#omswd mc

[tsukii0002]

I like to think that Barbatos doesn't sleep, sometimes he does it for pleasure, but he doesn't really need it. So he spends his nights wandering around the nooks and crannies of his room, looking at the different doors or seeing how the flow of water or a staircase has changed direction. Consequently, Barbatos does not have a bed in his room.

However, after what happened with Belphie and Mc, Mc would stop by his room constantly, to thank him (again), deliver homemade cakes or drinks, or just to see how he was doing.

At first the demon could not understand the human, weren't they afraid of that place? Weren't they uncomfortable with the certainty of the time represented in his room? Weren't they terrified of being so close… to him?

Those questions never left him, but he grew accustomed to the human's presence, he liked listening to them talk, how attentive they were to him. Sometimes he let them wander freely through the places he had so often wandered at night. And after a while he began to look forward to Mc's visits.

First he waited for the visits, then he began to crave them, later one visit was too little and he began to drag it out until Mc had to spend the night at the palace because it was too late…. But it wasn't enough, he felt he had to monopolize their ephemeral time, he needed those moments to belong to him alone.

Barbatos: Mc, are you coming today?

Mc: Barbatos! Yes, I'll bring the candy I told you last time.

Barbatos: I'm glad… By the way I have incorporated a new element in my quarters.

Mc: ????

Barbatos: A bed, thanks to you I find it more pleasant to sleep, so I thought I'd need one.

Mc: That's great!!! Hahahaha *with a mocking tone* so I can sleep in your room now?

Barbatos: *chuckles* I hadn't thought of that.

That's how the time-controlling demon did something he never imagined, incorporating a bed, even though he didn't need it, for a single human, was something strange to say the least. Although, of course, that a human would enter his most intimate domain without any fear was the strangest thing of all. And there was no greater pleasure than curling up next to Mc and sleep.

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I've been going through a lot of Barbatos stories in devilgram and in many of them Mc falls asleep in Barbatos' room, but then I look at her room and I can't help but laugh at the thought of where the bed would be, because in that space a bed doesn't even fit 😂😂😂, so I think it's funny to imagine the origin of that supposed bed in a room that looks like a mystical ruin.

Thanks for reading 🩷

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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 he's 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.

[helshollowhalls]

[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!

[chloeapplepi]

[ironicallyyn]

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

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

[tsukii0002]

Mc: Hum... Where will Beel be? I should go look for him.

The game:

I'm still laughing in the floor for this.

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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.

[fregget-frou]

TikTok fell under so I’ll be posting more here, some more OMSWD fanart

Haven’t played the game in YEARS but I still love the dynamic between MC and Solomon

[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

[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.