#mc!dandy my beloved

[docterzerocare]

so! mc!Dandy backstory for you:

she's a changeling, so. her story obviously starts out with her (unfortunately) replacing someone's baby. they were an infant themself, so this wasn't a choice they just made themself. this fact is also something that's just kinda. f**ked them up their whole life.

he never knew he was a changeling until he was about seven years old (two years pre-abandonment). up until that point, all it knew was that people treated it a bit weird, but it didn't think that anything was really...wrong, y'know? and then xe is hit with a rather heart-shattering revelation:

not only are people treating xem differently because xe is a changeling, but people have treating xem differently because they view xem as a freak. like a monster.

people haven't just been acting weird around them, they've been walking on eggshells around them.

you see, different places have different opinions on the Fae, and thus also on changelings. some places have generally positive views on the Fae, and are just careful when interacting with them. others...they pretty much view faeries as beings that can and will gladly wreck your s**t if you're not extremely careful. (which. yeah, some function like that, but not all are like that)

take a wild guess which one was the village Dandy grew up in. guess.

anyway, that news pretty much changed her. she tried showing that she meant no harm. but nothing 100% worked. she wanted to prove that she wasn't a danger, that she was practically a regular child.

it never worked.

when he was nine, he was cast off into the woods by fed-up parents, still upset at the loss of their real child, and told to return to the Fae Realm with the rest of his kind, believing it would cause the return of their real child (and who knows, maybe it did, maybe it didn't).

when they were nine years old, attempting to do just that, they were turned away by their own kind, told that they were too "tainted," and left in that forest, rejected by the human family that raised them and the Fae as well. and no home to return to.

it gets a new outfit, cuts it's hair, and goes to travel the world. to find a home.

anyway, mc!Dandy my beloved <3

Oughhgjhh i love her i want to give xem a hug, i love the thought youve put into their backstory and the reflections of actual folklore - its so cool youre so big brained

An interesting connection ive made is how dandy and doc parallel eachother, doc found himself a family to protect and made a home... only to have it ripped away, fae has since traveled in search of faers family

Voi found a new place voi might like to call home but lost that too in voids search

The fact that dandy wasnt allowed a family or home so xe work to find one mirrors so well with doc getting his home and family taken away and his search for them

Both are stuck in the past thats wronged them but one looks for something theyve never had and the other looks for what they lost, which in turn stops them from seeing what they have

Idk does that make sense? Its just so cool

[princessasmosprincess]

OH MY GOD A SATAN REGENCY AU?!! IM GONNA GO INSANE YOURE TOO GOOD 😭😭😭

You're always so sweet (˵^ヮ^˵)♡

Ah the Satan Regency AU, my beloved. It's actually a concept I've had since before Mermaid Splash but I keep getting sidetracked by other projects.

The basic premise is that MC's parents are gone and their inheritance is tied up until they marry (as always, MC is meant to be gender neutral, though I do realize this was more of an issue for women in the Regency Era. Since this is an AU we can have fun with the "rules"). With a household to run, and their younger brother, Luke, at the age he should be attending boarding school, MC needs to find a solution to their money problems. They enlist the help of their childhood friend, Satan, who has just the idea to help them. Maybe it will be a way to catch two birds with one stone, by ruining his social and academic rival and ensuring his dear friend's future. MC is happy to follow through with the plan, but will Satan be content with the result when all is said and done? It's a little fun, a little angst.

This snippet is a long one but I just had to share:

“I suppose I’ll just have to get married,” You’d said.

“That does seem like your only option,” Satan had said.

You sighed, it was all you could do.

“Now we’ll just have to find you a suitable match.” He began to run down the list of gentlemen in your circle, “Lord Mammon is automatically disqualified,”

“Why is that?”

“Mammon frequents gambling halls more than his own home,”

“Noted,” You’d said.

“Admiral Leviathan is trustworthy, if a bit shy,”

You twirled a wildflower between your fingers, “But he’d be out to sea for months out of the year,”

“As his spouse, you’d be permitted to go with him.”

You shook your head. As much as you loved the sea, you couldn't see yourself taking up residence on a ship. Besides, you had a younger brother to watch over and a household to run. “And he’s shy too?”

Satan nodded.

You began plucking the petals from the flower one by one. “Who else is there?”

“There’s Lord Asmodeus,” Satan offered. “You know he adores you.”

“He adores everyone,”

“That he does,” Satan laughed. “With him you’d live comfortably. The dandy that he is, he’ll keep you in only the highest of fashion.”

“That’s true,”

“He needs to be tied down to someone before he does something foolish,”

“Oh and is that what I am to be?” You gave a sarcastic laugh. “A cage to trap his philandering spirit?”

WIP Ask Game

[daandyli0n]

y'know, now that i think about it, the more and more i think about mc!Dandy and the pieces of myself i put into her.

like. she's a changeling. it was believed that changelings were an explanation for autism, amongst other disorders and stuff. like, there's apparently a lot of descriptions for changelings that match up with autism. if y'all ain't aware, i'm self-diagnosed with autism (multiple reasons), and changelings/the Fae are like a special interest for me.

literally one of the Biggest things with them is like an analogy for masking. it constantly insists that xe's a human, a regular, everyday human.

she hides well enough that her weird behaviors to cover up the fact that she's a changeling could all just be explained away as quirks. but she doesn't hide well enough to cover up that they're Different somehow.

she can shapeshift, so. y'know, there's that (aka. Gender™).

she keeps trying to find a home, whether that's returning to the Fae Realm (which she doubts will accept her anyway, given that they shunned her for being 'tainted' by the human world when she was nine) or somewhere else, they just want somewhere that truly feels like home.

it has horrible trust and abandonment issues, yet gets attached to those who are even mildly nice to xem. it takes xem a long time to trust someone to want to reveal that they're a changeling, because she's Terrified of being rejected.

just. mc!Dandy my beloved <3 she may or may not be a way for me to Project a little, but she's still a lovely lil gal <3

[harlequinalis]

Have some Valentine's Day evertree art featuring Winter, Gunther, Dandy, Leah, some of my friends MCs! (and my MC Rowan lol) 🥰💖😘 @dixie-cupps @birbwaifu

[a-crepusculo]

Scarlet Roses (Ethan x MC)

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x Dr. Marchia Bisognin (F!MC) Premise: Marchia receives a special delivery on Valentine’s Day. Rating / Category: Teen / Fluff Warning(s): None Word Count: 1,146 words

Event Prompt: Participating in @choicesfebruary2022challenge​ Day 14 — Elevator.

A/N: Didn’t plan on making a V-Day fic, but an idea popped up and it wouldn’t leave my head until I write it. Pointless fluff, really lol. Enjoy, friends!

“Delivery for Doctor Bisognin!”

Standing in front of the nurses’ station, an unknown voice abruptly called out her name, snatching her attention in the midst of all the bustle. It was a particularly hectic day; hundreds of people walking through the familiar halls, seeking medical attention or visiting their loved ones. Though, frankly, every single day can be categorized as a busy day when you are working at Edenbrook Hospital. 

Today, however—today was ‘special’, for lack of a better word.

Today was Valentine’s Day.

The whole hospital was flooded with those hideous shades of red and pink; glitters, paper hearts, and teddy bears placed in every inch of this enormous venue. Marchia was not against the beloved Saint Valentine’s Day—no, not in the least. In fact, she would gladly take some time off and spend it with her boyfriend, who would absolutely complain and grumble about this capitalistic holiday.

After spending fourteen hours inside this godforsaken place, however, one can say that all the cheesy decor was getting too hard on the eyes.

She turned her head, emerald orbs sweeping over the bustling white corridor. Using her remarkable diagnostics skills and her fantastic eyesight, she ultimately located its source—a man lost in the crowd, miserably trying to push himself through the throng.

“Are you,” he panted, face partly hidden behind a giant bouquet of scarlet roses. “Are you Doctor Bisognin?”

“Uuuuh,” she mumbled, enthralled by the aromatic, fresh fragrance that swiveled in the air. Within the sterile environment, those sweet-scented flowers stole the spotlight, garnering unwanted attention from passersby.

Collecting her thoughts, she continued with, “That’s me.”

“Good.”

The delivery man—probably sick of sending flower arrangements at this point—hastily placed down the large bouquet and shoved a device for her to sign. After quickly inscribing her signature, he obtained his handy-dandy device and made his jolly way to the exit.

“Wait!” the young attending shouted, a puzzled look crossed her delicate features. Oddly enough, there was nothing attached to the bouquet that could help her identify the person who sent it.

“Do you know who this is from?”

“No idea, ma’am!” he replied, then disappearing behind the corner.

Well, that was helpful.

Marchia picked up the flowers and cradled it in her arms, feet shuffling to reach the elevator. Last time she checked, Ethan still loathed the whole lovey-dovey festivities of fourteenth February. Would it be too much of a wishful thinking to hope that this beautiful gift was from her own partner?

Her index finger pushed the top button; mind wandering around the abyss of her subconscious. She tried gathering clues that could unveil the identity of the mystery sender, connecting long red threads across the evidence board, only to reach a cul-de-sac.

As the sleek lift doors slid open, several people poured out of the metal container and dissolved into the hallway. The only person left inside of it was this tall, attractive figure—his undivided attention enraptured in a patient’s medical chart.

Speak of the devil. 

She stepped into the elevator; body deliberately facing backwards. The air separating them suddenly crackles at a thousand volts, making his skin prickle with feverish warmth. Words were not needed to alert him of her delicate presence, causing him to slip an arm around her waist.

“There you are,” he murmured, lowering down his head to give a quick peck on her rosy cheek.

The older doctor took shelter at the crook of her neck, seeking refuge from his own messy tangle of thoughts. In such close proximity, the intoxicating scent of her perfume had enveloped him; a simple whiff of it was enough to awaken the primitive monster that resided within him.

Just when he was about to kiss her again—this time, having less honorable intentions—he finally saw the humongous bouquet in her arms.

Ethan stiffened on instinct, like a thief caught red-handed taking valuables from a safe-deposit box. He says nothing, a hot blush tingling at his cheeks. His icy blue eyes studied every visual cues that was presented, trying to make sense of the current situation.

At long last, the gears in his brain started to shift again and he was able to ask, “Is that yours?”

A mischievous smile lit up her face.

“Yup. Did you send them?”

“No.”

His baritone voice was hoarse, jarring—trying very hard to seem disinterested. The stoicism and tone would work on anyone else, but Marchia knew better. Especially by how his darkened, hooded orbs were boring into her back; chill creeping up her spine.

It seemed like he fell straight into the mousetrap.

“Oh.”

Hook,

“Someone else, then.”

Line,

“Perhaps a secret admirer.”

Aaand sinker.

Her words are laced with a hint of amusement, followed shortly by another disgruntled mumbling that Marchia could not quite decipher—his one-of-a-kind response. She could feel the way he pressed himself into her, his grip on her hip tightened as the ends of her mouth tugged upwards, grinning teasingly.

“After all, it is Valentine’s,” she continued against the silence. “So maybe someone wanted to celebrate it with me?”

His wide eyes narrowed, lips pursing in firm concentration. Through the thick layers of his impassive countenance, a roguish smirk threatened to break across his face as he placed down the final piece of the puzzle. Apparently, two can play that game. 

“Perhaps,” he spoke with intrigue, then swivelled the tiny figure in his arms, facing her directly. “Yet unlike this... mystery individual, I don’t need a pretentious, overblown holiday to remind you how much I love you.”

“Ah, duly noted, Mr. I-hate-almost-every-single-holiday-out-there Ramsey.”

A small snort escaped him before he could help it.

“Every damn day is Valentine’s Day when I’m with you, my love,” he returned, unable to contain the joyful smile as he looked down at her beautiful face. Placing his free hand flat against the small of her back, he closed the already small space between them (and the flowers), and fully kissed her.

She let out a faint hiss as their kiss went from effortless to downright greedy. Lips and teeth were tugging at one another, claiming their spot in this passionate tug of war. Her mouth swayed in languid, hungry strokes, almost like she was challenging him for more.

And if the elevator did not come to a sudden stop—indicating that the steel doors would open soon—he would have already consummate her in this very spot.

“Come to my office,” he murmured in her ear, unrestrained need evident in his commanding statement. “We can celebrate Valentine’s just the way you like it.”

His heady whisper had awoken every inch of her, body thrumming with the desperate need to touch him. With a lustful smirk of her own, she slowly nodded, fingertips skimming the exposed skin on the nape of his neck.

“Yes, sir.”

Additional A/N: The flowers were actually from her brother lol he just forgot to add a card

I’ll be tagging in a separate list!

[mxvladdy]

Hello! I love your writing and I may have a prompt, if it strikes your fancy. I'm aware it might not be entirely lore-friendly a request, but I love relationship shenanigans in Obey Me, so I got to ask: how do you think Luci, Diavolo, Satan and Beel would help their anxious SO adjust when MC begins demonstrating mad prowess in witchcraft right after they first spend the night together? Sex, power and pacts seem to go hand-in-hand in related media, but no one really planned for it in their case!

Awww thankie and sorry for the long wait! I’m glad you like my writing! I hope you like this! It gave me big thirst lmaooo

Lucifer

Mmmm you smell of him in the morning. He positively oozes from your every pore. Rich and spicy, like amber and freshly turned earth.

Good. Let it be known to all that you were claimed. Thoroughly.

He put his daily routine on hold for you this morning. He was weak to your pouting.

He’ll stay in bed for a little bit to indulge you. But duty calls and work waits for no demon

Neither of you really pay attention to how hard you are clinging to him when he tries to extract himself to get dressed

You both just kind of chalk it up to neither of you want to part

The day goes on as usual for him, meetings, paperwork, meetings, punishing Mammon, meetings

But the whole time something was nagging at him. He just couldn’t put his finger on it. He just felt like he forgot something important

But that’s impossible-

The wall explodes out behind him cutting Lucifer off mid-sentence. The rubble and great ball of flames miss him and Diavolo by mere inches only because of the latter’s quick reflexes. “Are you alright my friend?” Diavolo asks golden eyes alight with surprise. Lucifer could feel the prince’s defensive magic prickling his skin in response to the pungent magic wafting out of the hole.

“Of course-” Lucifer steps back, straightening his jacket’s lapels, the near-miss ruffles his feathers. Both men step closer to the hole. His hackles raise.  The power emanating from the crater was far too familiar. Someone dares to use his magical signatures without permission.  Snarling into the abyss he marches forward. He ignores Diavolo’s calls to wait and strides through the hole. His wings flare up from his back along with his temper. He walks through each wave of magic that washes over him. With each destroyed wall he steps through more and more of his demonic form comes forth till he is more beast than man. Strolling through the final hole he stops. His red eyes sweep across the scene in front of him. As the seconds' tick by his mood morphs from rage to shock, then to a sense of blinding pride.  

“Well-” He crosses his arms and smirks. He turns his gaze to the epicenter of the damage.

“Luci, I am so so sorry.” You mutter aghast behind your fingers. “I-I don’t know what happened.” You were never the best student in any of the practical classes. The teachers made exceptions for you and your lack of magical prowess. In this class, the teacher always paired you up with Solomon or Luke so they could help you prepare the necessary spells and runes. But you felt so different today, stronger and sharper. Damn near unstoppable even. Just the thought of someone else doing your work made something deep inside you seethe. You didn’t need help, you’ve seen and heard the incantations a thousand times before- it wouldn’t hurt to try…Well, let’s rephrase that, it didn’t hurt you to try.

The classroom was totaled. Dust, rubble, and burning pages all float around you like a post-apocalyptic snowstorm. Soot from your uncontrolled spell blacked your clothes and skin, next to you Solomon stands rigid in shock white brows disappearing into his hairline. Quietly you lick your thumb and forefinger and put out the small blue flame singeing his bangs. “Thanks.” He spits out around a mouthful of ash and grit.

Lucifer coughs to draw all eyes back to him. He takes inventory of the room, making sure all the other students scattered about were still breathing. Satisfied he beckons to you with a finger. “Come.” You jump into motion, scrambling up and over the rubble to grab his outstretched hand.

“Lucifer.” He cuts you off.

“Not here,” He smiles warmly rubbing at some soot staining the tip of your nose. “Come let’s get you cleaned up.”

_____________

“Should I be worried?” You ask, stepping out of Lucifer’s private showers wrapped in one of his sinfully soft towels. “I’m not going to blow stuff up on a whim now, right?” You plop down on his bedroom’s couch. Lucifer hums noncommittally by his liquor cabinet.

“I doubt it. How do you feel?” He takes a seat beside you handing you a glass and grabbing your legs to drape them over his. You take a swig from the glass, the heat of the liquor getting rid of the lingering shock from class. How did you feel?

Your bones hum with some unknown energy and there was a fire coursing through your veins. “I feel like I could take on the world. Like I dominate half of the Devildom.” Lucifer’s smile was nothing short of smug.

“Good.” He sips his drink.

“Good?” You lean forward expectantly.

Lucifer strokes your cheek coming in to inhale your fresh scent. The commingling of his and your own was beyond arousing. “There is more than one way to seal and strengthen a pact, my beloved.” He pulls you into a chastened kiss, feeling your cheeks heat with a dawning realization of what he meant. “You have now given yourself to me in both body and soul. The- bonus perks were inevitable.” He parts from you, reaching for his glass.

“Will it go away?” You honestly didn’t know if you could handle any more curveballs down here.

Lucifer laughs swirling the dredges of his drink before downing it in one go. “Ideally no- but over time if it isn’t reinforced it will weaken and disappear on its own.”

“Reinforced?” The heat of your drink seems to dip lower down your body. Your demon scoffs giving you a knowing look.

He drags you onto his lap. “Are you truly satisfied with just a night with me αγαπούλα μου?” A gloved finger tugs at the hem of your towel. “If I had my way I would keep you full and drunk on my power for all eternity.” He captures you in a searing kiss draping you over the cushions of his couch, his eyes turning predatory. “Do not worry about the side effects.” He purrs caging you in. “We have all the time in the world to get you accustomed to them.”

Diavolo

He knew. This bitch knew before he ever got you in his bed-chamber. Just think of the entertainment value~

So when he sweeps you up into his quarters for the night day weekend, he just forgets to mention it to you

He is curious about how his magic will affect a human of celestial descent. Will it show up all at once? Or over a long period of time? He hopes that your blood doesn’t cancel out his claim on you

He watches you like a hawk for a while- and nothing…

Hmm. Perhaps it just didn’t take the first time? No matter, try-try-try again as the saying goes. He certainly doesn’t see you complaining

But as the week passes he slowly puts it on his backburner as his work begins to pile up again

You on the other hand are having a time. One day you are fine and dandy and the next you can read and write in languages you’ve never even heard of.

Then you started seeing some frankly crazy shit. Had the ghost at the house always been this active?

The last straw for you was accidentally freezing half of the house’s rose garden with a sneeze. To say you are panicked is an understatement

Frazzled you run to the only mage you could (kinda) trust

“It’s not funny!” You hiss frantically staring bewildered at your friend. Your look of panic just makes him laugh harder. “Stop seriously Solomon! Gods, what did I do?” You scrub at your face hard. If you made yet another freaking pact with a demon you were going to lose it. Seven idiots were enough for several lifetimes.

Solomon howls at this, drawing curious and rude looks from the surrounding tables of the tea house. You swat at his shoulder hissing like a cat. “Sorry- sorry” He hiccups. “Your turn of phrase was just so fitting.” He collects himself by taking a sip of his tea. “Tell me, what have you been doing of late?” He smirks around the rim of his cup.

You squint at him not getting it. His keen eyes drift down to land on the garden of purple and blue bruises littering your neck. You slap a hand over your hickeys. He smiles leaning over conspiratorially. “What’s it like to sleep with a God? The perks are amazing no?”  

You shook your head. “I-what perks?”

“Oh~ Loverboy didn’t warn you of certain side-effects?” The mage leans back in his chair. He was going to have a great time today. ___________

Unbelievable. You march up the walkway to the palace, your mind absolutely reeling. Did he know about this? Of course, he did-how could he not! Did he just forget? No- Diavolo was many things, smart, cunning, conniving, but never forgetful. You knew him well and knew he had to be on the lookout for “side effects” as Solomon put it.

Fine, two can play at this game.

“Ah! Mio Giglio! How are you?” Dia glances up from his mountainous amount of paperwork when you throw open his office door. He rises in one fluid motion to scoop you up in a tight hug. Now that you know what to look for, you hone into the way he holds you. His large hands run down your back and sides possessively, he clings to you rubbing his bulking frame on you like a cat marking you. He leans in close to rub the bridge of his strong nose up and down your clavicle and neck. You feel his hot breath on your skin when he exhales. How had you not noticed this?

“Good, and you?” You smile into the fabric of his shirt. Carefully you wrap your arms around his solid waist. You hug him lightly so as to not give away your little surprise.

“Better with you here.” He chuckles stepping back to return to his desk. You follow closely behind waiting for the perfect time to strike. “What have you been up to?” He asks innocently, going to sit back down. “I haven’t seen you in a few days.”

You hum nonchalantly coming up behind him to rub at his tense shoulders. “Nothing much.” He nods closing his eyes as your fingers dig into sore muscles. “Usual school week, made some new friends...Went shopping with Asmo and Luke this morning. Bought you some treats, hidden from Barbatos of course.” You drop a quick peck on his cheek. Diavolo smiles sinking lower into his chair. He hopped it was something with lemon or orange, they were in season now. Barbatos had been on the warpath with his sugar and carb intake of late. “Then I had tea with Solomon and he filled me in on some very interesting facts.” You kiss his hairline.

“Mmmm?”

You pull away from his warmth to come around to straddle his lap while he is distracted. He jerks at your sudden weight on his lap but relaxes almost immediately. He opens a golden eye, not even realizing he had closed them. Your demeanor shifts when his gaze is fully set on you, all sweet innocence gone. A cheshire grin spreads across your face. “Funny you should ask if I’m feeling ok. I have been feeling a bit off of late.”

Diavolo tenses. “Are you well?” He tries to reach for you, his arms coming off the armrests of his desk chair. You strike like a viper, your small hands wrap and lock around his thick wrists pinning them to the chair. His eyes bulge in shock. You watch coyly as his biceps bulge under his clothes. He tries to break free for a few minutes before settling back. “I see-”

Leaning in you brush your lips across his ears, heart racing with excitement. “You forgot to mention quite a few things, Dia.” The low purr he emits shakes both of you.

“My apologies.” He admits. “You know I love a good show. Shame I missed it.” He throws you a rogue smile. “Forgive me?”

You slide closer until you rested chest to chest, legs wrapping around his to pin him down further. His purr drops down an octave. Locking eyes with him you remove a hand from his wrist daring him to move. He doesn’t. You move slowly and deliberately resting your hand on his strong neck. His reaction was instantaneous. His pupils dilate, and the gold of his irises turn molten. You start to feel his magic seep out, you match it, giddy with excitement that you could. “Only if you work for it.” You smirk.

Diavolo nods readily, licking at his dry lips in anticipation. He was more than ready to atone.

Satan

He is a good noodle and has the decency to tell you what will happen beforehand

It’s only polite to give you a heads up before he breaks your headboard

You both are curious about how it will affect you. He at least is excited to teach you some practical magic

Plus the idea of you pranking Lucifer with magic? Sublime.

He smells it blossoming under your skin while you sleep.

It’s sharp and minty with a smoky finish. Then the power hits him like a brick to the face. He is in awe.

It’s like an electrifying feedback loop that just energizes and excites him and you feel it too. He’ll lose himself in you and your body again, hyped up on the headiness of it all.

Once he has *cough* cleared his head *cough* he takes you out to try out your newly found powers. He has so many things he wants to teach you.

Satan kneels beside you nodding his head in approval at your chalk markings. Your lines weren’t exactly steady, he could see how your hand shook as you copied his paperwork but you followed it dutifully. He finds your nervousness adorable as if he would let anything bad happen to you. At his go-ahead, you get to your feet. Turning your palms down towards your summoning circle you recite your spell and watch in amazement as your runes glow bright green underneath you. In a flash of blinding lights and smoke, you sense the pull of the creature emerging from your rune work. Delighted you look down at your handy work.

“Congratulations my darling, exceptionally done.” He grins proudly from his perch by his bookshelf.

You bend down and pick up the little critter. “What is it?” It looked like a blob of flan but firmer. Its squishy form shivers in your palm when you poked it. Its body giving way under your gentle poke. It was dark green but lightened to an electric green at its base. It was surprisingly warm.

You feel Satan coming up behind you to rest his chin on your shoulder. “It looks to be a lesser familiar, not bad for your first time summoning ever.” The jelly wiggles at his praise even though you couldn’t find any discernible features on its smooth little body. You turn it this way and that in your hand, even though it didn’t have eyes you could sense it was sizing you up to.

“What can it do?” You raise a brow at your companion. His arms circle your waist, his grin turning mischievous.

“Let's find out.”

________

Your lungs burn, each breath coming hard and sharp while you run. The sound of your pounding feet was swallowed up by the rush of foot traffic around you. Satan drags you behind him ushering you both around the throng of students. “Quickly!” He looks over his shoulder and flashes you a brilliant smile. “The further away from his office we are the less likely he could blame us.”

You laugh breathlessly along with him.

________

“What Belphie say?” You lean onto Satan’s shoulder to peek at his phone. The two of you sit, crowding in on each other's space underneath a desk in one of the unused classrooms.

“It’s glorious. Everything is covered. He says it looks like magic won’t remove it either!” He cackles showing you his screen. Belphie sent him a selfie. He is grinning devilishly from ear to ear throwing you both a peace sign through the screen. In the background, you could clearly see a very irate Lucifer. His face was red with fury and his clothes covered in green goo. His office was wrecked. Your little jelly did a number on it, you hadn’t expected it to expand as large as it did. Your familiar popping on the edge of Lucifer’s desk wasn’t intended either, but totally worth it. “Think you can summon another?” Satan asks, darkening his screen. You shake your head, whatever power you had earlier today had been drained after your little stunt.

Satan nods in understanding. “Shame- imagine what one of your jellies could do to Diavolo’s office.”

“Satan-”

He chuckles wrapping an arm around your back. He plants a loud kiss onto your forehead. “Alright-alright. Perhaps after a bit of a rest and recharge?”

You poke his leg playfully and laugh. “If you wanted to have sex again you could just ask.”  

He dips low and kisses you. “Well then- if you are up for another round of delinquency…”

Beelzebub

Sweet baby didn’t know-

Well, he knew about it. Lucifer had given everyone “the talk” about it a couple of millennia ago.

He never really thought about it before you because he didn’t sleep with humans often (Him so big, human so smol if he isn’t paying attention it could be...bad)

So when you drag him into your room he just doesn’t think about it. You are both so oblivious

He doesn’t think about the shift in your scent, your kisses were just as sweet as always. If there was a peppery aftertaste to your kiss he chalks it up to something you had for breakfast

He doesn’t think anything of it when you practically drag him from your bed to shower together before school

He doesn’t think about it when at lunch your appetite starts to rival his

He starts to think about it during P.E. when your dodge ball puts a demon down for the rest of class

He definitely notices when you pin him down to steal his sandwich during your picnic date

Now he’s freaking out, whether it's because you are showing inhuman strength or the fact that you stole his food who knows

You nab yet another one of his sandwiches and start munching away with a hum of happiness. “Hey, babe.” He rumbles beneath you. “You feeling alright?” He wraps his large hands around your waist. Your weight was warm and comfortable over his prone form. He had whisked you away for an afternoon picnic, something to spend more time with you alone. After last night he craved being around you more than anything. He had packed enough food for him in mind. But it looks like it wouldn’t be enough. Odd. Beel rests his head back on the thick blanket protecting you both from the slightly damp grass underneath.

“Hmm?” You swallow down a mouthful of ruben. “Yeah! Famished though.” You lean back on his strong hip and swipe your finger around your mouth to brush off some crumbs. You reach for the other half of his sandwich to devour but pauses when you catch Beel’s kicked puppy look. With a huff of amusement, you offer the other half to him letting him chomp down with a fanged smile in thanks.

He chews in silence, watching you pick up a bowl of fresh fruit. Hmmm… He runs his rough palms up and down your thighs and hips ignoring your squirming and giggles when he runs over the thin skin of your sides. He squeezes you lightly. Huh- Your muscles were firmer than this morning, now that he was looking closer he could see that your frame was a bit sturdier too. Still his perfectly lovable and squishy human but more solid around the edges. In a last-ditch effort to figure out what has changed, he reaches out for his pact mark.

He jerks forward, upsetting your position on his lap, causing you to tumble backward, fruit flying everywhere. “Beel!” You shriek. He shushes you, squeezing your cheeks between warm hands.

“I forgot.”

“You forgot?” You repeat. “What dessert? I’m pretty sure the fruit was part of it...but I mean. If you want grassy cantaloupe it’s all yours.” You eye the remains of the seasonal fruit laying around you and then at the basket. You were pretty sure you saw some pastries at the bottom of it too.

“We had sex.” He blurts out bluntly, and quite loudly.

Your face heats. “Yes, thank you for the reminder.” You push him off sitting up on your elbows. “Please, why don’t you yell it out for all the wildlife to hear too.”

Beelzebub shakes his head groaning. “No-I forgot to warn you about our pact.”

Ahh-oh. You eye him wearily. If he was stressing you were stressing, it wasn’t like him to get so bent out of shape. “Ok-is it, like bad?”  What were you going to die? That would be a big thing to just forget. “How about you fill me in big guy.” You listen enraptured while he jerkily explains how you have strengthened your bond exponentially without even realizing it. Magic, super strength, the appetite, all because you jumped his bones.

Nice.

It sounded so cool- but then overwhelming all at the same time. Was it permanent? What if you lost control and actually hurt someone for real.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think about it-I just. You felt so good.” He wilts. “I should have been more careful- this is the first time I’ve done this.”

“Beel-”

“I swear.” He bulldozes over you. “I didn’t mean to keep this from you.”

You cut him off, combing your fingers through his hair soothingly. “I believe you, Beel.” You smile reassuringly. “It’s not like it’s gonna hurt me...right?”  He thinks about it for a minute then grunts, shaking his head. You grin brighter stretching out your arms. “And I get some cool powers right?”

He nods again. “For a bit yes.”

You get up off the ground excitedly. “Right then! You’ll show me the ropes right? I’ve never done anything magical before!” You look at your palms as if fire or sparks were going to fly out of them. Beel rises to his feet too.

“You sure? I doubt I will be as good of a mentor as Lucifer or even Belphie.” He looks around the large grove of trees and sprawling grassy acreage around you both. You both were far away from the populated areas of the mountain pass and town. He could practice with you freely and without worrying about damaging anything important. “Not the date I promised, but if you really want me to show you some stuff…” He offers you a shy smile. He did have a few cool tricks he could show you. You nod already rolling up your sleeves. Well- if this was what you really wanted then he would be glad to show you.  

[chaotic-macaroni]

Hi! I was wondering if I could ask for a matchup..? Sorry to bother! Also sorry for the long ask..

I'm a social introvert, I can handle a few talks with friends here and there but I need my 'Silence time'. I'm also very imaginative, I like to make stories and write them out, I also like to do fanfics. However, I'm a bit distant and too timid to show them to those whom I like, I also have this tendency to make aus with me and my loved ones. Unfortunately, I have very few mutual friends since I'm too distant and wary to even befriend and socialize. Once I feel like there's a mutual friendly connection between me and someone, that's where I begin to warm up. I'm usually a bit brighter around mutual beloved ones. I like to joke around with them, usually earning the title 'Gremlin' from those close to me.

I want to do self-care, and I'm doing it. Except, I somehow messed up my sleeping schedule and take very long naps during the day. I like fairy tales, I somehow root for the villains more than the heroes and princesses. I like Maleficent and the other iconic villains.. I also like stories like The Little Prince and Pan's Labyrinth and I like aesthetics. One would find me in my room with all lights off except for the star projector if I'm not up writing or gaming. Speaking of, I can be observant and take notes. This would end up in me picking up all the ways on how a certain character romances the protagonist in dating sims and therefore, despite being single, I kind of know how to flirt. I don't like it when people touch me, especially clinging to me. But if I'm all warmed up to you, if I feel comfortable and like you, expect me to cling or nap on you. I'm someone who can lend an ear, an advice, a hug and comfort to my loved ones who need it.

I like music and anything involving creativity. Performance arts, visual arts... My taste in music..? It's all over the place. I like classical music to metal rock. I also like to dance waltz in my room if I'm alone, disney-esque. If someone barges in my room while I'm in the middle of acting like I'm in a Disney movie, please expect me to act casual right away. Awkwardly.. Like pretending to lose my balance.

My style is very normal and generic, but I'm actually interested in going outside the box in terms of fashion even if I'm insecure.

Hey! Thanks so much for sending this in, sorry for the late response, I’ve been a bit busy.

I pair you with...

The Jazzy Julian!

~How you guys met~

(granted this disregards how MC and Julian actually met in the OG story line)

-You reluctantly got dragged out one night to the Rowdy Raven by some of your close friends

-You were a little annoyed at first but eventually you slinked into your gremlin activities

-You were having a dandy ole time when all of a sudden you see a gangly red-head with an eye-patch get thrown across the room by a scruffy looking, tattooed manly man

-You knowing that sh!t is about to go down you decide to dip because you sure as hell did not sign up for this

-On your walk home, you happen to see the same red-head looking all torn up

-Taking pity on this sad soul you offer your place as somewhere to get himself cleaned up after getting a whooping by Mr. Tough

-At your place he gets himself fixed up and for some reason takes it upon himself to pass out on the couch

-You decide that you really don’t want to deal with this at the moment and will just deal with the rowdy man in the morning

~Fun head cannons about your relationship~

-Being an actor he too has a soft spot for fairy tales, he loves telling you ones that he grew up hearing as a child and insists that there is truth in them

-He loves that you like writing and will take your finished projects and re-enact them trying to make you laugh

-Will gladly help you try something new fashion wise

-He will buy the most random clothing pieces hoping you might like them (he’s trying okay)

-In a modern AU he would gladly waltz around the room with you to Disney classics

-He really enjoys how versatile your music taste is. No matter what you are in the mood to listen to he will always get super into it which will lead to a gremlin dance party

-He finds it really cute how you pick up on other’s flirting styles and use them as your own and will gladly egg you on to see how much he can get you to flirt

Thanks for sending this in! I hope you liked it!

[farleywill]

About the Possibility of a Valentine’s Day DLC for Mystic Messenger...

Time to throw my two cents out there again!

So, I know everyone is wanting a DLC for Valentine’s Day, because of the Christmas DLC. It’s all fine and dandy, but...there is one thing to think about...

The major things that have appeared recently in the game (Seven’s Spaceship in Patch 1.5, and the Christmas DLC in Patch 1.6) have occurred in what I’m calling “major patches.” Meaning, patches that change the second number of the patch number. (Like, going from Patch 1.5.9 to Patch 1.6 is a major patch, while 1.5.8 to 1.5.9 is a minor patch.)

We are currently on Patch 1.6.4. That means that, in order to get to the magic number 1.7, we have to go through...five more minor patches. Now, these patches are to improve the gameplay and such, and usually isn’t thrown out on a scheduled timeframe. With that being said, I calculated an average of one patch update per two weeks, sometimes within one week.

In America (and most of the world,) Valentine’s Day is Feb. 14. Which is practically four weeks away from today. So, given that match, Cheritz would have to release a minor patch every week, and one of those weeks would have two patches (possibly a hardfix for a previous patch, cause that happens) However, I don’t really see that happening. Long story short...

...I doubt that there will be a Valentine’s Day DLC out on or shortly before V-Day...

BUT, THAT DOESN’T MEAN IT WON’T HAPPEN EVER!

Don’t forget, this is Cheritz we’re talking about. You know, a gaming studio homed in South Korea, and THAT is the key! I believe (with the research that I have done,) there are technically TWO days that involve love. Feb. 14th would be Valentine’s Day in Korea, yes...but MAR. 14 is White Day. What’s the difference? Well...here it is!

Valentine’s Day is a day in which women give chocolate or candy to men, as a sign of love. White Day is a day in which the men return the favor. So...in this case...

I WANT TO DECLARE THAT THE NEXT MAJOR PATCH FOR MYSTIC MESSENGER WILL NOT COME OUT IN FEBRUARY, BUT INSTEAD, MARCH, FOR WHITE DAY!

I can also see how they can work the DLC format for it. We have two days, still. One day will be Feb. 14th (a day in which the MC’s will determine who they will give the chololate/candy to) and Mar. 14th (the second day, and the determining route on which the MC has chosen) The first day could be a setup, and the second day could be something like a date, or leading up to a date (in the ending VN)

...AAAAND, in honor of how the Christmas DLC went for our beloved Jaehee, it can be seen as White Day being “a day in which you respond to your significant other’s gift of love,” meaning...we could possibly get that true, honest-to-God romantic route with Jaehee. Since Valentine’s Day/White Day are the two biggest romantic days in Korea, it’s highly possible. XD

 And that is the end of my explanation. If you agree with it, awesome! If you fine loose ends in this, please let me know! I don’t want to have any of this info be innacurate, so please, let me know. XD

[virginiawritesx]

Camp NaNo July 2019- Update

It’s July 4th and I’m officially a whole two days ahead of my WC goal!! The story has kind of veered off of my outline, which I’m actually in love with the way that it did, so that’s all fine and dandy. I wrote a scene today where my beloved MC is incredibly existential and sad and it actually pained me to write, but I DID IT. Pushed through the sad stuff so I can write some fluffy scenes that will totally make my heart feel a lot more full tomorrow.

How is everyone else doing Camp this month doing? Goals being met? Flying through it? Hit a bump? Not doing so hot?

Regardless of where you are in your progress or how you’re doing, I’m proud of you. Writing is hard, and often isolating, so if anyone needs a friend, or just someone to shout into the void with, feel free to shoot me a PM!

Now for stats!

 Overall goal - 50k

Current WC - 8.5k

Words written today - Like 1.5k??? Maybe??? I wasn’t keep track like I should of been, whoops.

Happy writing folks :D

[docterzerocare]

so. had more thoughts on mc!Dandy. specifically on their thoughts about other Fae.

so. i remember you mentioning mc!Doc Also being a faery, and i thought about how their first meeting would've gone.

Dandy has a general distrust of other faeries due to the whole "Basically Got Shunned After Getting Abandoned When It Was Nine Years Old" thing. nothing against all the Fae, it's just. not a great introduction to the rest of their own species, y'know?

so i'd say that she tries to pull the whole "100% Normal Human Kid" act around Doc, because she thinks fae doesn't know they're a changeling. they end up warming up to void, though :]

(may or may not make a ref for xem. my lil changeling gal :])

Omg mc!dandy my beloved

Doc 100% knows lmao but he also knows a thing or 2 about hiding so fae doesnt directly push

Vois just vibrating waiting for xem to feel comfortable so he can teach them cool fae tricks™️ that she might not know