#obey me helene

[devildomwriter]

Fun Facts 791-800

• If he spots cats, Mephistopheles will send the pictures to Satan to which he generally receives a wall of text.

• Belphegor believes it’s weird Satan doesn’t use bookmarks.

• Leviathan and Little D. No. 3 got into a fight over who gets to recite the Lord of Shadow’s lines.

• When MC directly asks him, Raphael reveals he prefers cats over dogs.

• Despite loving being in the water, Leviathan doesn’t enjoy pools.

• Asmodeus’s ex-lover, Helene, is most likely based on Helen of Troy due to major similarities in their backgrounds.

• Leviathan hates the vegetable Okra.

• Beelzebub is very unlikely to remember important dates like anniversaries and birthdays.

• Raphael believes there’s something endearing about “cheeky brats”

• After being stunned by Asmo with an air soft gun with a paralyzing effect, Mammon and Leviathan are forced to watch MC and Asmodeus cuddle to sleep.

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[gifti3]

Thinking about og obey me and how asmo would say something that would have me quickly filing him in the 'avoid' category

[eyewithinthesky]

Shitty headcanons

Obey Me

- Asmodeus doesn't use deodorant. He has so many rose scented bubble baths that the sent sticks and he just uses perfume for the rest.

-Levi has absolutely gone on the devildom black market to get video games from the human world.

-Barbatos has a room in the castle that is dedicated to astrology and future visions. (It's like a void)

- Satan has read A03 before (or the Devildom equivalent.) He's seen your posts.

-Lucifer reads your private messages too. He said you weren't the only one with that ability.

-addition, he reads the Anti Lucifer club chat the most to learn and avoid their pranks before it happens

-Diavolo has joined up with the hate luci club to prank him. He found it very funny.

-Belphie has one of those mini tents that you stuff with pillows and sleep with.

-Beel and Belphie have a solar projector

-Levi has a water projector

-Mammon has stolen RAD's credit card before and gone shipping with it.

The Magnus Archives

- Nikola reads all reviews on skincare products.

Additionally, she won't buy from brands if they've been animal tested.

- Helen wanted to own a hotel before becoming fused with the Distortion.

-Jon had listened to 'Everywhere at the end of time'

-Micheal has tried finger knitting. It didn't work (half joke one)

-Martin has seen videos online of people with pet mini highland cows and demands Jon get one.

-Elias has put cheap shitty wine in an exotic bottle to convince to his rich friends it's good (he drinks all the good wine)

-Tim has played Two trucks in the office before

- Sasha knows the violin. She learnt as a child.

[fgfirenation]

OBEY ME! SLENDERVERSE AU HEADCANONS!

What the Obey Me characters would do, if MC is a proxy of Slenderman, and how MC’s squad would react to them being taken away by Diavolo all of a sudden for the exchange program?

Aka – Chaos is coming.

(Also, I’m very well aware, that Masky/Tim and Brian/Hoodie are from Marble Hornets. I’m not an idiot, mostly. Same goes for Toby not being a Creepypasta anymore, but come on. You really think I’m not gonna add him?)

TRIGGER WARNINGS:

BLOOD, GORE, PHYSICAL AND MENTAL ILNESSES, ATTEMPTED DROWNING, PSYCHOPATHIC AND SOCIOPATHIC TENDENCIES, UNCOMFORTABLE SCENES, THE CREEPYPASTA AND OBEY ME CHARACTERS BEING MERCILESS TOWARDS ONE ANOTHER  (MOSTLY THO-)HEAVY TOPICS, SLENDER BEING AN ASSHOLE, STARVATION MENTIONINGS, YA GET IT.

IF THIS IS NOT YOUR CUP OF TEA OR/AND YOU CAN’T HANDLE THIS, PLEASE IGNORE IT!

MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS!

THIS IS 18+ FOR A FREAKING REASON!

I’M NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANYTHING, IF YOU PRESS “KEEP READING” OR “EXPAND”!

YOU DECIDED THIS AND NOBODY ELSE! YOU’VE BEEN WARNED!

AND NO, I’M NOT ADDING LUKE TO THIS! OBVIOSLY!

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Lucifer vs Tim/Masky

Oh boy, this is bad. Very bad!

Tim is angry and scared to the moon and down, because one of his fellow “co-workers” (and friend) vanished in thin air in front of his face and the Boss.

Masky and Tim are already trying to track down MC without a second thought. He wants his pal back and to not anger Slenderman himself (Unfortunately the Boss already knows and isn’t happy about it by a mile-).

Also yes, Masky is Tim’s alter ego, who is more violent. I don’t make the rules. Same goes for Hoodie/Brian.

While in the Devildom Lucifer already is getting gray hair from the realization, that MC works for the faceless eldritch horror monster himself and they’re part of a huge group, which consists of infamous and brutal serial killers, demons, ghosts etc.

Lucifer is ready to defend his brothers and MC from possible threat and even if he’s not showing it, deep down Luci is losing his absolute shit.

The fact, that he found out about MC’s past and how they were forced to work for the monster against their will (including the Slender sickness and the brutal years of fear, depression, physical torture and rapid mental health decrease), broke the Avatar of Pride’s heart to billions of pieces.

Ironically, both Tim and Lucifer are the right hands of a higher being (except that Tim got overpassed by Toby. Tim is calmer about it, but Masly still acts like he’s in charge and is pissed off-).

Luci – Dia and Masky/Tim – Slender. You get it.

Now when these two finally meet, you’ll probably think, that Tim and Masky are going to lose. Might have to remind you, that they work for Der Großman and just because Lucifer is one of the most powerful demons in the Devildom, that doesn’t mean the Avatar of Pride is going to get out unharmed.

Tim is more for negotiations, but Masky is all about bloodshed.

Scratches, wounds done by a crowbar and magic, burn marks, bruises. You name it.

These two are at each other’s throats on sight (especially if Masky is in charge).

Lucifer underestimates him for a moment before a good hit from the proxy’s crowbar makes the fallen angel see stars.

And one smack from Luci’s wings blows Tim away, making Masky to come out.

Uh oh.

Masky is angry and Luci receives a hit in the groin, making him bend over in pain.

One thing aside, Tim can relate to Luci at a certain degree, when it comes to power position and dealing with a hyperenergetic idiot (Mammon and Toby-) …

But this won’t stop Tim/Masky from getting their buddy back nor this will stop Luci from annihilating the proxy into oblivion.

The situation can get worse, because of one thing.

And only one.

Slenderman taking over his proxy and Lucifer shifting into his final form.

Not his demon form.

I’m talking about 10 ft tall eldritch horror with the resemblances of a goat and a peacock in Luci’s monstrous form.

Larger claws, bigger horns and sharper teeth.

Tim’s eyes going white as an ominous aura surrounds him and his vision becomes red from rage and adrenaline.

This is gonna get ugly fr.

Spoiler alert: Lucifer won-

But barely. Just barely.

Slender ain’t taking shit from some demon, even if that demon is powerful as fuck, and not getting one of his proxies killed.

Yet.

Mammon vs Ticci Toby

If you think Tim/Masky and Lucifer’s situation was bad already… Yeaaah. Think again.

These two are AN UNSTABLE DEPRESSED TOUCH STARVED MIXED BAG!

There are two ways this encounter is gonna end.

Either by the two trying to kill each other, duh… or them breaking down and venting to one another.

Toby is a broken and lonely energetic man, that adores and cherishes MC a lot, despite him being unhinged af.

 Mammon, on the other hand, feels lonely, despite his hype energy, and suffers from depression for thousands of years ever since him and his brothers fell from the Celestial Realm. He loves MC with his whole heart as much as Toby does.

On top of all the Avatar of Greed’s constant mental and physical suffering, along being insulted and hurt by his brothers 24/7, hits Toby too close to home. The proxy can’t feel pain, because of his C.I.P.A., but he can definitely see or feel the emotional wounds the second-born carries. Seeing him get hurt actually makes Toby’s tics more violent, because of his own emotions triggering them. (Why’s this actually cute-)

It reminds Toby of his past…even though his memory is blurry and distorted, because of amnesia, and he only remembers slightly from images from his nightmares, that often include his dead sister, who he misses so much.

There’s a chance these two will try to kill each other and blood be raining left and right.

But let’s be honest…these two want their constant hells to stop and everything to feel right again.

Ironically and most surprisingly is that these two have the highest chance to cooperate and get MC away from the upcoming shitshow.

I can write about these two for hours ngl. TT

They both need a hug and I think they’ll be good friends somehow.

It was supposed to be angsty, when it comes to them both, but FUCK IT!

They’re their own emotional support and MC is their therapist. I don’t make the rules.

They’re friends now. (You see how much I still adore Toby after all those years and how much Mammon needs comfort, love and THERAPY! LUCI, I’M LOOKING AT YOU! MASKY, I SEE YOU TOO!)

Toby and Mamms are protecting MC with their lives and doing shenanigans together.

Just hope Slenderman doesn’t take control over Toby, because…angst all the way AND I’M NOT READY FOR IT!

(After writing this headcanon I need somebody to make a hurt/comfort fic with these two RIGHT THE HELL NOW! Please, tag me, if you do. I live for this AU now. TT)

Leviathan vs BEN Drowned

If you really thought I wasn’t going to add BEN in here, then you’re so wrong.

Yes, we do have Lost Silver, Sonic.exe, Glitchy Red etc., but I couldn’t resist. (Please, don’t hate me, guys! TT)

When it comes to BEN, it really depends about which one we are talking about. The canonical one, where BEN and Ben are two different things. Or the fanon one, where things can go haywire.

 So, for the sake of not tiring myself further, I’m choosing the fanon one. (But the canon BEN will always be my favorite oop-)

Now in my canon BEN is VERY, VERY competitive, calculative and sadistic.

One of the people he has a soft spot for is MC and when they disappear out of thin air… Sparks of electricity start flying around and he almost causes a fire, that could’ve destroyed his cabin.

(Yes. The Creepypasta live in cabins and not in the mansion. Even the proxies.) Once BEN finds the culprits behind MC’s disappearing thanks to his amazing hacking techniques, motherfucker is ready to throw hands and spill some blood.

On the other hand, Leviathan has dealt with MANY cursed video games before, example in the canon lore. But he has NEVER dealt with or seen something like BEN Drowned himself.

Don’t get me wrong. Levi 100% knows who the entity is. His knowledge about cursed video games in the human realm is enormous and he has definitely heard of the cursed Majora’s Mask cartridge and its host.

The problem is that Leviathan thinks he can beat BEN and destroy him, if it means the demon serpent can keep MC away from being hurt.

Except that he’s totally wrong about the competition he has.

The Avatar of Envy is the best gamer in the Devildom and he can annihilate his opponents in no time, but the drowned Creepypasta he’s facing is something far stronger than what Levi expected.

Like Lucifer and Masky’s situation the moment these two beings meet it’s on sight.

But they take it on a whole new level. They try to kill each other in a digital world they both created, so it can be more fun. It resembles the Devildom, but if the apocalypse happened.

Leviathan, as the sea serpent, uses the water environment to his advantage, hurting the video game entity. He slashes on BEN’s skin and surprisingly blood starts to spill down.

Soon flesh starts to fly around and the demon serpent attempts to drown the undead Link-look-a-like by holding him under the waves, Leviathan is fully aware that Devildom’s sea can actually kill supernatural creatures, if they aren’t careful enough. (Levi can’t be harmed in the waters, because he’s literally the demon serpent from the myths and his element is water. Idk, if it makes sense.)

The envy demon thinks he won, but the moment BEN’s fear of water fully steps into the scene... It’s all going downhill.

Bloody tears sip down on the undead elf’s face with the rusty chains on his limbs moving around like the heads of a furious hydra.

Sparks flying around with cables wrapping around Levi.

The 100 000 voltages aren’t actually the most dangerous part, but the currents, that are passing through Levi’s nervous system and heart, have him screaming and tears running down his face.

Demons can withstand huge amounts of electricity.

But not only BEN’s electric powers are stronger than a normal electric shock, Levi being in water makes it worse and knocks him out immediately, his body still convulsing. The demon got outsmarted.

BEN isn’t here to kill him surprisingly, but to take MC back home with him.

The others may be blood-thirsty, but the undead elf has more braincells than what the others think.

Hey, it could’ve been worse. A controlled proxy maybe.

Except that BEN now needs to deal with angry Lotan and Henry 1.0-

Somebody, help him before he gets thrown around like a ragdoll-

(I did not just make this so angsty and Levi being a dick- TT. Sorry not really. I also went wild mode on this. Levi’s my fav and I always wanted to write a fight between these two-)

Satan vs Jeff The Killer

Do you really wanna question why I choose these two for this?

The Avatar of Wrath and the always angry smiling cuckoo killer?

Yeah, it’s self-explanatory.

Cat person vs Dog person-

When Satan finds out, that MC works for the Slenderman and about their past, his rage goes up to the sky.

“Nobody is allowed to hurt my MC!”

He almost sounds like Mammon, when saying it out loud.

But he isn’t the only one, that is overprotective of his darling.

Jeff, despite being a piece of shit, is somewhat fond of his MC. (Considering the fact, that he’s 24/7 angry at everybody-)

When he learns, that they were taken away by some demon lord… God forbid the chaos, which will come next.

He was doing so well at not showing, that he’s so head over heels for MC.

Acting all macho and bullshit etc.

 But the moment the news reaches his ears, the walls are crumbling down.

 Chairs, cupboards, beds, KNIVES, hatchets, axes, tables, consoles – you name it.

It’s all either broken or almost completely broken/destroyed/shattered.

Fuck the killing spree he was gonna do and the guts spilling with his maniacal laughter!

Jeff’s legs are already marching towards the Devildom.

 (Dumbass doesn’t know, that he’ll face the most powerful demons next to Zalgo. Dunderhead doesn’t know, that he needs a portal to get there, but leave him to bash his head against a rock-)

Jeff gets eventually to the Devildom, luckily, he’s adjusted to the darkness from the constant nightly human hunts he does for a living,

But gets immediately yoinked into the air and into a wall, leaving a freaking dent into the structure.

The amount of force used to yank him away leaves Jeff with a blurry vision, pounding headache and blood already running down his chin.

The next thing he knows is a tall greenish figure standing above him.

He confuses it at first for BEN and ready to curse him out, but the neon green flames finally catch his attention and wake him up completely.

Jeff has quite the huge phobia of fire, thanks to his past, and almost immediately freaks out, while yelling his lungs out.

 By instinct his infamous knife swings at the figure and leaves a small cut on Satan’s left cheek.

The Avatar of Wrath’s eyes turn completely black with green pupils in the center. The rage overtaking him.

And shit hits the fan quicker than Usain Bolt.

Satan has a death grip around the killer’s neck, trying to choke him until there’s no more oxygen in his lungs or to break his neck like a tiny twig.

Jeff’s legs are kicking desperately and he barely manages to free himself, thanks to the adrenaline entering his body fast.

Trying to regain his breathing, the smiley man barely avoids a firey blow coming from the demon.

His knife hits Sat and actually manages to leave scars on him, blood dripping down onto the ground.

This continues for awhile before the Avatar of Wrath fires out a green fireball and it colliding with Jeff’s body.

In the last moment the killer’s weapon plunges into the demon’s back and the blonde falls on the ground, unconscious and limp.

Jeffrey barely sits up, the adrenaline slowing down and the pain from the burns and wounds hitting his nerve system like a trainwreck. Followed by a scream as he tries to calm himself down.

Jeff may act or look stupid most of the time, but he has braincells, that he knows how to use.

He doesn’t really have time to rest as his eyes widen more (if that’s even possible) in horror, when Satan’s body twitches and the demon’s wounds start to heal up. The criminal’s weapon still in Sat’s back.

Jeff feels for the first time scared and anxious (in his life as a Creepypasta) as he stands up, bare and bloody hands next to his body, reading himself for a gory round 2.

Asmodeus vs Bloody Painter (Helen Otis)

Two beautiful narcissistic beings fighting each other.

MY KNEES ARE WEAK-

Look, guys. I’m a HUGE certified simp for Helen (even tho he looks like a Twilight-look-a-like dude-) and I have a soft spot for Asmo…

I’m not okay. THESE TWO-

Also, I’m using the canon version of Helen from 2017, because YES and because some people forget, that canonically he’s born in 1980- (If you don’t believe me, look it up on his Wiki page.)

He’s still an introvert, but not your typical weak and shy one. Bitch can bend your back like a stick like fuck-

Back to the topic.

We have Asmo  - the Avatar of Lust, the most beautiful demon in the entire Devildom, a narcissist, a huge flirt and overprotective of MC, a captivating being, perfectionist (especially when it comes to his looks), touch starved (Like Helen), needs real love and comfort (Like Helen) and loves beautiful things.

Then we have Helen – literally everything I said about Asmo, but remove the demon and Devildom parts. And just add serial killer, who’s an artist and a hunter-

(In one of his canon animations a guy compliments BP for the deer head, that he got from one of his “beginner” hunts-)

Bloody Painter is also described as a jerk with the front of a gentleman, who also seeks only benefits.

Helen is also canonically agender. (His creator confirmed it in a reblog on Tumblr.)

Helen is VERY self-aware, that he’s good-looking, please.

So having somebody, who’s more beautiful than him, ticks him of slightly. (a lot)

But the glass overflows, when his dear MC vanishes in thin air.

Somebody’s gonna become part of his gory paintings and sculptures REAL SOON.

Unfortunately for our painter, Asmo is pissed off at him thinking, that he can take away MC and be as beautiful as him. NOBODY IS MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN HIM AND NOBODY WILL EVEN LAY A HAND ON AND HURT HIS SWEETHEART!

To say that Asmodeus is pissed off is an understatement by a hundred miles.

The narcissistic killer eventually gets sent in the Devildom, but like Jeff he gets ambushed almost immediately. And his plans go to shit.

The Avatar of Lust puts him under a strong charm and makes him walk towards a tall cliff, under which lay dozens of sharp rocks.

Somehow by pure luck, Helen gets free in time before he can fall to his death and get impaled.

People often mistake him for a slow man in his early forties, but holy shit. He’s flexible and fast as fuck.

Also strong, because in canon Delu (his creator) confirmed, that he has some muscles on.

His fast punches, kicks and knife slices do a fair amount of damage to Asmo and BP’s gun contributes to it.

But the moment Asmo notices, that he ruined his perfect face, Helen better prays to however is out there, because of what’s coming next.

Asmo’s true, TRUE demon form comes out. An eldritch horror mix between a demonic humanoid bat and a scorpion now stands at 9 ft over the serial killer.

Holy shit-

 The demon’s tail wraps around the man’s body and drags him through the ground like a ragdoll left and right. Kicking, stabbing and trying to claw out Otis’s eyes.

The killer feels something plunging into his left leg and notices Asmo’s scorpion tail impaling it and injecting him with venom.

Out of fear, the killer’s usual collected self absolutely breaking apart, he stabs Asmo in his chest and ripping a huge chunk of flesh, blood flowing down like a river.

Otis kicks Asmo in the groin and makes a run to hide somewhere.

The egotistical and confident Helen Otis, The Bloody Painter, is hiding for his life now and trying to think of a plan as Asmo’s angry screech pierces his ears, along with the venom starting to take effect on Helen’s body.

He needs to act quick or things will get even uglier... 

Beelzebub vs Eyeless Jack

The Avatar of Gluttony and the cannibalistic eyeless demon.

Lord, have mercy on me.

I can’t see Beel and EJ killing each other, because golden retriever and grumpy cat energies.

But for this AU I have to. (Yes, Mamms and Toby are an exception… OK. I’ll add ONE fluff part for Beel and Jack’s part. Ok maybe more… Ok! They’re an exception too-)

If these two were friends, Beel will 1000% try to find a way to either turn EJ back to human form (In my headcanons Eyeless is disgusted by his nature and wants to revert back to his human form. “Thank you”, Jenny bitch-)

Or he’ll try to stop his hunger for humans with a spell or a potion with the help of Solomon.

Buddies-

But unfortunately for both of them, this situation requires a bit of…violence.

Let’s get this out the way first: Both are walking brick walls. Both towering over most Creepypasta, humans, angels, humans and other beings at the height of 7’7-8 ft. Both are quiet and don’t speak a lot, except when they’re required to speak.

Both are stoic, but soft on the inside (Except that Beel shows this fluff side of him WAY more-).

And both are scary af, when angered.

So, imagine the chaos, when Eyeless Jack finds out you were kidnapped. HIDE, EVERYBODY! SOMEBODY IS ABOUT TO GO APESHIT!

Now imagine the rage Beel feels, when he learns about your past. RUN, RUN, RUN!

Who said we need Godzilla vs Kong. Beel and EJ fight is gonna destroy everything around them.

The moment these two meet you bet, that the ground is gonna rumble from their force of fighting.

Fuck. It’s not even a fight. It’s a freaking war.

They’re both extremely strong demons and their muscles ripple from the sheer amount of power they have in their bodies as they collide.

Don’t forget, that Beel is the best at the sports in the Devildom, where they’re even harsher than the ones in the human realm.

But Jack is also connected to Chernobog, to who he was sacrificed to, when he was in college. (Fuck you, Jenny.)

So, both have way more strength, speed, stamina, flexibility and agility than everybody else. (Except Diavolo, Slender and some other supernatural creatures of high power.)

Beel uses a death grip on EJ like an anaconda would do and the eyeless demon feels his bones cracking like sticks.

But one headbutt is enough to send Beel onto the ground on his ass.

Never has ever he seen somebody, who can knock him on the ground like that with just their head. Dia is probably the other demon, who can hurt him, but Beelzebub is still baffled by Jack’s strength.

 However, EJ soon receives a harsh punch to the lower jaw + the nose and surely dislocates the jaw, black blood spilling down from his mouth and his nose.

On top of all, the azure ceramic mask, that he had on, is laying down in his feet, broken into many pieces.

Jack exposes his eight tongues, giving Beel a chill down his spine and sinks down his teeth in Beel’s left arm and rips out a good chunk of it. The Avatar of Gluttony barely suppresses his urge to scream.

Jack’s black tar-like tears, that ooze from his empty eye sockets, burn the ginger’s hands and he quickly retracts them back, giving EJ the advantage.

But the dark ashy-grey skinned demon doesn’t take it.

He’s standing there and heavy panting leaving his lungs.

Heck, EJ didn’t even have the chance to use his scalpel, which now lies broken onto the ground. He didn’t even notice when, that happened.

Here’s the thing. Eyeless Jack isn’t dumb at all. He’s one of the smartest people in the entire Creepypasta squad.

And even if he appears cold and apathetic, he can see, that Beel only thinks and does the best for MC and is just protecting them.

“I know, that you want the best for them, giant. I’m the same, despite not showing it, “says Jack, his deep and rumbling voice slicing the silence like a sharp razor.

This makes Beel stop in his tracks, his body freezing like a deer caught in headlights.

“What?”

Even the Avatar of Gluttony can’t process what was just said to him.

“You heard me. This whole fight was stupid and I had to realize that after my face almost got smashed…MC won’t like us getting hurt and you know that. I can sense your overprotectiveness, if that makes sense.”

Beel just nodded, still waiting for EJ to continue his talking.

Jack returns the nod and proceeds. “I’m giving you a choice. Help me get MC away from this shitshow. And to stop this madness. Us killing each other will only hurt them… And I’m saying that as a cannibalistic serial killer demon, who works for the tall noodle arms.”

The ginger thinks for a moment. What Jack offered was something he can’t refuse. If it means MC and his brothers will be ok, then he’s all for it.

“Ok… What’s the plan, um…”

“Just call me Jack for now. Your name, giant?”

“Beelzebub.”

Belphegor vs Kate The Chaser

This one gave me a headache. I didn’t know who the fuck to put for Belphie.

At first, I thought about Jeff, but this option was discarded quickly.

I literally spent two hours thinking about this. No joking.

Then I remembered, that in my headcanons Kate is a freaking insomniac, that wants to sleep desperately.

Being up for hours and working to exhaustion for the Slenderman has messed up her sleeping schedule badly throughout the years.

So, I guess this works too??? Idfk.

But our Kate The Chaser needs more attention, because she’s so underrated. I’m adding her whether you like it or not.

The proxy has been following Slenderman and absolutely despises him, because he took everything from her and her freedom.

Even when she’s so close to drop onto the ground from how tired she is, the insomnia kicks her in the gut.

She’s one of the first ones to find out about Mc’s disappearing and immediately sets off to find them.

She’s not losing another one of her friends. Kate lost way too much already to allow this.

Despite her exhausted state and broken mental health, she puts MC and everybody else before her own needs.

She’s so quiet, that people thought she was mute at some point. She doesn’t show it, but this cold on the outside proxy cares so much about her MC and her friends.

Kate will take an arrow, a bullet, hammer etc. to protect them all.

The proxy in my headcanons has troubles with expressing her emotions and still holds onto that tiny bit of humanity, that she still has inside of her.

Even after years it gives her hope, that she can escape and live a normal life again.

Slenderman’s influence is also the only thing, that keeps her from fainting and the harsher side effects of her insomnia, but ironically makes them worse, because Kate often suffers from splitting headaches.

Unfortunately, her senses have been wonkier, because of her sleep deprivation. She’s still just a human, but slightly enhanced by eldritch powers. Just slightly.

So, when Kate enters the Devildom, the woman doesn’t register, that somebody is already waiting for her and to stop her from approaching MC.

The Avatar of Sloth himself has made an appearance, ignoring his needs to sleep.

Katy isn’t afraid tho, since she has dealt with all types of supernatural shit.

But she’s even surprised at how slowly her body reacts this time, but not that slow, of course.

Again - she’s still average than most humans, thanks to Slender’s influence.

And for Belphegor, if some people still think he’s too tired and weak for this shit… I have two words to say.

Lesson 16.

Happy war flashbacks! :)

Belphie learned from Beel about Mc’s past and the Slenderman…and if you think angry Beel is scary, well…

Belphie might overpass Slenderman and EJ, when it comes to being scary, when angered.

The dark aura around him gives Kate chills down her spine and even makes her take a few steps back.

He does try to knock her out, but even at the edge of collapsing her body reacts quite well.

A stab wound finds itself inside his chest and a guttural growl escapes his lips.

Blood, his blood, covering her hands.

After a bit of dodging his attacks, unfortunately for her, Kate’s balance betrays her and meets face first with the ground.

Using the last bits of strength she has, her arms push her up, but only for the proxy’s body to collapse in the dirt again.

The Avatar of Sloth has her pinned down and his arms quickly go around her neck to choke the living shit out of her.

Kicking, scratching and struggling to get off of the demon, Kate finally makes a proper eye contact with him and he finally sees the absolute breaking point of her will.

Her mask tossed aside, revealing her dark eyebags and the exhaustion written on her face.

Her strength failing her and Kate’s body screaming for rest and for this madness to stop at last.

Belphie can notice, that her will is small, but still there, while fighting to continue.

Her bravery, despite being human, but slightly enhanced.

 The demon can easily crush her ribcage, neck, skull etc.

But he, for some freaking stupid goddamn reason, can’t do it.

Kate claws at his hands and coughs, because of the grip around his neck, while tears are threatening to spill down her face.

She must look so defenseless and dumb like that.

The next thing though surprises her a lot.

He puts his hands around her tightly, resembling a snake’s grip, but not too tight at the same time.

Her legs hit him in the groin, which he ignores, despite the pain, that comes with the impact.

The proxy’s body starts to slowly calm down as his aura shifts to something more non-threatening.

It feels nice.

Her eyes going heavy and the whistling of the wind around them lulls her to a deep slumber.

As much as her brain wants to fight it, her body gives her up and Kate’s eyelids close after a minute.

Her breathing steading in her sleep, along with her heartbeat.

Belphegor lets go slowly off of her body, leaving her on the ground gently for the proxy to lay properly.

He’s the Avatar of Sloth and her situation was a desperate cry for help.

For even a tiny moment to rest.

To which he answered.

His own lungs are starting to calm down as he lays down next to her, the Devildom’s all-night sky covered in stars above them both.

Belphie doesn’t realize, that his eyes subconsciously go back to her finally peaceful place.

And he wonders, if the rest of the beings with her are this desperate for peace deep, deep down into their souls.

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Here ya go! Part 1 of... whatever I created.

I have absolutely NO idea what the fuck I wrote.

But I love these two fandoms and want to provide content for them!

Yeah. The characters are probably very OOC, but fuck it.

My sleep deprived head was capable of writing ( and rewriting ) only this during the ungodly morning hours.

Sooo... Enjoy!

(Please, don't kill me Obey me and Creepypasta fans-)

Part 2 is coming up... Idk when.

[loveisanimaginarydagger3000]

Kinktober (2)- Sex Pollen

Natasha X Reader 18+

Summary: During a mission, you get infected with sex pollen. The only thing that seems to soothe the pain is Natasha's touch.

Warnings/Tags: SMUT MDNI, Sex Pollen, Fingering, Strap-ons, Multiple Orgasms, Degrading

Kinktober Masterlist

Sweat dripped down the side of your face as your mind felt fuzzy, head leaning back against the wall of the Quinjet as you tried to control your breathing. Everything just felt so hot, your body trembling while your leg bounced gently, the sound of your suit rubbing together catching the attention of Natasha across from the jet.

"Hey," she softly said, kneeling down in front of you, her hand moving to rest on your leg and causing a new wave of heat to rush straight between your legs. Your eyes dilated as you looked at your girlfriend who stared at you with a curiosity in her eyes, trying to read your reaction. "Are you alright?" Her voice sounded heavenly to you, her accent causing a slight rasp to her words making the throb between your legs even more of a problem. You could feel a wetness building there already and let out a small groan when she gripped your thigh to gain your attention. "Do you need to see Bruce?"

"No," you sighed out, "I don't need him, just you ." A tint of gold laced your iris as your eyes darkened with lust, Natasha's eyes widening at the sudden change in yours.

"You're eyes..." she trailed off, you ignoring her as you grabbed her hand and slowly guided it to your core. "Are you sure you don't need Bruce or Helen to check you over?"

" No ," you practically whimpered out when her hand grazed you through the fabric of your suit. "Please, I need you, I... it's too much, please help me," you begged, gazing at her as she kneeled in front of you.

"What?" she asked while you leaned forwards to bury your face in the crook of her neck.

"I think I made contact with the sex pollen Bruce warned us about earlier," you rasped out near her ear as you slowly kissed her jaw. "I need you Nat, please." The spy looked out the window to see the Quinjet was about to land and swiftly helped you to your feet to quickly guide you off as fast as possible. The others watched with puzzled expressions as the spy helped you off first without a word but left it be as no one wanted to try and catch up.

The second you both made it to your shared room, you pounced at the spy, pulling her to you so she pinned you against the door.

"Please make it stop," you moaned when her knee slotted between your thighs.

"I will Detka, don't worry," she murmured between kisses, her hands tackling your suit. Her hands pulled your jacket and shirt off while you went to unzip her suit, the gold tint returning to your eyes when you saw her naked chest peeping from her black widow suit. "Get on the bed and strip the rest of your clothes," her tone dropping an octave as she pulled back, a pathetic noise leaving you at the loss of contact. You obeyed immediately though, rushing to get on the bed and stripping as she followed you. She quickly removed her suit, grabbing the strap on from the bedside drawer and placing it on the end of the bed for later before making her way back over to your shaking form.

"Please don't tease me," you pleaded as she straddled your thigh, "I can't take it anymore." She simply answers by threading one hand through your hair and pulling you in for a bruising kiss, the other going straight to your core. The moan that left your mouth was sinful as her fingers ran through your dripping pussy, her kisses moving to your neck as your hands gripped the bedsheets till your knuckles bled white. "Fuck Nat," you groaned when she slipped two fingers straight into you, your back arching into her as she started a fast pace of thrusting them into you. Her thumb came to rub circles onto your clit as she pumped her digits into you mercilessly, whimpers and whines tumbling out of your mouth as your orgasm built.

"You're doing so good for me Kotenok," she purrs, a groan escaping you as you move one hand to cup her jaw and guide her back to your face for another searing kiss. "So desperate for me, how bad do you need to come?" she rasps out against your lips, your eyes fluttering open to stare into her darkened green ones.

"So bad," you moan out when she curls her fingers against your g-spot.

"Beg me for it then," her eyes sparkling with mischief as she gazes into the gold in your eyes.

"I need you to make me come so fucking bad," you groan out, hips bucking against her hand as she continues to fuck you. "I need you so bad, please make me come Nat. I can't take it anymore, please, please -" She shushes you by claiming your lips, pumping her fingers in and out of you and circling your clit to have you moaning in her mouth, body begging for its release as you squirm under her. "Oh fuck, I'm so close," you pant out. "Please can I come?" she smiles into the kiss after hearing your question, pulling back and moving one hand to tug your hair back, making you look up slightly at her.

"Come for me, come all over my fingers," you practically let out a scream as your orgasm takes over, your body shaking under her as you buck on her hand to ride out your aftershocks. You pant against your mouth before a low moan escapes you at the feeling of her pulling out. "Good girl," she praises before raising her fingers to her mouth, moaning at the sweeter taste of you and hollowing her cheeks around her digits.

"It still hurts," you whimper out, the throb between your thighs only briefly dimming before coming back. "Please fuck me with your cock," your voice dripping with desire and desperation as you move forwards to rest your face against her bare chest, the skin to skin contact setting your body alight.

"You want it that much?" her tone teasing, your head nodding against her chest before your tongue swirls around one of her nipples, you moaning as you hear a breathy sigh escape her lips. She leans over to grab the strap on she placed on the bed earlier, pulling it on so it rests snuggly on her hips before positioning herself above you. Her hand guides the tip of it to run against your folds and on your clit, your body squirming and hips bucking at the action.

"Nat," you whine out, hands gripping her waist and trying to get her to move forwards.

"Patience Kotenok," she warns, "Or I'll leave you here, dripping all over the sheets like the little slut you are." You loosen your hold on her, looking at her with fearful eyes as you need her to pound you into the mattress as soon as possible.

"I'm sorry," you sigh out, "Please don't stop, please don't leave me." She lowers her face till her lips ghost yours, her finally guiding the tip to your entrance and slowly pushing in.

"I've got you," she whispers, thrusting the entire toy into you earning a choked moan. Your hands go to her back, nails scratching red marks into her creamy skin as she pulls out till only the tip remains and slams back into you. Her hips are brutal as they thrust into you, her mouth trying to muffle your moans as she pounds into you. The bed shakes with the force of her thrusts and a loud groan erupts from the back of your throat as she lifts your legs up to wrap around her waist, the toy slipping even deeper into you. You clench around her cock as it hits all the right places inside you, nothing but lewd noise echoing around the room as the sound of your moans and skin slapping together mixes.

"Harder," you moan out and Natasha listens, your moans turning to pathetic noises as you near your second orgasm.

"Look how pretty you look stretch out on my cock," she husks out, kissing your neck as you're unable to return the kiss at the moment. "You're taking me so well," her teeth scrape against the column of your throat sending a shiver down your spine. Her hips continue to snap into you and soon you're right on edge and she can tell. "You wanna come for me again Kotenok?" she murmurs at the hot skin of your neck.

"Yes," you pant out without hesitation, hands moving to grip the bed sheets instead of leaving any more scratch marks on her back.

"Be a good girl and come for me," her tone laced with power as she orders you to do, your orgasm immediately washing over you as you writhe under her once again. This time however, Natasha doesn't slow down, fucking you through your second orgasm and straight into your third. You're a whimpering mess when she starts to slow down, the throb between your legs still there as she rolls you over onto your front and lifts you so you can kneel in front of her.

"Nat," you moan out when she slides back into you. She uses a hand to wrap around your throat as she pulls your head back slightly. A guttural moan is ripped from your throat when she slams the toy back into you hard after pulling back to just the tip, her setting a slower rhythm with deeper thrusts as she takes you in doggy.

Your mind clouds with arousal and pleasure as you lose yourself in the feeling of everything. Your hands giving in under you, face now pressed against the bed as she takes you from behind. You feel one of her hands soon press your face down into the mattress as she continues to fuck you mercilessly. You lose count of how many more times you come, mind blanking as pleasure was the only thing you could feel. You register when Natasha comes, her hips grinding into yours as the base of the toy rubbed against her clit, when she falls onto you, her moaning lowly into your ear.

"Thank you," you whisper, tilting your head to the side to press your lips to whatever skin you can reach before you let your head fall back onto the bed, exhaustion taking over your body.

"You're welcome Kotenok," she murmurs back, pressing a kiss to your head before letting you rest for a moment. Your aftercare passes as a blur, your body too tired to try and understand what's happening as Natasha takes care of you. The feeling of her naked body pressed behind you, her arm wrapped securely around your middle, helps you quickly drift to sleep as the throb between your legs finally simmers down.

[katerinaaqu]

Zeus was following Justice by helping the Trojans, Hera was unaware and opposing (An Employing Ritual analysis based on Homer's Iliad)

So many people out there have read the first rhapsody/book of Iliad and many speak badly on how Zeus acts at the council or how he silences his wife with a threat, telling her to "stay put" or basically to...keep her mouth shut because that is his will. And then of course we have all the usual talk about mysogyny and all that stuff

I am not going to argue that indeed in ancient Greece equality beteween men and women was not a thing and absolutely if your husband nowadays told you to shut up and stay out of the way obviously in modern day ears sounds like the biggest red flag ever. Of course despite Homer writing some of the most powerful female characters ever in both their behavior and their position, he still reminds to his audience the marital duties of a wife through the behaviors of en in mythology. Of course no one can deny that indeed despite the fact that Hera is his co-regent she is inferior in power and position than her husband due to the laws of marital duties of that time. However it also needs to be noted how incredibly human the characters act; Zeus gets furious at the nagging of his wife (his wife opposes him before his family as well) so he loses it in anger and threatens her. Sounds like the average couple fight at a family dinner XD

However the analysis is not about the marital duties (or not entirely! Hehehe there will be a mention on Zeus's threat at the end of this analysis). Is what brought that fight to begin with and that would be Zeus's decision to listen to Thetis's request. Why is he following justice and why Hera even though she brings valid arguements is unaware of certain details? Okay bukcle up for this will be probably long;

The Employing Ritual and Thetis's Request

In ancient Greek literature we often see a ritual take place. It is quite similar to the customs of Xenia; a holy unwritten law that humans and gods alike obey which is the employing aka when you make a request of someone or when you beg someone to do something for you. Culturally the ritual seems to be going like this; an individual falls on the knees of the person they want to be their benefactor and they hug their knees while making their request. The request could be anything from a simple favor till sparing one's life in a desperate situation (For example see Helen doing that to Menelaus when she begs for her life, something I also memorize to my fanfiction , or Odysseus begging Circe to let them go from the island of Aeaea). In more formal occasions, the one making the request can also touch the chin or the person they employ to make their point even clearer

The power imbalance between two people is not necessary but of course by n large in mythology we see examples of the inferior in power person to beg a superior in power, like a commoner begging a king due to the fact that we usually have someone in a tough position that makes the request.

Then if someone needs to make a request, after finishing with the physical gesture, begins the verbal exchange. Usually the person in question brings up to their benefactor a favor they did for them before or try to appease to the person's feelings or both. So the request usually goes like this: "Please, if I ever did this good to you and you are good yourself and you respect the laws of the gods you shall do this favor for me" Then by n large, like it happens with the custom of Xenia, the benefactor has no real ability to refuse. In theory they can refuse the employing party but that would make them unjust to the eyes of the gods so by n large the benefactor knows that he has no way of refusing and he has the moral obligation to fulfill the request. Usually the benefactor finishes the exchange by promising to the employing party that they will do them the favor they request.

In the first Rhapsody of the Iliad, Thetis finds her son crying because he feels ashamed that Agamemnon removed his beloved price-woman Briseis from him and he wants revenge. He asks his mother to ask for Zeus to grant him that revenge and he tells her she should go and beg for it to him. Thetis obeys and flies to Olympus to find Zeus alone sitting on his throne.

And swiftly she sat close to him and she clasped his knees with her right hand while she touched him beneath the chin with the other and beggingly she spoke to Zeus son of Kronus the king: "Father Zeus, if I ever among the immortals have helped you with my words or my actions, fulfil me this wish; honor my son, who is destined by birth to die early, and still the king of men Agamemnon has dishonored him: by taking away his chosen price to have her himself. But you, Olympian Zeus, lord of council, honor him by granting victory to the Trojans till the Achaeans give back my son his honor"

(Translation by me)

So here Thetis basically uses all the tools she has. She starts by asking Zeus to remember her actions towards him, if she ever did something good, for him to remember it and then she transfers him her emotions; my son is destined to die young, she says (which ironically seems to be the case for Zeus himself since we know his own son Sarpedon is to die in battle in Troy, which is another interesting parallel created by Homer) and then she brings him before her wish; so that Zeus would grant victory to the Trojans in battle till the Greeks miss Achilles and give him back his honor. She even is essentially comparing Zeus to Agamemnon when she says "συ περ" ("but you") in one essence "Agamemnon has dishonored my son but you are different! You are just"

As we said before, not even gods can disobey the law of Cosmos! Zeus has no choice but to obey Thetis's request and grant her her wish. And it is clear that his bounding to her request doesn't give him pleasure. In fact Homer says that he stays completely still and silent. He is even processing in his mind what he can do on it because he has nothing personal against the Greeks. Thetis realizes his hesitation and she keeps holding onto his knees to make sure he knows they are still doing the ritual till he gives his response! In fact his hesitation is so long that Thetis needs to make her request a second time and this time she ups the game!

Give me your irrefutable promise and nod your head or refuse me, for I know there is nothing you are afraid of, I know very well out of all of you (here: the gods) I am the least honored!

(Translation by me)

Thetis here not only does she use an indirect threat (she implies that Zeus can refuse her because he is the king of gods. She basically says "sure you can refuse me this holy work. What do you have to be afraid of? You are the epitome of justice. Justice will not fall on your head!") and then she uses emotional manipulation. She basically says "oh sure dishonor me too! I am the least honored by all the gods so why not of you too?" To that Zeus is certain he cannot refuse her. In fact he already knew. However the fact that Thetis keeps pressing him he knows that there is no way around or toning her request down despite the fact that he, again, has no reason to do that to the Greeks and what is more he doesn't want to quarrel with his wife who is clearly helping the Greeks. In fact he calls her request "λοίγια ἔργα" ("sad work" or "wreched business") but he accepts. Because that is the just thing to do. And he nods his head to her.

But what favor was indeed Thetis insinuating here?

Achilles gives us the answer in the same rhapsody a few lyrics prior:

For I heard you many times at my father's palace bragging that only you came repell the shameful ruin of the son of Kronos, the lord of dark clouds, when the Olympians wanted to bind him; even Hera and Poseidon and Pallas Athena, but you arrived, goddess, and freed him from his binds, quickly calling the Hecatoncheir (one-hundred armed) whom the gods call Bariareon but all men call Aegaeon to tall Olympus, who is much greater in strength than his father and sat by the side of the son of Kronos, restoring his authority and the holy gods saw him and got scared.

(Translation by me)

So basically this grand favor that Thetis was referring to, for which she required her son's wish to be granted was Thetis coming to assist Zeus out of a coup that was staged by his own family! So there was absolutely no way that Zeus could refuse her by seer grattude alone yet alone now that he was the epitome of justice

Zeus follows his own laws.

Zeus is known for being the epitome of justice. The laws he imposes on humans by n large apply to him. He is setting an example as a ruler, as a god and as a king that he follows the very laws he establishes, making him just. Even if he himself doesn't agree or even if one should say the punishment towards all Greeks is unjust, Zeus must still follow his own rule, especially when Thetis employs him in the most official manner. Hera though does not follow the will of Zeus and chooses to not only disobey him and ride down with Athena at some point to assist the Greeks but also she does so by tricking and seducing Zeus to distract him and give an opening to the gods that assist the Greeks. Under this light it is HER actions that seem to be stopping justice (of course again one can argue that indeed it is unfair for the Greeks to suffer just because one king offended another) but by the laws of the Employing Ritual it was Zeus who was on the right.

However of course Hera either didn't know or she ignored the signs to it out of her love for the Greeks and so did Athena. And Zeus provided no information about Thetis and instead he chose to assert his dominance to the gods for his will instead.

Last but not least...

Why doesn't Zeus tell Hera who arrived on Olympus?

Zeus seems to avoid the fact that Thetis came to him even if Hera accuses him for it. Why then does he say that he helps the Trojans now "because he likes it" and he doesn't say he is bound by a promise? Some people correctly assume it is because he doesn't want to deal with her jealousy however there is a much deeper meaning to it. Sure it is Zeus we are talking about and surely he could speak out of seer authoritative nature just to say that no one has the right to tell him what to do and that his words are the law. It is possible but still no matter how someone sees it, he could have saved himself a lot of trouble if he had told Hera he is following a favor.

So why does he choose to simply show his dominance as a husband and not speak on justice? In my opinion that lies again to the reason why Thetis was there. She calls upon the return of a favor. But remember what the favor was? Thetis helped Zeus during a coup

Zeus doesn't bring it up because if he does bring Thetis up, he will also have to bring up his wife's treason!

Zeus doesn't seem eager to totally remind Hera of her act that is beyond simple jealousy or simply raising her voice at him. She had literally conspired with the gods to take him down! By that account alone she should be more severely punished than what she was. And all know that the gods received his pardon eventually when he restored order to the heavens. Somehow Zeus is unwilling to bring up the subject of treason because he doesn't want to bring the council of gods before such responsibilities again. He knows it is a done story, that he has offered his pardon and that the gods repented. He sees no reason to bring it up. By bringing the name of Thetis up and her favor, it would be bringing up the story of treason and that wouldn't just slide

Zeus actively chooses to assert his dominance as a husband and a father, rather than as a king and that in my opinion is not talked about enough. Yes in one way he humiliates Hera in front of all and Hera needs to be consoled by her son Hephestus but I feel like Zeus could easily have himiliated her as a traitor rather than a wife who spoke out of the line and that seems to me like a very much human emotion speaking in Zeus because yes, he doesn't like disobedience but at the same time he loves his wife and doesn't want to bring up her treason one more time.

[greeknerdsstuff]

Things in the odyssey that I think about every day [Menelaus and Odysseus]

Then fair-haired Menelaus answered her[Helen] : “Even so do I myself now note it, wife, as thou markest the likeness. Such were his feet, such as his hands, [150] and the glances of his eyes, and his head and hair above. And verily but now, as I made mention of Odysseus and was telling of all the woe and toil he endured for my sake, this youth let fall a bitter tear from beneath his brows, holding up his purple cloak before his eyes.”

▪︎Menelaus about Odysseus

▪︎Thalamachus is clearly a copy of the Odyssey

the Odyssey book 4

Then fair-haired Menelaus answered him and said: Lo now, verily is there come to my house the son of a man well-beloved, [170] who for my sake endured many toils. And I thought that if he came back I should give him welcome beyond all the other Argives, if Olympian Zeus, whose voice is borne afar, had granted to us two a return in our swift ships over the sea. And in Argos I would have given him a city to dwell in, and would have built him a house, [175] when I had brought him from Ithaca with his goods and his son and all his people, driving out the dwellers of some one city among those that lie round about and obey me myself as their lord. Then, living here, should we ofttimes have met together, nor would aught have parted us, loving and joying in one another, [180] until the black cloud of death enfolded us. Howbeit of this, methinks, the god himself must have been jealous, who to that hapless man alone vouchsafed no return." So he spoke,

▪︎Menelaus, you're helping yourself with speculation about your feelings for Odysseus.

The Odyssey book 4

Menelaus to Odysseus

[johnwickb1tsch]

you're the worst thing (i'm addicted to) Part 5

a john wick x Helen'sSister!Reader fic You are Helen's baby sister. When you meet John Wick at Helen's graveside, he invites you to dinner to celebrate her birthday. Set a few years after the first movie, 2-4 never happened. Use of y/n. Warnings: canon typical violence. Future reference to threat of noncon, (not John! because he's our assassin sweetiepie). Mourning. Smut. Grey areas. Questionable decisions. Sweetheart!John, BAMF!John Depressed!John - If you can handle the movie you should be fine here... PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4

PART 5.

“I really hate this building,” he grouses as you push through the security door without challenge. He sounds grumpy, and it’s almost…cute. You’re not used to having anyone worrying after you like this.

“I’ve never had a problem here,” you try to assure him.

He gives one last hostile look over the street like he expects a horde of marauders to come charging after you. But there’s just streetlights, and the few harmless hipsters who are still out and about on a Friday night. This city never really sleeps.

“Do you at least have protection in your apartment?”

You reckon he doesn’t mean condoms.

“What, like a gun?”

“Yes.”

“No,” you laugh. “I have a bat under my bed?”

He makes a sound through his teeth that indicates that is not the answer he wanted to hear. Again, you stumble on that stupid odd riser, and again he grabs for you, holding your waist with an arm that feels like steel, practically carrying you up the next three steps. He is tense, on edge after the fight, his eyes sweeping the shadows of your stairwell.

You hope that once you get him inside your apartment, he might calm down. For once the tumblers yield without a fight, and you pull him inside, locking the deadbolt again behind you. “Come sit down. Let me look at you.”

Instead he strides to the window, looking out over the street with a suspicious glare. He is manic, going to every window that faces the street and closing blinds and curtains. Then he stands vigil again, looking out through a crack in the blinds, his jaw clenched. He stands like that for a good minute before you insist, “John.”

He reminds you of a hawk, the way he turns his head to look at you without moving the rest of his body.

“It’s ok, honey. Do you want a drink?”

He lets out a deep breath, maybe relaxing a tad, though he’s still grinding his bottom teeth. “Sure.”

You know his poison of choice now. It’s possible you picked up a nicer bottle of bourbon than what you had on offer last time, a small batch vintage.

“Sit,” you insist, pointing at one of your chairs in the living room. You know it sounds like a command, but it seems like the only way to get through to him in this hyper-fixated state. After a long moment he finally obeys, lowering himself down into the cushioned seat with the weariness of a man ten years his elder. He seems as though he has done this all before—and he doesn’t like it anymore.

“You’re taking all this rather well,” he remarks, gratefully accepting the cut crystal glass from you, slugging back half of it.

“Well...that guy was an asshole.” You shudder as your think about what Sasha intended to do to you, and how he’d undoubtedly treated other women before you who didn’t have someone like John on their side. “A knife in the leg was the least he deserved. You taught him a lesson he won't forget.”

“Yeah. Too bad these guys aren't big on self-reflection. They prefer revenge.”

“You think they’ll come after you?”

“It’s not me I’m worried about.”

You digest this, chewing on your bottom lip. “I can’t imagine how they could even find me,” you try to assure him. “It’s a huge city.”

The look he pays you isn’t exactly condescending, but it definitely makes you feel like he finds you naïve.

“Did you pay for your first round of drinks with cash?”

“No, credit card.”

He nods, like that’s all they would need.

“Seriously?”

“They have their ways.”

“Who are they, exactly?”

“I feel like it would be better if you didn’t know.”

“Oh no, we’re not doing that,” you say with your hands on your hips. “If someone’s coming after me, you’re going to tell me who.”

The wistful smile that twists his lips unexpected. “What?” you ask, unable to mask your annoyance.

“It’s just…I feel like I’ve had this conversation before.”

You realize you must remind him of Helen, with your no-male-bullshit attitude. It makes your heart ache at the same time it fills with pride. “Well, I learned from the best.”

You stare at each other for a long moment, and you feel your annoyance melt away as you study this man, so forbidding and yet beneath it all, a little fragile. You see it in his eyes, and there’s still blood on his brow, and you decide you want to patch him up more than you want to argue with him.

For now.

Maybe he feels some obligation to take care of you because of Helen, but it goes both ways. You know Helen would want you to make sure he’s taken care of too. You feel a little guilty that it’s taken this long.

“I’m going to go get my first aid kit. We’ll clean you up, then you can decide what you want to tell me. FYI, the less you know the better is not acceptable tonight.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You cannot tell if he is amused, exasperated, or maybe both.

You return from the bathroom with your medicine chest, thunking it down on the coffee table. “Want another?” you ask, gesturing at his empty glass.

“Yes, but I shouldn’t. Good stuff.” You smile to yourself, wondering if your previous offering had been closer on the scale to paint thinner, remembering how he’d drank it anyway because he was a sweetheart. He was a conundrum, was what he was. This man was dangerous, and after what you’d seen earlier, you suspected he was possibly a killer. And yet, he was sweet. So sweet, at least to you, and those he considered friends. The warmth that bloomed in your chest for him was alarmingly not exactly—or not exclusively—lust related.

“Ouch,” you sigh, inspecting his brow. It’s a deep cut, and might actually require a butterfly. You won’t know until you clean it up.

You actually possess a passable first aid kit. Sometimes, art projects involving blades go awry, and you are in the habit of taking care of your ailments yourself. The cost of healthcare is utterly obscene, and until recently, out of your budget.

John lets you fuss over him, sitting still as a statue as you cleanse his wounds with saline solution then slather him with some antibacterial goop. Though you still feel a bit sick, and a bit giddy from the adrenaline, luckily your hands have stopped shaking. You do affix one butterfly closure to his noble brow, just in case. His eyes are closed, almost as though he is enjoying your ministrations, even though you know it can’t actually feel good.

“I’m not sure what else to do for this,” you say, touching his split lip lightly with a gauze pad, dabbing away the blood.

“It’s fine,” he sighs. “I’ve had worse.”

“I’m sorry you got hurt,” you say.

This could be an excellent window for him to really tell you what’s going on. You suspect he’s purposely distracting you when he reaches for you, tracing the line of your waist before his large hands settle on your hips, pulling you closer between his manspread legs.  

“I’m feeling better now.” He looks up at you with those soulful dark eyes, and goddammit they should be considered an illegal weapon.

You know you should insist on answers before giving in, but your resolve utterly dissolves under his touch and that longing look, replaced with heady desire. This thing between you is a force to be reckoned with; it obliterates your good sense, your sense of propriety, your loyalty to your late sister. Anything that might have stopped you with anyone else ceased to matter with this beautiful man.

You are not sure if he pulls you, or if you just melt down into his lap, straddling him. His long fingers splay on your legs, pushing your skirts up your thighs, sliding higher and higher until he cups your ass with only your panties between you.

“My knight in shining black armor,” you sigh, touching his cheek lightly, wary of causing him pain. You think you see a bruise forming beneath the scruff of his beard.

“Hmm. It’s nice to be the hero, for once.” 

“Are you usually the bad guy, John?”

His touch is feather light down your legs again, then up your spine and the backs of your arms, causing you to shudder uncontrollably. “You have no idea, sweetheart.”

“I think I’m forming an idea,” you admit breathily.

“My clever girl. What ever shall I do with you?” You’re not sure why his praise makes heat and slick pool between your legs, as though you are melting from the inside for this man. His hands are in your hair now, his touch still so gentle, but oh so maddening. Your skin feels like its on fire.

You kiss him gently, because of the split lip. He is the one who deepens it, with a growing desperation and a disregard for his own pain that you find insanely titillating. His mouth travels down your neck, trailing kisses and grazing with teeth as though he means to eat you alive.

You would let him, gladly, and you writhe against him, grinding on the length of his hard cock beneath you. You didn’t even get to see it last time. Tonight, you determine you will remedy that.

Fingers hooked in the straps of your dress pull down, down and down until you are bared before him. His hand in your hair pulls, gentle but exacting, guiding you to arch your back, offering up your breasts for his delectation. His mouth on your nipples is pure magic, sucking and biting and flicks of tongue that drive you to the absolute brink. He could make you cum just like this, you think, with his mouth on your tits and riding his rock-hard cock through his pants.

It hardly seems fair, considering last time, you somehow manage to think through the fog of desire that has you so tied up in knots. You push against him, sliding down his body until you are on your knees before him. He watches you with such blatantly raw hunger it makes your legs weak; he knows exactly what you’re doing, and doesn’t have the will to tell you no. He watches you intensely as you reach for his belt, flipping it open. There is a weight on the belt that confuses you for a moment, until his hand goes behind his back, catching something.

“Don’t be afraid,” he says, and you can’t think straight enough to even entertain it. He pulls out a small black blocky object—it takes you a moment to realize it’s a gun. You've never really seen one in real life until tonight, just in the movies. You are more curious than fearful as he sets it gingerly on the table. The possibility does not even register that he could be a threat to you. After everything you’ve seen tonight, this is just par for the course, and you return to your task with gusto, whipping his belt from their loops with a satisfying snap.

You cannot hide the fact that you are utterly pleased with yourself, and the corners of his mouth twitch, his hand caressing your cheek. You finish undoing his pants with your eyes half closed, so entranced by his light touch, until his manhood springs free into your hand, hot and velvety and oh my he is large. You roll your eyes up to meet his before descending upon him, slowly taking his swollen glans between your lips, swirling him with your tongue.

“Fuck, baby…”

The hand in your hair is not so gentle now; you don’t think he realizes he’s pulling, as you slowly take his length into the back of your throat, toying with the vein with your tongue. You slide more of him into your mouth, knowing you'll never be able to fit it all, but so willing to try. You bob up and down slowly, grazing him very carefully with your teeth, winning the most delicious moan from this man who is usually such a bastion of self-control. 

His fingers comb through your hair, sending chills all down your body as you work him up and down. The tips of your bare breasts brushing his tautly muscled thighs sends spears of longing to your loins, and you press your legs for some relief.

It doesn’t work, but you are enjoying this, and you want to treat him, the way he treated you so generously before. He’s taken a beating for you, fought and bled for you, protected you, and you want to thank him in the most primal way you know how. You take him deeper into the back of your throat, as deep as you can go, savoring every thick inch of this magnificent cock. What a thing of beauty. He groans, and you would have smiled if not for the mouthful.

“Baby...so good to me.” His hips rock against you of their own volition, his grip tightening in your hair. “Touch yourself for me. I want to feel you cum with your mouth sucking my cock.”

He doesn't have to invite you twice. Your fingers find your weeping slit, toying with your clit while you go down on him. You find a rhythm like this, sucking him in time to touching yourself. Maybe it’s a little self serving, but then again...there is something cosmic in this. Something timeless and primal and he seems to be enjoying it all the more with your participation, the vibration of your moans teasing his hard shaft.

You feel that scintillating pleasure gathering in your loins, know you are close. Your pleasure almost takes you by surprise, it is so swift and violent, your body spasming with the mindnumbing explosion inside you. After last time, it’s almost the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had. You take him into your throat fully and he cums with you, no warning, just the hot spill of his seed down your throat, filling your mouth. You swallow it greedily, only withdrawing when he stills beneath you.

You nearly collapse against his legs, your cheek resting on his lean thigh. This man is made of muscle and sinew. Through hooded eyes he caresses your face, toying with your hair. You shudder with aftershocks that are almost as pleasurable as the orgasm itself. You feel triumph as those burning dark eyes slide closed, overcome by afterglow, and maybe something else you don't care to name now.

“My sweet girl. You...are a marvel."

Something inside you blooms at hearing those soft words from him.

Slowly you sit up, stretching against him, using his hard body to help push you to your feet. Without a word you step out of your lacy pink panties and stick them in his jacket like a pocket square. He glances down with a lifted eyebrow, a small smirk pulling the corner of his mouth.

He’s so beautiful you could scream. 

“Something to add to your collection,” you quip, alluding to the fact that even though he practically fled last time, you know he took your undies with him.

“I will treasure them as much as the last pair,” he admits with a woebegone smile that crushes your heart.

Your legs are trembling beneath you, and you hold out a hand to him, inviting him to follow you. “Snuggle with me?”

A few long moments pass, until you think he might reject the idea, but then he takes your smaller mitt in his and tugs you down into his lap. It is silly, how secure you feel curled up in this man’s arms, your head finding the warm crook of his neck. His masculine smell is utterly divine, and you could fall asleep there, with his long fingers stroking your hair. You snuggle in the quiet aftermath, spent and ever so content.

This might be what heaven feels like.

You’re not sure how much time has passed, when he brushes his lips against the top of your head and asks, “What would you say to packing a bag and coming to my place for the weekend?”

The suggestion takes you aback. Heat floods you as you think about just what you would get up to on a long weekend away at Casa Wick.

It certainly wouldn't be innocent.

Your little bubble of carnal pleasure bursts when you think of everything that happened outside your apartment, before you pleasured each other into a mind-numbed stupor.

“I would say I feel like you have an ulterior motive besides enjoying my company.”

“I do enjoy your company.”

“And I think you think I'm in danger. Are you ready to talk about that?”

“Am I allowed to say no?”

“No.”

He huffs with laughter, clearly amused with you. But behind it all, you see the shadow of worry in his eyes, a tension at the corners of his mouth. “Come home with me, and we can talk about there.”

You tilt your head, wondering if he would be so diabolical as to fuck you into a blissfully complacent stupor so he didn’t have to answer your questions the whole weekend. You’ve never been good at taking orders—or hell, even advice—at face value. You like to make decisions—read mistakes—for yourself. But maybe, just this once, you could have faith that someone has your best interests at heart. He’s older than you, maybe wiser, and seems to know a little something you don’t about the workings of the underworld of New York City. As surreal as it seems...you could actually be in serious danger.

Seeing that you are still thinking, he sweetens the pot, nuzzling the shell of your ear with his nose. “I will cook for you and spoil you rotten.”

You can only imagine what carnal delights spoiling implies with this man.  

Well…fuck.

“Fine. I’ll pack a bag. But we are just postponing this Q & A.”

“Fair enough.” You extricate yourself from his lap with a stretch, and he gives you a light smack on your rear as you make your way for your bedroom. When you turn to look at him with a raised eyebrow he pays you a panty-melting (if you’d been wearing any) smirk that turns your brain to mush.

This man.

It occurs to you that this man is, in fact, dangerous to you. Not in terms of violence, but…you sense in yourself that if he asked nicely, you just might give him anything. You understand more than ever how and why Helen fell so quickly for John Wick, as you find yourself surrendering to your addiction to him with a secret smile.

<<PART 4 PART 6>>

[djloveyou3000]

Belladonna

Chapter twenty three

“So,” Bell said with a sly grin, their tone teasing, “how are things with you and Lazar?”

Helen’s cheeks turned a deep pink, and she immediately stumbled over her words. “W-we’re good! I mean, we’re fine. We’re… uh, just friends, you know—”

Bell arched a brow, their grin widening. “Helen and Lazar sitting in a tree…” they began to sing mischievously, drawing out every word. “K-I-S-S-I-N—”

Before they could finish, Helen clamped her hand over Bell’s mouth, her coffee nearly sloshing over the rim. “Shh! Do you have no shame?” she hissed, glancing around them as though someone might overhear. “We’re in public!”

Bell snorted and pulled Helen’s hand away, smirking. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” They held their hands up in mock surrender but added with a playful glint in their eye, ���Just teasing.”

Helen rolled her eyes, her cheeks still pink, but Bell wasn’t done. “But seriously,” they pressed, nudging Helen’s arm, “Russell told me you took Lazar to England. England, Helen. That doesn’t sound like ‘just friends’ to me. Spill the tea, girl!”

Helen’s blush deepened, and she looked down at her coffee. “Oh, that? We just went as friends!” she said, her voice a bit too quick and defensive to be convincing.

Bell stopped walking and turned to face her, fixing Helen with the most unimpressed look imaginable. They crossed their arms and deadpanned, “Yeah, and unicorns are real.”

Helen groaned and lightly swatted Bell’s arm. “Oh, shush!”

Bell raised an eyebrow. “Fine, if you won’t tell me, then I’m not sharing any details about me and Russ.”

“Oh, you little—” Helen muttered, grabbing Bell by the wrist and dragging them toward her car.

By the time they’d climbed into Helen’s vehicle, the blonde had calmed down slightly, though her determination to get information out of Bell was still burning strong. As they buckled up, Helen tried again. “Alright, so as I was saying—”

Before she could finish, a car swerved dangerously close to theirs, cutting them off with no signal. Helen slammed the brakes, the car jerking slightly forward.

“What the bloody hell?!” Helen barked, her British accent deepening with her fury. Her hands tightened on the steering wheel, and her previously composed demeanor evaporated like mist in the sun. “What absolute moron gave you a license, you knobhead?!”

Bell, who had been mid-sip of their coffee, froze. They glanced at Helen nervously. “Uh… Helen, maybe let it go—”

“Oh, hell no!” Helen interrupted, her tone icy and full of rage. “Bell, put the bloody window down. I need to have a word with this tosser.”

Bell hesitated but ultimately obeyed, lowering the passenger-side window.

The driver of the offending car, oblivious or simply arrogant, glanced back and flipped them off. That was the last straw.

Helen’s face turned a furious shade of red. “OH, YOU ABSOLUTE PRAT! COME BACK HERE!” she screeched, slamming her foot on the gas. The car lurched forward as she pursued the man, weaving through traffic with the determination of a predator chasing prey.

Bell clung to the door handle, their amusement rapidly giving way to mild terror. “Helen, maybe we should just let it—”

“Not another word, Bell!” Helen snapped, her voice thunderous. She leaned out the window slightly to yell, “YOU THINK YOU CAN DRIVE LIKE A TWAT AND GET AWAY WITH IT? THINK AGAIN!”

The man in the other car, realizing too late he’d messed with the wrong woman, began to speed up, but Helen wasn’t backing down.

Bell sat back in their seat, torn between laughter and fear. They watched as Helen’s typically polite, composed demeanor unraveled completely, giving way to a torrent of curses that would make a sailor blush.

“Is she really chasing him?” Bell muttered to themself, though the answer was obvious.

The chase went on for several blocks, weaving through the city streets, until the man made a critical mistake: he turned down a dead-end road.

Helen smirked triumphantly as she pulled up behind him and slammed the car into park. “Stay here,” she ordered Bell, her tone eerily calm.

Bell watched in stunned silence as Helen stepped out of the car, her heels clicking sharply against the pavement. The man rolled down his window, perhaps intending to apologize, but Helen was having none of it.

“YOU!” she shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done, you bloody git? Cutting me off, flipping me off—do you have a death wish?!”

The man stammered, clearly unprepared for the hurricane that was Helen. She didn’t wait for a response. She yanked open his car door, grabbed him by the collar, and unleashed another tirade of colorful insults, her voice echoing off the walls of the dead-end alley.

To Bell’s absolute shock, Helen reached into the man’s car and yanked the steering wheel clean off its base. Holding it up like a trophy, she turned on her heel and marched back to her own car.

Bell blinked as Helen climbed back into the driver’s seat and casually handed them the wheel. “For you,” Helen said simply, her tone calm and sweet.

Helen started the car and drove off as if nothing had happened, humming a cheerful tune under her breath. She even managed to flip the man off one last time as they exited the dead-end.

The car was silent for a few minutes as Bell tried to process what had just happened. They kept sneaking glances at Helen, who now seemed utterly unbothered, as though she hadn’t just destroyed a man’s vehicle and ego.

“Is there something wrong, Bell, dear?” Helen asked, her voice light and innocent, her eyes still on the road.

Bell quickly shook their head. “Nope. Nothing at all.”

“Good,” Helen said with a serene smile. “Now, where were we? Ah, yes. Tell me about you and Adler.”

Bell groaned, sinking into their seat. “After that? I think I need a minute to recover…”

“Oh, don’t be dramatic,” Helen said, waving a hand dismissively. “Now, spill, or I’ll start singing K-I-S-S-I-N-G of you and Adler .”

Bell sighed, knowing they were defeated. “Fine. But you owe me for this.”

Helen’s grin widened as she turned onto a quieter street, ready to hear all the juicy details. For now, her road rage was behind her—but Bell made a mental note never to sit in the passenger seat again.

[thewhumpcaretaker]

How many days at a time do you think Helen kept John lovingly edged and locked up in the cage?

I wasn't sure if you meant a chastity cage or a regular cage, so I put him in both. And the answer is, "more than she ever expected." Here's what I think happened! (Also, divider source)

Not long into their marriage, during the first year, Helen noticed her husband getting restless. He loved the peace of being with her and not worrying about contracts anymore...at least on a conscious level. But memories haunted him. He was having more nightmares, and getting distracted more often, just staring off into space in a way that told her he was far away. He didn't want to say anything, but with enough coaxing, she got him to admit that it wasn't natural for him, having so much peace. He kept waiting for the interruption of an adrenaline-filled week or two spent being pushed to his limits. He didn't really know how to function without it.

"Do you want me to push you?"

"...Yeah."

The next day, she came home with a cage. Well, two cages, to be precise. One was a chastity cage. The other was a huge iron dog kennel that had to be carried through the door in pieces. The delivery driver didn't say anything, but he did keep glancing around like he was looking for a dog. At the time, they didn't have one.

The first thing she said after assembling the kennel was, "Alright, John. The next few days are going to be hell, just like old times. You have only one contract and it's this: obey. Can you do that?"

"Yes, Ma'am." He looked calmer than she'd seen him in months. He was in the zone already, and that old fiery, devoted determination flared in his eyes. So she locked him into both cages.

They'd done little things before. Flogging, whipping, spreader bars...but this was something else. This was 24/7. When he was in the big cage, he was laying on a futon, with no blanket and no clothes and nothing to do but sleep and read (she was kind enough to let him earn a book at least). When he was let out, he was serving her. She pampered him at every moment, holding his hand, cradling his head in her lap on the couch while they watched movies...but it was almost worse. "Do you want to earn a book to read, John? You can do a little something for me." And then he’d find himself pressed between her thighs, putting every ounce of his pent up frustration into lapping at her clit through orgasm after orgasm while cold metal bit into his cock. But the harder he worked to satisfy her, the more she writhed and moaned and clutched at the back of his hair and he just ended up edged even further.

John was not a man who gave up easily. By the end of the first week, he was whimpering every time she touched him, but he refused to give in. Dressed in nothing but his T-shirt on the way to bed, Helen knelt down and kissed his forehead through the bars. “Poor John. You remember your safeword, right?”

He nodded. “But I’m not giving up.”

Helen straightened up, pressing her bare pelvis up to the metal right in front of him. “So obedient… you can lay on the bed with me for a while if you make me cum without even leaving the cage.” He breathed a wordless groan and started finger-fucking her between the bars until she collapsed over the top of the cage with pleasure.

It was heaven to see him looking so openly pitiful, but by day 10, Helen was starting to worry. She decided that she really should have set a goal or a time limit. Letting John decide when they were done was never the right move, because he simply wouldn’t stop. She’d learned that the hard way by asking him to do heavy yard work or try marathon sex. He’d exhaust himself.

So she started thinking. How could she end this with a bang?

On the evening of day 15, it was raining. The house was chilly, and Helen walked past the cage to see him quietly shivering on the futon, hugging his own shoulders for warmth. He opened his eyes to look up at her, and there was no hint of protest, only reverence. But she couldn’t take it anymore. She needed him inside of her, sheltered and held and treated gently.

 “John,” she said, with the voice of a hypnotist. “Your wife needs you. Are you sticking to the mission, or are you coming home?”

She didn’t wait for an answer. She just walked up to the bedroom, put on her lingerie, and fantasized about the way he’d look when he burst into the room.

He was there in five minutes. When they went downstairs the next morning, she’d find the kennel in pieces, snapped apart at the corners and bent at the bars. The fragments of a disassembled pen were scattered over the kitchen counter to get to a little metal rod and pick the lock of the chastity cage, which lay on the ground in the middle of it all.

But for the time being, the only mess Helen could think about was the mess of her broken-down, exhausted, edged, submissive, perfect husband, who had pounced on her and driven his cock straight into her, completely bare. He was cold to the touch and inarticulate with arousal and shaking in every muscle. But he still held himself back long enough to give tender, steady thrusts while trailing kisses all over her. He was such a damn gentleman that he was trying to let her cum first even now, she realized. She bucked her hips upward to get his attention. “Hey. Stop holding back and fuck me. You earned it.” And he lost all control. The famous Baba Yaga, of infinite stamina and resilience, came in under a minute like an untouched virgin.

He buried his face against Helen’s neck. “I’m sorry…”

“Don’t you dare, sweetheart. You came for me like such a good boy. I love you, John.” She pulled the blanket over both of them and he fell asleep inside the shelter of her body, freed by Helen once again.

[tumb1rprincess]

So I know the whole disease thing at the beginning was just a metaphor for xenophobia, but I honestly couldn't help but think of Covid while listening to that. Masks everywhere so you couldn't see anyone's faces, people distrusting each other and so ready to throw each other under the bus if it meant bettering themselves, how regular people had to obey the rules but the higher ups didn't. Made me uncomfortable.

So Basira's after Daisy now to keep her promise. Ironic that Daisy is tied to the Hunt and now someone's hunting her. These two are going to have a confrontation eventually and I feel like it's not going to be pretty.

Jon and Martin are so freaking funny. Jon being so offended that Martin asked "What's my middle name" when he doesn't have one and Jon calling himself a "self-apocalyptic Google." And then Helen shows up being the ultimate JonMartin shipper, too funny. Cherry on top was Jon going "I've never been adorable" and Martin quickly going "Okay, not true." These two are so cute, agh, I love them.

[devildomwriter]

Do you have any info posts about witches in game?

I do now

1. Witches are mentioned the most in season one of the OG game because Mammon is still under the thumb of three of them. He got into trouble with a particularly nasty group of witches, Mammon says it was three, other believe it was up to ten. They tried forcing him to make a pact but Lucifer told them to cut Mammon into pieces instead and somehow in the end he just ended up as a chauffeur/errand boy for them.

2. It’s mentioned Asmodeus once brought a witch home and she turned into a spider to hide from Lucifer but he still found her.

3. In a Devilgram, the Great Witch Maddi is introduced. She is apparently still youthful in appearance despite being thousands of years old and this is due to her power. She stayed in the Devildom and attempted to make Diavolo marry her. She also made Mammon cry once and whenever she visits, Diavolo avoids her and has Satan and Lucifer handle her because she likes attractive men.

4. Another witch mentioned only in season one is Helene. She was a strong witch who was trapped in a painting and villainized after having a relationship with Asmodeus which started a war.

5. Another witch mentioned in season one with some dialogue is Grisella. She created a book that switches bodies and predicted it would help Satan and Lucifer’s relationship and she is described as being their fan. She was later murdered by her helper when she refused to mentor him because she knew her time was coming soon. Her spirit helps solve her own murder before she moves on.

6. In a game event, Lucifer claims there are witches powerful enough to cover the Devildom in snow.

7. Mammon implies that witches are supposed to be able to see the future.

8. Witches are often mentioned as living in the Devildom which is something humans don’t do as Solomon and MC are mentioned as being the first, so witches are considered a separate species/Demi-human. Although in season one they are also mentioned to live in the human world as Mammon got into trouble with those witches too.

9. A witch mentioned only once is Artemisia. Diavolo says he hasn’t visited her in a while and Lucifer declined visiting as he owes her favors after what happened with Mammon.

10. Mammon believes novice witches are easy targets for scams and that he can pay Levi pack this way.

11. In season two Diavolo mentions a witch’s sabbath. He instructs how others should handle a witch who requests a summoning without an application in advance. This implies that demons and witches have contractual agreements and that witches have to request to summon a demon before doing so.

12. Solomon says he associates with witches on occasion.

13. Witches are the ones who let Solomon know when the strange phenomenon in the human world inadvertently caused by MC finally ended.

14. In season three Mammon mentions that once when Asmodeus fell sick a bunch of demons and witches showed up and turned it into a party.

15. In season three Mammon mentions he has to be used to the human world because of always serving the witches. It’s also implied Lucifer doesn’t know the extent of it and if he did he’d probably interfere.

16. In season three, Diavolo mentions doing business in the human world due to demand for magical products by the witches and sorcerers who live there.

17. Cats are a common familiar of witches. We know this because in season three Satan kidnapped a bunch of cats for a cat cafe and Barbatos returned them all to the witches who owned them.

18. Mammon is mentioned as often receiving shady items from witches. I’m season four it’s mentioned one gift was given to him by a witch as congratulations for repaying her.

[gifti3]

Fics where asmo goes from being somewhat passive aggressive/ignoring mcs existence to slowly wanting their attention

Peak

[thermodynamic-comedian]

yknow, tumblr seems to appreciate my helanie posts at least a bit so here. as a treat, i'll cross-post my latest fic on here.

"okay, wait. hmm...oh! okay, this is a good one." melanie giggled to herself, preparing for whatever she was about to say. "do you have a name, or can i call you mine?" "melanie!" helen whined, pulling her hands up to cover her face. it almost looked like she was sweating. "what? you liked that one?" "no!" she insisted, turning away when melanie leaned closer. "um...helen? did you, uhh...make that?" "wh-what?" helen looked up just enough to see what melanie was pointing at. a yellow door that was not there before. "o-oh, oh, oh no, um-" helen got up, suddenly panicked, running to the door. she grabbed the handle, but it didn't open. nor did it disappear. "helen? what's going on?" she didn't answer, merely mumbling to herself anxiously as she kept tugging at the doorknob. "please, please go away, what are you doing here? come on, leave, please leave, oh god, she's going to think i'm such an idiot-" she looked like she was going to cry from embarrassment. "hey, hey, calm down, come here." melanie stood up as well, walking over to where helen was still panicking, and grabbed her by one of her oversized hands. "let's sit down for a second, okay?" somewhat hesitantly, helen nodded, and let melanie lead her back to the bench. "alright. do you...wanna tell me what's up with that?" "i-i don't know, it's-..." helen took a few deep breaths, closing her eyes, clearly uncomfortable with the concept of honesty. "i haven't been...i-...it's been...difficult...i-i don't think....sometimes they don't obey me. the doors." she finally admitted. "that makes sense, i mean, you're pretty new to all this, aren't you?" "well, y-yes, but it's...humiliating! i-i mean, they're- they're supposed to be a part of me!" "maybe...maybe they're, like, a reflection of something you're going through? some kind of conflict, or inner turmoil, or some...feelings that you're repressing, or something like that? maybe you just need to, i dunno, accept them?" melanie shrugged. "to just stop punishing yourself for...feeling things." something like longing briefly flashed across helen's face, but she shook her head and breathed again. there was a small creaking sound as the door disappeared. "huh. look at that. i was right. it was a metaphor." melanie turned to grin at helen. "a meta-door, if you will." "melanie."

[radioactive-earthshine]

Mega Demon: Blue and Yellow

Rating: General Audiences Category: Gen Relationships: Bart Allen & Jenni Ognats Words: 2495 On Ao3 Summary Max told Bart that he absolutely, under any circumstances, was NOT allowed to enter the Mega Demon Championship because it would be 'cheating'.

Jenni decided spending time with Bart and making memories with him while stranded in the 1990s was more important than obeying Max and enters them both in the championship. But do they really have that button mashing skills to win? Can they also evade Max's suspicions? Find out!

Excerpt

That snapped Bart out of his gloom, his eyes still flat as he leaned back into the sofa. “M’fine. It’s just the Mega Demon Championship. Really wanted to compete but Max said ‘no’ and I gotta do what Max says!”  “Why did he say no? It seems pretty harmless, and we play Mega Demon all the time! You’re good at it!” Jenni got off of the floor to sit next to her cousin, she couldn’t help herself and she ran her narrow fingers through his thick auburn hair.  “I’m not just good at Mega Demon. I’m great at it!” Bart lamented and Jenni knew there was a rant to follow. “He thinks we use our powers to play! I tried to tell him our speed is no good in videogames, but he won’t listen! Says if I enter it’s cheating because I have an unfair advantage.” Bart scoffed then turned the television off with the remote, the screen crackled with static before it dimmed. “He doesn’t get how much I haveta slow down to play!” “And entering is really important to you, isn’t it?” Jenni asked, she still had her hand in his thick hair and felt him nod.  “I can’t play basketball, football, soccer ball, baseball and no cheerleading, I got kicked out of chess since the rook incident, and golf is cruel and unusual torture.” Bart listed off his fingers. “Golf. Max wanted me to play golf! Do you have any idea how boring a game golf is?”  “I don’t know what any of those are,” Jenni admitted. “But I’ll take your word for it. Hey, what do you need to do to enter this competition?”  Bart became a flicker of yellow when he bolted to grab a newspaper from the dining room table. When he came back he had it open to the exact page that mimicked the commercial from earlier. “It’s being held at the local Blockbuster here in town this Saturday. You just need to fill out their form.”  “Saturday is only two days away!”  “Yeah, and then it will be no days away and then yesterday!” Bart folded the newspaper and Jenni watched him put it back on the table. Biting her lip she made an impulsive decision and fell into white lightning and was gone. “Grife! It’s not fair! I can’t help it if I was born like this, I feel like I’m being punished just for being a speedster! Grife!” He turned around dramatically just in time to have Jenni show back up in crackles of white. “Woah, where did you go?”  Grinning, Jenni held up the white sign-up sheet. “Blockbuster right? The place Helen took us to rent Star Trek VII right?” Bart nodded and then it clicked, Jenni watched as his eyes sparkled.

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[cnl0400]

Don't you think obey me has enough characters?

Under Read More because it's a bit incoherent and lol. Sorry anon

It's not that I need more characters and more that RAD itself feels empty, I don't really think there's a point in the SF If you know the brothers are going to win anyways, it feels rigged, the brothers are the student council, the "top" but there's nothing to compare them to, because all students are either SC members or exchange students (who have certain "privileges" as mentioned in OGS2, like having easier clases and the like). Only exception to this rule Is Mephistopheles. Idk, you can't really feel how powerful the SC Is If you don't have a point of reference in how the 'lesser demons' act.

There's has been games with fewer characters that make more livid schools, but to do that you have to distribute their roles so It doesn't becomes numbing. Having more than one (in this case, two) perspectives makes things interesing.

Something I have talked before Is how in certain point in S4, Diavolo makes a survey about what the student body thinks about the exchange students. The result are... Really negative. Like, most of the students either don't care or hate the EEs. But why do they hate them? Or why should *we* care about what this faceless crowd thinks of us? What have we done to them to even warrant this response????

Another example, in the lesson from today, Asmodeus being sabotaged in the SF feels so out of nowhere, why did this demon do that in the first place? Just to win? I don't care that this random demon was punished because it feels the equivalent of moving a rock out the way. Obey Me in general would benefit from having some kind of antagonistic force for cases like these.

A good compromise would be like they did today with Blackjack/Red Devil/Nancy and just have them be a textbox (If you are cheap and don't want to invest in background characters) Michael has been like this since the beggining, Queen Rose was a niche character that had certain following when the dame events happened, and every scene with the Butcher in S3 was comedy gold. No mention of characters like Helene, Griselda, etc. So I think you can nail characters like these If you make the effort.

Hell, Mephistopheles before having a sprite had cult following just from chats and mentions in the main story. OG at least used to namedrop demons that existed in-universe, now it's "a demon" everytime something happens.

RAD just feels small, empty, barren, etc. and I have skipped most RAD related events since before Nightbringer was announced, lol