy whenever someone offers her tea in the Human Realm. :(

Though there are drinks she can't stand, if asked she will say her favorite is whatever is served at dinner with friends and family. Is she copping out? Is she serious? Does she even know? She'll sometimes have multiple glasses of drinks at the same meal, depending on what's served, so it's possible.

It's a good thing Demonus is so ineffective in humans, because Emma is an absolute lightweight.

🌙 MOON - what is your oc’s greatest wish? how far are they willing to go for it?

Her greatest wish is to "prove herself", or rather to figure out what that even means.

If someone tells her she is literally incapable of doing something or simply not allowed, Emma will do it just to be spiteful. 'Don't go into the attic?' If she hadn't heard Belphie's voice, she would have climbed the stairs, taken one step into that hallway, and then went back down to bed. Suck it, 'Luci'. It's lucky reason #3 for why she gets along so well with Satan.

In the new timeline, her wish is to return to her original timeline because the brothers and sides are surely in absolute panic, but not if it means hurting these brothers too. Emma resumes her role as a sort of watchdog to help the Avatars (yes, all of them) adapt to their new powers and home.

How far will she go? Further than is sensible; Wrath and Pride make for a nasty combination as her ability to step back and evaluate the situation objectively essentially vanishes. In the original timeline, she valued her life quite poorly, and didn't resist Belphie beyond a refusal of the 'hug'. Wanting to kill humans because of his sister's death? Honestly that's a Big Mood right there, can't blame ya.

It's not that she wasn't scared of death, she remained convinced she'd already died and that such a termination of existence was deserving/worthy. Now very much in love with life, picking a fight with Diavolo or Lucifer remains on the table Barbatos scares the absolute shit out of her, nothanks Mr Royal Butler sir.

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[qrowsofafeather]

lmao I got to panel 4 and went "Wait, I know the reference!"

loved this, loved the fic <3

A commission for @fickleminder fanfiction ✨️

You can read it here

I had so much fun working on this comic. The fanfiction is way more spicier, though 😏✨️

Kora has really interesting writing skills and I hope you'll enjoy it 🤗

PS: If you're interested in the commissions, don't hesitate to DM me, I'll be more than happy to assist 😉

[the-auguer]

no guts

just a little something that’s been in the crockpot of my mind for, oh, a year. i’m purging the dreaded WIPs of my notes app and figured I finally found the direction I wanted to go with this one. this is inspired by @fickleminder’s “no hope, no love, no glory” which you should definitely read. basically, what would happen if MC fell out of favor with Mammon

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“And— and ya shoulda seen the server’s face when Beel kept goin’ with the— hey. Hey? Ya listenin’ over there?”

Your eyes had gone cloudy. They usually do around halfway into any story, but Mammon was determined to make you laugh this time. This was a story tried and tested to make even the grumpiest demons laugh and he misses your laugh like he’s never missed anything else. There’s an ache where your presence used to be that nothing else can fill. Because he can be leaning over your bedside, fussing over your pillows, scooting his chair up until his knees knock against the bed frame and it won’t matter. You��re present and you’re breathing and he’s close to you, but you’re not there. Not there. 

Your eyes drift back down to his face, focusing back in, just a little. It’s enough for Mammon to pick back up his story, watching your attention extra carefully now because this is the punchline of the story and you can’t miss it or he’ll never hear you laugh and the void will keep aching because he’s greedy and grasping but there’s nothing to have anymore, nothing to grasp— except there will be because Mammon will make it. He’ll create something to hold onto, something he’ll horde all to himself in the hole in his chest. He’ll create it. 

“And it was a mess, and the server said, he said—“

“I was a server,” you croak and Mammon is instantly snapping his mouth shut. His teeth clink together uncomfortably but Mammon ignores it, nodding his head rapidly, eager to egg you on. You talk so little. Your voice sounds a bit rough, should he grab you a glass of water? But no, he has to pay attention, he’ll get you that glass in a minute. He’ll remember. 

Your eyes list to the side and Mammon swerves his head so you’re still making eye contact with him. 

“There was… the company went bankrupt so I had to find another job.” You say. Your fingers inch across your blankets, tapping against the mattress just slightly. Like you’re about to start gesticulating when you speak. They don’t go very far. “It was around— no, it was near my… my house. Apartment. The restaurant was near my apartment… maybe two, three miles away. I’d walk there everyday.”

Mammon leans further in, hanging off your every word. What little he knows about your life outside your time in the Devildom hurts him. Pains him like nothing else. That you had a life, that you had experiences, that you lived your human lifespan and Mammon only gets the tail end of it when he wanted the all of it. But that’s his own fault, isn’t it? No use in being greedy with something you gave up. Mammon will leave that to Levi. He’d prefer to be greedy with the time you have left in his life than envious of the time you spent without him. 

“I mostly… I mostly handled the cashdrawer. The customers would— they never tipped when I was the server.” Your eyes move to him and there’s the clarity Mammon’s been aching for. The slightest bit of sharpness in your eyes. It makes his heart beat a little faster, even after all this time. “And I always wasted the— the ingredients when I cooked. So I manned the register.”

You huff out a breath and Mammon’s heart near leapt out of his throat. You laughed. You laughed you laughed you laughed you laughed. You laughed and he was here to see it. 

“Should— I should have known,” you mumble and Mammon strains himself to hear everything you say. “I never did anything right. It was a couple dollars at first. Every few nights. But then I was losing ten. Twenty. Thirty. Every night.” Your brows furrow as you recall. “And they said— said I was stealing.”

Your eyes turn to him and they bore into him with… something. Not intensity. Not sadness. But some kind of weight Mammon can’t place. Every nerve is prickling. His chest hurts. 

“I wasn’t.” You whisper, like it’s a confession. “But the— and then when I was moved to cleaning, when it stopped going missing. And then I spilled— I was fired. From being a server.”

Your eyes slide away from him and you look down at your hands, still and wrinkled on the blankets. 

“Never did anything right,” you mutter.

“That’s not true!” Mammon bursts out heatedly, making you startle a little. He lowers his voice immediately. “That’s not true. Ya— ya did everythin’ right. Ya did.” 

You slowly sink back against the pillows, loosing whatever wind you had, the firmness of your posture and eyes fading away. You make a ‘hmmph’ sound of mild derision and say nothing else. 

Mammon’s hands hover over one of yours. There’s a sick, tight feeling in his throat and he just wants to explain that you weren’t a screw up or a failure or whatever else you might think. They were the failures, the colossal fuck ups. Mammon most of all. 

If you were having trouble at your job, Mammon should have been there. Your first man, your protector, should have helped you prove your innocence and helped you find the missing cash. Mammon’s always had a nose for money, and it would have been easy for him to give you some of his—

Some of his affinity for it. 

“No. No no no no no no no no no no.” Mammon hands cover your hand, squeezing it tightly. “Ya— did you have trouble? Did— did— ya said your company went bankrupt? Money went missing? What other stuff happened? Hey, hey. Focus on me, please? What else happened? Please?”

Your eyes do move to him, annoyance in the slight furrow of your brow. But you don’t say anything. 

“No, please? Just— ya don’t gotta tell me all of it, promise. Just a little.”

“Every company,” you mutter, resentful. Mammon doesn’t know if you’re resentful of him or what you’re talking about. He doesn’t want to know. 

“Every company what,” Mammon snaps, impatient. His heart is thudding so fast. His hands are drained of color around the knuckles and shaking over your wrinkled one. “They what?”

“Went bankrupt. Or I got laid off. Every company I worked for.” You shake your head, eyes trained on the ceiling but looking off somewhere unknowable. “Never did anything right.”

Mammon’s hands fall away from their vice grip on yours. They find a new home over his mouth, where he clamps his fingers to his jaw as he fights wave after wave of nausea. 

Fuck. Fuck!

“I didn’t…” he gasps. “It— I didn’t do it,” he tells you desperately. “It wasn’t me! Or I— I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know!”

You look at him again. And it… it’s awful. Mammon can spend hours by your bed, praying for you to look at him, hoarding every moment you acknowledge him. But this? Your empty eyes that somehow pin him to his chair? They make him want to run. Shrivel up and disappear. Worse than when Lucifer gets the wrinkle in the middle of his forehead that means he’s really upset and Mammon has fucking done it this time. 

“Okay,” you say, befuddled and… and nothing else. Nothing at all.

Mammon puts his head in his hands, his elbows digging into his thighs. You once told him his elbows were bony. Laughed right in his face when he got all puffed up and mad about it. He feels it now, the aching pressure that presses his legs into the fake leather cushion of the stiff, uncomfortable chair he sits in. 

He would give every Grimm— no, every bit of gold, every shiny piece, every glimmer in his collection for you to call him bony again. 

“I didn’t know,” he says again. To you. To the open air of the stupid, shitty human nursing home. To his brothers— fuck how is he going to tell them? How is he supposed to… fuck. 

You don’t answer. And for once, Mammon’s grateful for it. 

[clabell]

Manga pages ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ I did for @fickleminder featuring their Obey Me MC Kirana & Satan 💚 it’s for their fanfic, read here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39617973

ᴄᴏᴍᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ info: https://clabel-commi.carrd.co

[misc-obeyme]

no words, just

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why.

I’m gonna spare you from my broken heart and shit (boy have I become really not good)

Oof. My heart 😭

It’s definitely been sad. I know they say the story will continue on in some form, but I’ll miss the games getting new content. I’ll probably end up replaying the whole story and going through all the Devilgrams as long as we have the apps running.

And of course I’ll be writing fic. I have so many ideas for some longer Solomon fics and I’ve been thinking about my OCs again…

Anyway, at least we still have the fandom right? This community has been so great to be part of. And we can still enjoy our favorite characters together.