#om! what if

[sindulgence666]

Today, after training, I started wondering if the OM! Cast would be okay with MC practicing a sport that involves a high risk of injury such as figure skating.

I was learning how to do a death drop and fell almost face first on the ice (it really didn't hurt, my coach and I laughed it off) and thought, “would they be okay with that kind of things?”

I mean, they do have the impression of humans being really weak and fragile creatures, and, even if we are, we can be pretty sturdy. Would they be concerned? Would they try to coax MC out of the sport? Would they simply support them because they love it?

Just a random thought, I guess

[omentu5]

[zephyrchama]

Who among you are old enough to remember the "It's 10pm, do you know where your children are?" reminders on TV?

That was probably necessary at the very beginning of the exchange program. Diavolo or Barbatos would have to send out text messages every day. "It's 10pm. Do you know where your human exchange student is?"

You could be doing homework in your room in the House of Lamentation when at ten o'clock on the dot you hear loud swearing and footsteps. Mammon barges in to check that you're there. The others coolly walk by and peek in just to double-check. Every single night.

[littlestardescendants]

Obey Me! MC: Ugh get your balls out of your purses and do something stop bitching to me about your problems.

What in Hell is Bad! MC: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD PUT YOUR BALLS AWAY WE'RE IN PUBLIC

[l3viat8an]

*points at ur pussy* are u gonna finish that? *tummy growls really loud*

[rktksmdrm]

mammon & mammon

[misc-obeyme]

MC: Hey, Barbatos. Can you stop time?

Barbatos: Why do you ask?

MC: I’m exhausted and I really need to take a nap for a few hours, but I have too much going on.

Barbatos: I fear it would be quite irresponsible of me to stop the flow of time so that you may nap, MC.

MC: What if you took a nap with me?

Barbatos: I am not Belphegor. I’m afraid that tactic will not work on me.

MC: *sighing in disappointment* Okay. I'll ask Solomon. He might know a spell or something. And he'll definitely agree to nap with me.

Barbatos: …

Moments later, Barbatos found himself in his bed with MC cuddled up against him, snoozing peacefully. He mentally scolded himself for giving in so easily while his arms and tail tightened around MC protectively.

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[azulhamsandwich]

Mammon x Mammon

honestly i ship it

[amosprinz]

mammon in the whb style 😈

[nocreativityfornames]

YES??? WHERE TF ARE YOU??????

[shootingstarrfish]

the devilsitter has become a dogsitter! they need help!!!!

this was actually @aspiringtrashpanda's idea!!!! she's very cool and has the biggest brain please tell her how cool she is!!!!!

ive been watching a lot of dog grooming videos lately so i keep thinking about how well/poorly theyd behave when being groomed. lucifer would be the best and mammon would probably be the worst HAHA

[zephyrchama]

You happened to walk past the entryway to the House of Lamentation just as the door swung open. Fierce rain came down in sheets, obscuring the outside view. The person outside struggled to close their umbrella and stood in the doorway while trying to wrestle it shut.

Finally, Satan wiped his shoes on the welcome mat and came inside, depositing his umbrella in a holder next to the door. He was soaking wet. Water dripped off the bottom of his jeans and onto the floor. In one hand he held an unmarked lidded cup, and in the other was a very suspicious bag.

It was completely dry, not a single drop of rain could be seen on the outer fabric. It was also large and moving. Satan held the handles firmly, ignoring the constant shifting weight of whatever was moving inside the bag. Two furry tails popped out the top.

You waved at him. "Hey, Satan. Whatcha got there?"

He lifted the cup to his face. "A smoothie." He took a sip from the cup. Something meowed.

The two of you looked at each other in silence. Rain pattered against the rooftop. Satan lowered the smoothie cup and swirled its contents. "It's good. Blistering grape flavor."

You stared at the bag. A claw poked out the side.

Satan calmly stepped further into the house. Although, his movements were stiff, as if the calm demeanor was a facade. Every motion felt fake. He glanced at the bag.

"Well. I'm busy. It was good seeing you." He walked down the hall rather quickly and headed straight for his room. The door was pulled open in a hurry and immediately shut. Ten minutes later you received a text that said "don't tell Lucifer I'm home."

[l3viat8an]

I read somebody’s headcanon that Levi would probably stalk or even doxx any demons that comments on MC’s Devilgram posts complementing them… and fair he would.

But you know who would be the real menace in MC’s comments? Mammon! He’s replying to every single comment ‘n complement saying that MC is ‘his human!!’ and everybody else better be respectful while lookin’ at his partner!

To the wilder comments he even threatens to track the poor demon(s) down and gouge their eyes out-

[misc-obeyme]

You were so unexpected. He knew that you were yet another task that Lucifer was pushing off on him for the sake of Lord Diavolo. Only another instance of being used, of being relied on, of being given the job no one else wanted to do.

It was difficult at first. A great demon like him had better things to do than babysit a fragile human like you. But time passed. Things changed. You changed and he changed and everyone else changed, too.

And then one day Mammon looked at you and saw his entire world.

He saw his sun in your eyes and his moon in your smile. His sky in the soft expanse of your skin. His roots in your fingers slotted perfectly with his. Time and tide and thunder and lightning, every part of him and every part of you - it was his everything.

It almost hurt to say it out loud. To admit to this vulnerability. His greatest weakness. It was always you. It would always be you. And in darkness, when you couldn't quite see him, he found he was desperate to whisper his truth into you. Pressing his face against your hair or your neck, his arms around you, feeling your heartbeat thudding against his. When he could just exist there, in the only place he ever felt like he truly belonged.

The Celestial Realm didn't want him. And the Devildom was only home because no place else could be.

Until you.

You saw him for who he was. A demon, a former angel, but more than any of that, you saw a brother, a friend, a lover. You saw the part of him that wanted to have fun, pulling pranks on Lucifer and going out clubbing with Asmo. You saw the part of him that wanted to protect, threatening Levi's bullies and taking the blame for Belphie. You saw the part of him that kept things normal for his family, teasing Satan and gifting things to Beel. And more than anything, you saw him when he was open and raw - when he didn't hide himself behind too much bluster, when he admitted how much his brothers meant to him. How much he loved you.

And maybe it was a little bit dangerous. Mammon knew that when it came to you, it would take so little. That in an instant he could become a demon whose power and rage cracked through the very fabric of existence. The kind of demon he never felt the need to be, the full potential that he let pass by in favor of keeping the peace. It would be nothing if it meant keeping you safe.

Pact or no pact, Mammon knew the truth. And deep down, he was sure you knew it, too.

That Mammon would let that power off its leash and bathe the world in blood, only for you.

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[ramibow]

Mammon any time Levi asks for his money back 💸

[dailyraphael]

day 9!

becoming a sleep paralysis demon until he's dateable