#omswd mc

[tsukii0002]

Imagine that Mc, who makes fun of the brothers for being so dramatic when they don't see each other for a while, thinks that they are not like that when it comes to being away from them for a while. So for a reason like exam time, delivering a major project at work or whatever reason, Mc has to spend some time in the human world with hardly any contact with their demons. (If you like the temporality with respect to the original story this would happen after Mc can travel freely from one world to another, after season 4 of OM, when they gets used to being with their demons every day, even if it's only for 5 minutes).

One day

Mc: It is incredible that there can be so much silence and so much tranquility, ha, ha in the end this is going to be good for me.

Two days

Mc: Well, at this pace of work I'll finish ahead of schedule… not bad, but it's a little strange that nobody “bothers” you.

One week

Mc: *eating* I've made too much food… Beel is not here… well, I don't have to cook again for five days.

Two weeks

Mc: *sitting in the living room* How quiet…. what will they be doing?, I hope they didn't get into too much trouble….

One month

Mc: …

Mc: Damn, it's not normal to feel so sad if it's only been a month…*sighing* well I'm just as dramatic… I miss them…

Returning to the Devildom

Mc: *hugging the first demon they see*

Satan: Mc?

Mc: I missed you…

Satan: *blushing as he hugs them* Us too.

Mammon, Asmo and Levi appear running down the corridor and embrace Mc.

Mammon: You're back!!!!

Asmo: Oh, honey, I've missed you so, so much!!!

Levi: Don't go away again for so long ever, ever!!

Mc: *about to cry without understanding why* It's your fault!!! I can't live peacefully anymore if I don't have you around!!!!

Mammon: *moved* Mc!!!!

Mc: I hate you.

Asmo: We love you too, hon!!!

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I managed to fix my phone without losing my data!! 🎉 , so for a week I have been feeling a little bit like this, missing the guys, they are really part of my daily routine together with studying, work or doing chores, even if it's just 5 minutes to do the daily tasks. Anyway, all this to say that I'm back🩷.

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[devildomangel]

MC who was sad that they didn't get to see the Solar Eclipse so Beel and Belphie decided to recreate it for them.

-MC, wearing sunglasses and sitting outside the HOL-

Lucifer: MC! What in the nine circles are you doing out here?

MC: I'm watching the eclipse.

Lucifer: We don't even have a sun in the devildom

MC: Shhh! It's starting!

Beel, Wearing a cardboard cut out of the sun: *Standing still*

Belphie: *Wearing a cardboard cut out of the moon, passes by Beel*

MC: Hell yeah

[ephie-om]

I like to think that once MC has a pact with the brothers, their eyes turn the color of their respective sin whenever MC is indulging in that sin/using their power. I love the color coding but also how many scenarios or fics crop up from it in my brain.

Imagine Mammon is worried about his cooking not being good enough for you until he sees your eyes go red as you take your first bite.

Or Lucifer sees you being insulted by a demon and hesy worried you won't stand up for yourself, so he looks for the flash of green in your eyes.

Or Belphie makes a *questionable* noise while he stretches after waking up and barely catches the glint of pink before you turn away.

Rrrgh I love it

[still-a-morosexual-help]

wait a minute

WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE

IS THAT A CROP TOP?

DID MC COVER EVERYONE ELSE FROM HEAD TO TOE AND THEN GIVE MAMMON A SLEEVELESS CROP TOP & CHOKER?????????

DOWN BAD™

MC handing everyone else their wetsuits, overalls & winter clothes: these are to make your jobs easier for both you and your charges!😊

MC handing Mammon his outfit: this is for me.

[spark-river]

MC: Why are angels dressed sluttier than Asmo?

Simeon: Wha-?

Solomon: nudity was a form of purity too and in the end it's just a body.

Asmodeus: Michael definitely was the one to tell you that. He has his tits out.

Simeon: He doesn't?!

[fleur-dans-la-nuit]

Mammon: Please, MC, after everything we’ve been through together. You can’t do this.

MC: I’m sorry Mammon...

Mammon, desperate: I’m begging you. Don’t do it.

MC: It has to be done…

Mammon, even more desperate: Please don’t do this…

MC: …

Mammon: …

MC: *Places +4* Uno.

[zephyrchama]

🎁🥔

Beelzebub and Mammon made their presence very well known when they entered the living room, with heads held high and chests puffed out proudly. They were a little sweaty and disheveled but strangely upbeat. Beelzebub was clearly concealing something behind his back. Mammon had his nose pointed so far up, it was almost a challenge to the Avatar of Pride's moniker.

You looked up from the couch and asked, "What's up, guys?" Feeling for all the world like a kindergarten teacher about to play a game with their students.

"We got you something," Beelzebub said with a pleasant smile. It was almost entirely drowned out by Mammon's loud boasting.

"You won't believe what I found. You're 'bout to be real grateful, so get our praise ready."

They plopped down into seats on either side of you, Beelzebub careful not to jostle the mystery in his hand.

It wasn't every day they made a big deal out of giving you something. Normally, they'd just do it. Your interest was piqued. "What is it?"

They smirked at each other. Both demons wanted to drag out the suspense, but were also too impatient to wait much longer. Still in their school uniforms, they probably rushed straight home as soon as they procured their present. After grinning for several prolonged seconds in self-satisfaction, Mammon snapped his fingers dramatically. "Show 'em, Beel!"

Beelzebub placed the gift in your lap as if it were made of the finest glass.

It was a potato.

"A human world potato," Beelzebub explained, as if there was any doubt.

"Ya don't see this in the Devildom everyday. We thought you'd like a human treat every once 'n a while."

It was green and wrinkly, with multiple spuds sprouting out the top. It looked like somebody had dropped it behind a shelf and found it months later through smell alone. It was impossible to discern if it had been washed recently or if, at this point, the slimy and moist texture was just this tuber's natural state of existence.

Two sets of eyes filled with anticipation were locked on to your face, scrutinizing its every move. They were waiting for their shower of praise. You forced an awkward smile and laughed with strained excitement. "A potato! Wow, thanks guys!"

"What are you gonna make with it?" Beelzebub was eager to know.

"I'm not sure." You gazed at the gift. You kind of wanted to fling it off your legs before your skin started crawling. Though, you couldn't insult the brothers after their hard work. It was time to start lying through your teeth. "I'm so touched. Really. That you went and got... this potato for me. I kind of want to keep it as a memento!"

Mammon waved his hand to dismiss your idea. "Nah, don't hold back! I paid a pretty hefty sum to get a hold a' this, y'know."

Your heartstrings twinged with guilt. To avoid stirring Beelzebub and his endless stomach, Mammon leaned over towards your ear. "Fry it, bake it, boil it. It's all yours," he whispered. "'Long as you're happy, yeah?"

You were not happy. Every day with these demons brought a fresh source of stress. At least you were never dull.

"Solomon once said that green vegetables are good for humans," Beelzebub revealed.

You twirled your head around so fast that you accidentally bumped Mammon in the nose and asked, "You actually took food advice from Solomon?"

"Only after Belphie confirmed it," he clarified. So they did do their research.

While that was usually true, this was an incredibly unfortunate exception. You could not bring yourself to consume the sad green potato. You needed a new idea.

"Can human plants be cultivated in the Devildom? I want to plant this, and then we'll have more potatoes we can all share." The wet sensation on your leg only grew more unpleasant and you wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible. "Let's go plant it out back and see."

The siblings began talking over one again again, saying, "My human's got a heart of gold" and "I'd like that" while squeezing you with bear hugs from either size. It jostled the potato and you feared it would start leaking more.

"Let's go, let's go!" you ushered, eager to give this old vegetable a proper burial. You could vaguely hear Mammon brag to his younger brother, "I told you this was a great idea, they're gonna be thankin' us for weeks," as you raced towards the doorway.

[helshollowhalls]

[chloeapplepi]

[shawtbredd]

The human's bold streak

"Ack-!"

There's a sound from your doorway, and you glance at the face painted with embarrassment through the reflection of your mirror, yours quickly taking on a similar pinkish shade.

"Mammon! Will you ever fucking knock?" You shout, turning to throw the eyeliner in your hand at the demon. It bounces off of the door as he hastily slams it shut again.

Huffing, you walk over to pick it up from the floor, returning it to your makeup bag. You wonder if he's still there, sulking behind your door, or if he only came to get you for breakfast before Beel eats everything. Standing in front of your mirror again, you slip on your trousers, but leave your shirt unbuttoned.

You trace the pact mark that spans the front of your neck, Lucifer's mark, to where it trails off between your collarbones. It glows at the touch, just faintly. Quiet mumbles come from outside your room.

"Mammon," You sigh, opening your door up again, "What is it?"

"I-," He says, before pausing at the sight of you, covering his eyes. "What the hell? Where are ya clothes?"

"I would have spent the extra minute to button my shirt, but you so obviously have something important say." You raise an eyebrow at him, hoping this might teach him a lesson.

Slowly, Mammon uncovers his face and keeps his eyes firmly on your own. You tilt your head, and he notices the mark on your neck glowing a steady hue of dark blue.

"Damn Lucifer…" He murmurs, gulping.

Then, a voice comes from further down the hallway. "What was that?"

Mammon pivots on his heel, his back to you, blocking your view of the other demon, and, subsequently, his of you.

"Hey, Lucifer! The human was just headin' down, nothin' to see here."

"…Right."

There's an uncomfortable silence, perhaps a stare off between the two brothers, but you just know Mammon is shaking in his boots.

Placing a hand on Mammon's arm, ignoring his jolt, you peek around him at Lucifer. "Right, indeed. I'm getting changed, if you'll both excuse me."

Closing the door on them both, you miss Lucifer's expression.

[the-ghost-0f-t0m0]

Mammon: Ok challenge, describe me in three words!

Levi: Annoying, idiotic, vain

Satan: About a five

MC: ....

Mammon: 😞

MC: Cuddy, clingy, perfect

Mammon: *started to tear up* thank you!

[tsukii0002]

I have the headcanon that the brothers can feel when Mc feels the sin they represent, Satan when he feels anger, Beel when he feels gluttony…, but that the other way around also happens. When one of the brothers is being “dominated” by his sin, Mc is able to feel that feeling as their own even though it is not. I mean, Mc is calmly doing their business and suddenly BUM, they feel a very marked envy out of nowhere. And it's like:

Mc: *feels a very strong envy out of nowhere*

Mc: What the hell happened to Levi now?

Mc: *quietly in their room when they starts to feel a familiar sensation* How strange…

Mc: *realizing that it's greed what they are feeling* Wait…

Mc: *getting up suddenly and running out* MaaMmoOoon!!! whatever it is don't even think about it!!!!

Mc: *studying* mmm What…

Mc: !!! *feeling a big lust* Asmo we have a final exam tomorrow!!!!

Mc: *with a classmate doing a project* … *suddenly feels a surge of anger and smashes their pen* …

Demon: Are you ok?!

Mc: I am, but the bastard who pissed off Satan won't be ha ha.

Demon: ????

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[devildomangel]

Thinking about this for a bit.

Imagine MC waking up back in the human world after they return. Their eyes are still closed and they expect someone to bust through their door but it never happens. They open their eyes and instead of seeing the familiar furniture of their room in Devildom, they are greeted by their own room.

Instead of seeing that weird ass dining table in the middle of their room, they see their desk instead. They expected to hear footsteps only to see none. They open the door and are greeted by the bland walls of their home instead of the ones in the HOL.

Everything feels familiar yet so distant. Their home wasn't a home anymore and it simply felt like a house. Where was the spark? The warmth they were so used to?

The kitchen feels empty and small. It's not as big. The fridge had very few little food.

MC would find themselves buying more groceries than intended because they were so used to getting things in bulk for Beel and his late night snacking.

The silence of their home is strange. They were so used to arguing, chaos, or even just chatter at almost all times.

MC when cooking would subconsciously try to make the things they'd cook when they're on cooking duty in the HOL. MC making a meal and still remembering each of the brothers' preference only to remember they are making a meal for themselves.

MC who once made too much food because they forgot they lived alone again.

"You've made too much again, didn't you? "

Solomon answers the phone as MC called him once again to ask if he'd like some food they made. MC solemnly answers a quiet "yes" as they look at the food. It was enough to feed Seven people and a Beel.

[catmadeofsalad]

Barbatos: MC, are you alright?

MC: *buried under a pile on many cats* I'm perfect.

Satan: *buried under many cats* As am I.

Lucifer: Oh no you're not.

Belphegor: *asleep under his pile of many cats*

MC: Leave us here to die in peace.

Barbatos: I'll inform the therapist.

[still-a-morosexual-help]

Okay hear me out:

I rarely do proper headcanons with 0 canon foundation but

HEAR ME OUT:

MC & Mammon play rock paper scissors whenever they have to take care of something they really don't wanna do but one of them really needs to do it

Lucifer's guilt complex is making him spiral and someone needs to talk him down? Rock-Paper-Scissors

Satan blew up the right side of the house and someone needs to deal with that? Rock-Paper-Scissors

Someone needs to carry a message to Mephisto from Lucifer and they both know it's going to become a back-and-forth pissing contest? Rock-Paper-Scissors

BUT MC always wins. No matter what Mammon chooses or how random he makes his choice - they always win

Mammon still hasn't realised that by making it a game of chance, a bet, a gamble he has guaranteed that MC will always win because y'know the actual fucking personification of games of chance, bets, gambling has given them his favour

MC 100% knows what's happening

[ironicallyyn]

Satan: when I die, I want to donate my whole body to science....

Satan: except for my middle finger... Give that to Lucifer!