#once i get it back the first thing ill do is the lucifer hcs

[finnlers]

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[downinthedevildom]

Hi! I hope u are doing well, i saw u were doing match ups and i wanted to request one.

Idk whT to put uh ill explain my personality.

I have a mmbti what whatever as enfp, i am also an aries.

Im 5’4

I am shy at first but once u get to know me just am very outgoing.

I have bad handwriting and insecure alot but even then i act social and put a front up, making sue no one around me is sad. Though i tend to babble and ramble alot;

Anyway uh i like to bake and draw, i dont like to party nor stay inside slot so im in the middle when it comes to being social and not.

Even though im a scaredy cat im not afraid to stand up for others. I am an air head but love to read and learn new things. Thats all ill put lol but ye

Ty!

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Hello lovely 🍒 Nonnie <3 it's been a HOT minute since I've written any kind of match-ups so please forgive me if it's lacking. I am but a weenie wiggling my way back into the word vomiting :') (Matched by Angel💜 ) ANYWAY! ONTO THE MATCH UP!! I match you with Lucifer!

At first, he would probably not pay much attention to you, your shyness keeping you quiet and reserved. (out of sight out of mind vibes.) However, as you grow more comfortable in the House of Lamentation and grow more bubbly and open his eyes will start to drift to you more and more and over time he will find your personality endearing and infectious.

Your handwriting? not an issue, I mean... I HC that Mammon's handwriting is a garbled mess of scribbles so he would probably be used to it. Though he may tease lightly, as long as it doesn't upset you too much or even convince you to practice. though that would be more for his enjoyment. what do you mean you can't concentrate sitting on his lap? Obviously, this is the best position to be in so he could circle an arm around you, grasping your wrist to assist you in learning cursive ;)

You bake? instant up points for 1, you will be able to make delicious desserts when it's your turn to make dinner, and his baby brother Beel will be happy. (yes, he will also demand to try your bakes before anyone else. he has to make sure they are suitable after all.) and 2, being in the kitchen with you, you baking and him sitting at the kitchen aisle while he drinks his coffee watching you go about your work, well I believe he would find those domestic moments to be a perfect recharge for him. Finally allowing him a moment of respite and a few perfect moments to recharge.

Your middle ground of sociability would be a good thing for Mr Morningstar. We all know this man has to be social when needed or when accompanying Dai to functions or whatnot, but he also thrives in his alone time. Thus you will always be the perfect plus 1 for him, matching his middle-ground energy and he would have to worry too much about you getting out of hand at parties. When you both feel a bit too socially drained? time to make a little escape together and recharge without anybody questioning it.

Finally, your bravery would be a huge point of pride to him. Sure you may be scared easily but you do not let that fear control you when you need to protect what you love. Standing up in the face of danger regardless of how terrified you are? well, that's true bravery and you should be proud of yourself. He probably would tell you so at some point. after a particularly scary moment, he will let you know how much he respects you and how you should be proud of yourself. Fear does not control you, you control your fear.

Honorable Mention - Satan!

Again your half-and-half social standing gives cat vibes. we all know Satan is a cat in demon form at this point. one moment getting all the attention and the next he vibes in his room to read and chill out. you could both spend hours just relaxing quietly together in his room, spending time together reading without saying a word to each other. but those moments are so important to him because you are there. But then again, when he gets invited to any restaurant opening, concert, sports game, or anything else from his mass of contacts? well, you will be right there with him. perfect spontaneous date nights are inbound! :3

[weebswrites]

I just found your blog and I am inlove. <3 If you have anons, could I be 🐅? Anywho, I have a question/request. How do you think the brothers would react to a physically weak MC who wants to see the devildom but can't keep up with them? I am personally asthmatic and 5ft so I 100% positive I cant keep up with them even on a casual stroll let alone explore the interesting world that is the devildom.

The Demon Bros Escorting MC but They Can't Keep Up

A/N: I do have anons! Welcome to the family 🐅, happy to have you :) I'm so glad you enjoy my blog and hope you like the hc <3 (also woah I had no idea you could change the font color of a request wowow that's so fun)

Lucifer, Satan, and Mammon at first would be like ,,, ok but just keep up? You'd look at them, literally struggling to stay standing, and just •_• -_- •_•. Love them to death but they would need a detailed explanation on asthma / how you needed to take things a bit slower. Once you explained it they'd understand and do everything they could to make sure you were comfortable

Lucifer would hold your hand the whole time, feeling for a gentle squeeze from you, the signal you agreed on for telling him you needed to rest in case you couldn't verbally. You'd take a slow walk through the town, stretching your vacation together over multiple days. What was the rush, as long as you were together, nothing else really mattered

Satan would get a bike with an elongated seat so he could bike you around the Devildom. You'd sit behind him and hold onto his chest, hands gripping the loose fabric of his shirt as the wind gently blew your hair behind you

Mammon would ask Lucifer for money to rent you guys a car to see the sites of the Devildom. Asmodeus overheard this and struck a plan with Lucifer >:) A car? No no no. Asmo suggested a horse-drawn carriage, but Lucifer (thankfully) got him to compromise on a bike-drawn seat. You and Mammon were both surprised when you opened the doors of the House of Lamentation and saw it parked out front, but Mammon wasted no time taking credit for the idea. He biked you around all day :)

Leviathan probably has asthma too, or did at one point. His isn't as bad as yours though, as most demon illnesses can be cured when human variants cannot. He makes sure you have a ride to and from the location you're going to walk around, and may or may not pay to have benches installed around the entire Devildom that week. Just in case

Belphegor doesn't have asthma, but he understands what you're going through better than you anticipated him to. The two of you plan your dates together once he becomes aware, and you have really open communication about it. He checks almost an obsessive amount that you're doing okay, and when you reassure him for the eighty-seventh time that you are (you started counting), he finally believes you

Asmodeus bedazzled your inhaler. Haha just kidding. Unless...

Okay he definitely did though. Some days you wake up and love it, almost hoping to use it in class so you can brag that your boyfriend / best friend decorated it. On days you aren't feeling as confident with your asthma, you have a spare. Your trusty light blue inhaler back from when you were first diagnosed. You don't think Asmo knows about it, but he does, and he always makes sure it's properly refilled to avoid expiring

Beelzebub would keep a backup inhaler on him at all times, just in case. Even when you weren't with him. Other than that he was incredibly understanding and made you feel as comfortable as he could when the two of you were taking on the town. You usually just walked to dinner, so it was alright, but when you'd walk around the park or if a fair was in town he made sure to always know where the nearest place to sit down and refreshments stand was with fresh water

[rads-gossip]

Can I request an angsty headcanon where MC avoids the brothers because she has unrequited love towards them?? I'd love it had a fluff ending, I'm just craving some hurt/comfort

A/n: Sorry it took me so long to answer, and I hope this is what you imagined! If not, feel free to tell me and I'll do another :)

HC: MC doesn't love the brothers back

Asmo

• He noticed something was off about you but didn't know what it was. What got him really concerned was when you avoided him, skipped your spa days and didn't go on shopping tours anymore

• When you talked about it at that night, sitting on his bed, it all made sense

• Admittedly, his heart was a bit broken at hearing you didn't love him back, it was the first time he wasn't desired

• He couldn't suppress a few tears that rolled down his cheeks but tried to gain his composure back

• He will look you in the eyes as soon as he feels you wipe a few stray tears away, Asmo is a heartbreaking sight honestly.

• He will still insist on doing all those things with you, even though it will be hard for him at first. But in the end he wants what is best for you, even if that isn't him for once...

Beel

• Beel noticed something was different when you skipped your meal and didn't join him for dinner anymore

• He was worried for you were ill but what he found out then... it broke his heart, not going to lie

• But he wants you to be happy and if he is not your happiness, then so be it

• He will try to stay cool about it but you'll see it in his face and he will go to his room or train to clean his mind

• Still, he would offer you the last piece of food because he will never stop loving you

• He is happy to agree on still doing things together and being best friends

Belphie

• You don't want to take a nap with him anymore and seem a bit cold towards him, so he simply asks you what he did

• Belphie will most likely feel nothing at all or everything at once

• He will feel as if his heart has been torn out and stepped on but he'll never show that infront of you

• Will try to sleep his worries away but gets angry that it doesn't work as it usually did

• He will also probably keep staying in the attic for days because he wants to avoid seeing you and getting hurt again

• Give him a new, fluffy pillow and he might change his mind. At some point he'll also begin to invite you to take a nap with you again

• Even though he still wishes you were his...

Levi

• You refuse to play games with him or watch a movie and that's what seemed strange to him. Stuttering he will ask you what is wrong

• He is the most hurt by you not liking him back, let's be honest

• He will not be able to suppress the tears and will whine about how naturally you couldn't love an otaku like him

• Levi will be gaming even more than usual and at night you could probably see him crying into his Ruri-chan pillow

• He will most likely not talk to you for a few days, not because he is angry, but because he is so hurt and would begin to cry on the spot

• Eventually, if you gift him a new game or some merchandise of TSL, he will become more confident again and at some point you'll be good friends again

• Spending nights together binge watching series or playing video games

Lucifer

• He barely sees you during the day and you hurry away every time he gets even remotely close to you, that was when he asked you why you behaved like this.

• It is a blow to his pride, though he will not let you see that

• He will put on a stoic expression and get lost in his work again, even more than normal

• His walls will be built up again, as a mechanism to protect himself once more and he might seem a tad bit cold to you

• On the inside he is having a breakdown and actually makes mistakes in the papers he is working on

• Be patient and kind to him, make him a cup of coffee, bring him some biscuits and soon he will stop being cold

• Conversations at midnight in his office or on a balcony beneath the stars will start again and he soon will have accepted not being your chosen one

Mammon

• You won't join him doing pranks or just causing trouble with him, but then he found out the cause...

• He will most likely have the hardest time dealing with this, how could you not love THE Mammon back? And not want to spend time with him?

• He will have a breakdown infront of you and his brothers should they be there in that moment

• Mammon Will whine all the time about why you don't love him and how you're missing out

• After a lecture of Lucifer he will stop that, though

• Instead he will be gambling a lot and waste his time this way, trying to not think about you. You're the only thing on his mind though, let's be real

• Just give him space and he will come back to you on his own

• He will have accepted his fate but still insists on spending time with you, no matter what

Satan

• You don't chill in the library with him anymore and decline his offers to read something to you. He too asks for the cause of your strange behaviour...

• He is hurt because honestly, he didn't see this coming but he hides it well

• He seems calm and fine with it but he is hurt and anger at himself bubbles within him

• Now he is the one to avoid you because he doesn't want to accidentally lash out at you

• Though at some point, when he has calmed down, he will come to you and apologise for avoiding you and will explain his feelings to you

• After that you two keep reading books together and spending nights in the library as before, now as friends

[demonicheadcanons]

can you do a HC of 18th century Obey Me brothers?? I'm super into historical drama at the moment and would love to see classical Obey Me AU

AN: Thanks for sending this in!! I’m not very good with history, so please forgive any mistakes as I have pretty much just skimmed a few different websites trying to find whatever info I could pick up ;u; This isn’t a traditional headcanon set, but rather an overall ‘18th century Devildom’ headcanon. I hope that’s alright!!

It is occurring to me as I write that this probably isn’t what you want at all because this ask says ‘historical drama’. Sorry ;u; I kind of just ran with whatever came to my head.

I make some references to things that happen later on in the game, around Lesson 15/16. I don’t mention anything outright, but there are definitely hints at some spoilers, so please don’t read this if you haven’t gotten that far ^^

Obey Me - 18th Century AU

The brothers are less put-together than they are in the actual game, with a few hundred years less development under their belt. It shouldn’t make much of a difference as they’re all at least a few thousand years old, but because of some issues between the brothers that have been dragged into the Human Realm, the Devildom is a disaster.

Issues like... Satan and Beelzebub have been having an ongoing argument, contributing to the many wars and famines across the globe. In his free time, Satan has been travelling to the human realm and assisting global leaders from the sidelines, to relieve stress and to cause chaos for his own amusement. Beelzebub’s anger causes food to spoil easily in the Human Realm. Belphegor watches it all from the sidelines, enjoying watching the Human Realm crumble under the demons’ grasps. He doesn’t like seeing Beel upset, and encourages him to take it out on the humans. Beel himself is reluctant to do so, and most of the damage he does is accidental. He feels guilty for it, but is confused because it seems to make Belphie a lot happier than he has been.

Diavolo decides to put a stop to it, and settles on an exchange program of sorts. He puts it into action immediately, banning the brothers from travelling to the human realm and pulling a few humans into the Devildom. The first exchange goes... poorly. There isn’t any way for the news to really spread in the Human Realm, so the disappearance of a few humans is easily covered up. The next time, the MC is pulled into the Devildom and put into the care of Mammon, who is less hostile than his other brothers.

Mammon believes he can personally benefit from a stronger bond between humans and demons - he’s already in contact with witches, and it would help him gain their trust. At the same time, he’s also willing to follow Lucifer’s lead irregardless of how reluctant he may seem. Because of this, he puts effort into actually protecting his human this time; last time, things hadn’t gone well, and he really hadn’t enjoyed the cleanup. He hadn’t been attached to the humans then, and now that he feels a pull to the MC he’s going to be by their side constantly so they don’t meet the same fate.

Asmo loves the clothing, and is one of the first to bond with the MC. The secrecy of it all! What do you really look like? Why do you insist on covering up so much? He treats the MC like a forbidden treat, but genuinely loves the outfits they wear and, with a few adaptations, starts trying to get similar clothing trending in the Devildom, with some genuine success. His forward and suggestive nature is somewhere between disturbing and almost refreshing - its nice to be around someone so open once you get used to it.

Levi is the same as ever, but without all of his technology. The Devildom is still more advanced than the Human Realm, but I can see him with a typewriter writing out poetry and such. Perhaps he and Satan are closer during this time, Levi not being quite so much of a shut-in, and the two read and write together at times. Levi also helps contribute when Satan travels to the human realm to cause chaos - he doesn’t really care all that much, but its fun to lead any navy, even if its a pathetic human navy, and it helps him to de-stress and gives him some inspiration for his writing.

This changes when the MC arrives. He meets them on that first day when Mammon runs away, and they still go through with the pact plan. He’s a little less awkward, but still talks down to the human until they break their seemingly quiet and controlled nature and snap at him. It creates an interest for him, because he’s never seen humans up so close when he’s not fighting them, and he’d only paid attention to the fictional humans in his books. He ends up watching the MC and spending time with them when Mammon isn’t, one of the more controlled brothers who doesn’t really feel like hurting them because there isn’t some big game to play on a watery battlefield.

Lucifer is... busy. RAD isn’t what it is yet in the game - its tough trying to wrangle the demons in and to get them to adapt and better themselves. He’s determined to help Lord Diavolo however he can, but between getting everything set up and dealing with his brothers’ outbursts, he’s rarely able to see the MC.

When he does, he’s a bit of a mess, jumping between being proud and acting like a nobleman, to teasing them because before they’ve adapted to Asmo’s nature, their reactions to everything are entertaining. He’ll flirt and be downright inappropriate at times to get a reaction out of them, using it to help him stay calm amidst all the chaos. Because he usually ends up feeling calm or excited around them, he takes a liking to them quickly enough and ends up quite defensive.

He has quieter moments with them, too, if they know how to play the pianoforte. He invites them to play duets together, and likes to listen to them sing or work their way through the sheet music he has laying about. One day they quietly make their way through an old, old song he last heard hundreds of years ago, and he stands silently in the doorway before walking off to spend some time with his brothers, the memories of easier times fresh in his head.

Satan is also a mess but for different reasons. He’s suddenly lost his main output, and now there’s a human here that he’s not supposed to mess with? He might be a little manipulative at first, but one day he walks into the library and the MC is curled up reading one of the many books, or has discovered some of his writings and is smiling to themself as they read it before carefully and gently setting it back where it was. He changes after that, becomes quieter and tends to watch them a lot when the two are in the same room together. Were all humans like this when they weren’t fighting with each other? When they didn’t immediately rise to his words? It’s not that he feels guilty for the things he’s done, because he doesn’t feel he has done much other than offer advice to people already wanting to fight and conquer. But a soft spot develops for the quieter moments in human lives, where they create - through embroidery, drawing, painting, singing, etc. He finds a new output through them.

Beel tends to avoid the human, not wanting them to realise that he’s potentially been a catalyst for some of their struggles in the Human Realm. However, he begins to feel left out as his brothers are all one-by-one getting attached and spending more and more time with the human. They remind him of something, some old memories he’d long since pushed down, and now he isn’t sure whether he wants to remember or forget about them. They become easier, softer, to hold onto with this human around, and so he stays by their side whenever he can. They seem almost enchanted by him too, Beel being different from how most humans present themselves at the time. A common curiosity is what holds the two together, really.

Belphegor stays the same as he is in game. When the two eventually do bond, its because of Beel, and because all of his brothers are already so attached to the MC. He wanders around silently for the first few days he’s able to, watching them read with Satan or sneak into Levi’s room to write letters together, listening to them laugh with Mammon and Beel, and play piano with Lucifer - it’d been so long since he’d heard that song, since he’d heard Lucifer sing like that. Its hard not to get attached, and he realises that there’s no ill will in their heart at all despite everything the demons had done. One day he’s in the planetarium, laying on the floor with his eyes closed, taking a break from watching the stars. The MC walks in and freezes when they see him there, and they lay a blanket over him before leaving, and it settles everything into place for him. He could trust them.

Diavolo throws a lot of balls / parties for everyone to get acquainted, and because he heard it was common in the Human Realm. He has the MC and other humans help to teach the brothers some dances, and in return the brothers and himself teach them dances common in the Devildom. This sparks a jealousy between the brothers, who have all in one way or another, started to become attached to the MC. It becomes a silent battle of who can ask them to dance first, who gets to spend the most time with them, and so on.

Diavolo himself joins in if only to see the brothers reactions, and to see how well his plans have all worked out. The human seems content, seems to feel safe, and they smile calmly up at him and he feels guilty because he himself has accidentally caused harm to their kind before. How can they look up at him as if they’re safe in his arms, how can they laugh as the two dance together, practicing and developing a new dance that combines human and demon tradition together to form something new, to begin a new era? He relaxes over time, especially with Barbatos’ guidance and input. The plans are working and the MC is happy, and he feels like both are equal accomplishments.

Barbatos himself is happy to watch it all from the sidelines. He trusts that Diavolo will lead things where they need to go, and if anything happens, he knows he himself is capable of taking care of it. He finds himself curious about the human, who has settled into a life so different from what it had been. He doesn’t get too involved, but regularly brings them treats and, if he passes them at RAD, asks about how they’re doing. He mainly keeps Diavolo updated on anything he notices.

The angels aren’t brought into the picture yet, but a second exchange program is held shortly after that involves the Celestial Realm as well, and both Simeon and Luke quickly grow attached to the MC. They’ve helped so much with settling the Devildom and helping peace grow between the realms. Luke clings to them and asks about how they can cope around so many demons, and enjoys participating when they bake or draw or paint. Simeon’s interest is quieter, and he mostly enjoys watching how they interact with Lucifer, and seeing what traditions they have kept from the human world. Like Satan and Levi, he finds them to be an inspiration, and asks if he can write a story based on them.

[yes-another-obey-me-blog]

I did a thing

So you all know when I made that hcs list about omega Mc dealing with the bros fighting.  well I sorta made a fic out of it, I thought you guys would’t like it cause it was like the Solomon fic.  But now its just sitting here and now I’m like fuck it Imma post it so here ya go!

TW for this post! Abuse(mentioned), Panic attack, Bros fighting and it gets violent. 

GN Omega Mc dealing with fighting bros, Mc x Diavolo if you squint once again Mc has no contracts at this time, Belphie is in the attic.

It was the same issue different family, the clashing voices, the throwing of books, glass shattering, and the smell of pissed off alpha.  It wasn’t the first time you’ve seen alphas fight for dominance but, it was the first time you’ve seen demonic alphas go at it. “U-um g-guys the meeting going to start soon so maybe we should all just take a breath and-”

“You stay out of this omega!” Mammon screeched glaring at you then snapping his eyes back to Lucifer.  "I’m sick and tired of being treated as a second rate alpha, I’m done being called scum, and I’m done with your sadistic punishments!“  Lucifer, regal as ever just brushed his brother off and continued to take the files out for the meeting.

“Quit your whining Mammon, I don’t have the time nor the energy for it.”  Lucifer looked your way and rolled his eyes, he’s yet to accept you in his pack.  he could care less about how you feel but, he should try to keep you calm a panicking omega would be another headache.  "and control your self you’re scaring the omega, you scare them and it will cause trouble for Diavolo.“

"Why is Diavolo all you care about!”  Mammon roared pulling his arm back.  You moved before you could think, one second your a safe distance back and the next your gabbing Mammon’s arm to stop his punch.  The smell of nickel and copper with an iron tang hit your nose.  You’ve never smelled Mammon pissed but you assume this is his scent.  The room seemed to stop Mammon staring at you with rage that could rival Satan.  "Omega. let. GO.“  You shook your head and held his arm tighter.  Mammon shifted to demon form.

"Mammon let the omega go,”  Lucifer spoke with a deadly calm tone his wing spread in a show of dominance.  Mammon met his display with his own.  Lucifer shook his head at his little brother, his favorite brother, the little brother that would look up to him with eyes full of love and adoration now glare at him in hatred and anger.  "Mammon, Don’t make me put you in your place once again, especially in front of an omega.“

"Get the hell offa me!”  Mammon shook his arm violently managing to shake you off.  You back cracked when you hit the ground but you’ve felt worse pain, you jumped back up and got in-between the two alphas.  letting out your calming scent to try to get them to calm down, normally this would work in a pack.  But, you’re not apart of their pack, you’re an outsider putting your nose where it doesn’t belong and now you’re on thin ice.  

“Please try to clam down both of you, there is no need for this if we just talk it through I’m sure we can figure this out without violence.”  You smiled softly at Mammon, the demonic alpha you currently stood in front of.  He slowly approached you and you thought he was going to hug you or state you were right but, as he got closer you saw his eyes weren’t looking at you.  He was looking above you with fists clenched, teeth bared, and wings fully strained.  You made a big mistake, never turn your back on a raging alpha, your back was to Lucifer.  A deep growl sounded behind you and you slowly turned and were greeted to an enraged Lucifer.  It happend so fast.

A tail wrapped around your waist and yanked you out from between the two alphas seconds before the sound of bones snapping and roaring reached you.  "Mc, you normie are you crazy!“  Levi screamed over the fight.  "You’re the only omega I’ve seen that gets in-between shit like this!”  There was a loud crash and you both turned to see Mammon get slammed through the long meeting table.  

You clung to Levi and whimpered, “Can you stop them?”  He turned to you with a look of terror on his face.  You wanted him to get in-between two of the strongest Alphas in Devildom?  Mammon shook off the debris from the table he looked up growled at Lucifer then launched back up in the air.   Levi gulped, yeah like that’s going to happen.

“Do I look like Beel?!  I can’t stop them!”  He flinched when he heard you whimper a high pitched one and his widened.  "Mc, don’t screech!“  his hands covered your mouth, "That could make things even worse!”  He looked at your teary eyes and caved.  "Fine, I’ll see what I can do.“  With that Levi entered the ring, screaming about how their both being stupid Normies.  Beel was the next one to come in, as soon as he saw the fight he shifted and was air born trying to get in-between Lucifer and Mammon and physically separate them.  If Beel could have smelled you over the scent of sweat and alpha pheromone you would have been his top priority.  Satan came in next and was using his tail to grab at Lucifer and drag him down so Beel just had to subdue Mammon.  You had no clue when Asmo came in but he was on the phone with someone trying to get help you assume.

This was all your fault, you should have just left and gotten help when you saw the oldest brothers so tense with each other.  The voices of your family filled your head, screaming about you being a screw-up, about you being the reason they fought, why couldn’t you be better.  Your chest felt tight, the air was too thin, smells were too much the breaking of glass, shattering wood, and the sound of screaming or was is screeching?  Wait that wasn’t the brothers was that you?  Was this unholy mixture of a whimper, scream, and yep coming from you?  When you finally took a breath you noticed all the brothers had stopped moving.  Breathing hard your eyes dashed around the room looking for a way out, looking for some kind of safety.  Mammon took a small step in your direction but stopped taking a deep breath through his nose and he looked ill.  You reeked of rotten fruit and of blood, not a pleasant mixture but a very strong scent.

Thundering footsteps got everyone’s attention you whimpered and scooted back into a corner.  You always felt safe in corners, people could only come at your front, no one could attack you from behind or your sides.  You curled up tightly in a ball and hid your head in your arms protecting your neck for good measure.  The double doors swung open and the scent of an apex alpha filled the room.  

"Does someone what to tell me what’s going on?”  Diavolo’s voice boomed causing you to whimper and make yourself even smaller.  His eyes shot to you and he clenched his jaw, heading your way.  Tears filled your eyes as you tried to disappear in the corner but you couldn’t escape the absolute mountain of an alpha approaching you.

“I’m-I’m sorry, so-so sorry al-alpha.”  Your instincts were at war with each other, one side was trying to run and the other wanted to offer yourself to quell his anger.  But he just kept getting closer and closer to you so you submitted.  You forced your head as far back as you could, barring your neck as much as possible, and closed your eyes to avoid meeting his.  When Diavolo reached you he knelt down in front of you and spoke in hushed tones.

“Omega, it’s okay,”  He opened his arms.  "I’m here now, nothing can hurt you now.“  You whimpered and cracked an eye open, straining to see the alpha.  "It must hurt bearing your neck like that and, I know you can’t see me that well like that.”  Slowly you uncurled from your ball and looked down, still uneasy about meeting his eyes.  "I know you’re scared but, omega, you need to look at me and talk to me.“  He scooted closer to you.  "I need to make sure you’re not hurt.”  An alpha who wanted to make sure you’re not hurt?  That’s a first for you.  You looked up at the alpha kneeling in front of you causing him to hum happily.  "There we go, you’re so brave omega.“  He radiated safety, you wanted to feel safe but, you didn’t want to cross any lines.  One glance from Lucifer had you scuttling into his lap, fuck not crossing lines, you wanted comfort and you wanted it now.  His body stiffened for a second but his arms quickly wrapped around you.  You finally felt safe again in his embrace, his scent masked the other scents in the room making it feel like all the other demons weren’t in the room.  Your breathing started to even out and your scent started to return to normal, you were starting to relax.  A sudden cough interrupted you both, with a snarl Diavolo turned to growl but held it back when he saw it was just Solomon.

"Am I interrupting something?”  Solomon asked with a raised brow.  With a huff, Diavolo stood up, placing you in one arm, and walked towards Solomon.  Both apex alphas had a stare down neither one wanted to look away first but, one look at you in Diavolo’s arms had Solomon looking down first.

“No, you’re not interrupting a thing.”  Diavolo nodded at Solomon’s submission and carefully untangled your arms from him.  He smiled when you whimpered and held on tighter and buried your face in his neck.  "Mc, you need to go with Solomon what I’m about to do you can’t witness,“  he mumbled in your ear.  "But when I’m done I’ll come to see you alright?”  You nodded and let go of him.  "Good Omega.“  He placed you down and you walked to Solomon and, he welcomed you with open arms literally. "Solomon, take Mc to purgatory dorm.  They’ll be staying with you until further notice.”  With a nod, Solomon started to walk you out when the doors slammed shut and the lock clicked you both heard a beastly growl.

“Mc, hold on to me.”  You held on to him as he chanted something in Latin and a portal opened up he quickly dragged you through it when you both heard the yelling started.  The portal opened up in his room and he set you down on the bed.  "Feel free to make a nest if you need it if you need more blankets or pillows let me know okay?“  Solomon really wished he wasn’t on scent blockers at this moment he wanted you to curl up in his scent just like you did with Diavolo.  Solomon bit back a growl at the thought of him, turning around to hide his snarl.  Diavolo forced Solomon to show submission and for the first time, Solomon was pissed about it.  He’s an Apex just like Diavolo.  "Mc did you hear me?… Mc?”  Solomon turned to you and smiled, you were passed out clinging to his pillow.  Solomon walked over and sat down next to you running his hand through his hair.  "If that demon thinks I’m giving up on you, he’s got another thing coming.“  Solomon rubbed at his neck forcing the scent blocker off while forcing more of his scent out.  He placed his hand, that was drenched in his scent, on your scent gland.  He wasn’t trying to erase Diavolo’s scent, in fact, he was letting him know that he wasn’t the only alpha after your hand.  "Game on Diavolo, Game on.”  

[yejiroh]

Hello! I love your Wake Up and See Me story! (not so secret slut for angst and character death) I'd like to request very angsty HCs for Obey me! charas x fem!reader who is still grieving for her family singing her mother's lullaby while spacing out somewhere public. The lullaby in question being Lullaby of Woe by Ashley Serena, The Hanging Tree from Hunger Games series or Come Little Children by Erutan. Wanna see their reactions so bad!!!

I- I really need to update that series. Thank you so much for the support of it anon!

And thank you for the request darling! I’m sorry it took so long, but the lullaby’s were beautiful! So yes, I decided to listen to them all and match them with who I think it’d get the best reaction from! I made a little scene as well before the reactions, so it may or may not be a bit of a long read.

Lullaby Reaction! Obey Me BROTHERS x Fem!MC (ANGST)

Couldn't add the Keep Reading link because Tumblr is a beeotch. Sorry not sorry to everyone because this is LONG!

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TRIGGER WARNING: death, loss of parents, toxicity, mentions of cannibalism, more death, child abuse, traumatic stress, mentions of suicide, nightmare factors, unintentional murder, loss of siblings, and as the anon requested, A SHIT TON OF ANGST!

Side note: I really really liked Lullaby of Woe...may consider making a series based on the lyrics. Who knows?

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This one is kind of long because I did get carried away, but I do hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

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Lucifer, Mammon and Beezlebub: Come Little Children

As the cool Autumn breeze hit her face, MC took a sip from the hot cup between her clothed hands. Today would mark the 15th year since the orphanage- her orphanage, had burned down. All 23 children and her parents except she had burned to an ash- less than that truly. She, with her ill body and frail stature, she, with her poor value and level of importance, she, the one who had been trapped in the building longest of all.

Every time she had walked into the toy store around the corner, MC felt pulled towards the puzzle sets. Specifically, the 24 piece sets. MC was the 24th child. But she was also the first. Every day, she’d buy a set, just to lay it on their graves, sorry that she had been left behind. 

“Come little children, I’ll take thee away, into a land of enchantment…oh momma, I’m so sorry I let you all down...I’m sorry I played with the fire, I’m sorry.” A tear had poured down, slid to her dry lips as she desperately held them back.

“I’m sorry momma...papa...I’m sorry I didn’t listen...I’m sorry I killed you all…”

And, as she walked away from the tombstones, a heart that was not hers broke.

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LUCIFER:

1.Never before had Lucifer been so...disturbed.

2.The song was stunning, and that was true….but somehow he could relate

3.He would definitely stay on the down low for a while, his pride showing when he has to come up with lies as to why he wasn’t talking to you

4.Okay, flashbacks for weeks. He was genuinely affected by the song.

5.In the end, he needs more comfort than you once he finally kicks pride out the window and sheds tears in front of you.

6.“I’m sorry, MC…”

MAMMON:

1.Okay...he wasn’t the best at spying on you-but he was worried! Your behavior was odd since last Sunday...actually, every Sunday.

2.He ran out to you, crying hard as he tackled you, saying how sorry he was for digging into your personal life. 

3.The demon was holding fistfulls of little puzzle pieces, candy, and notes, claiming they were from the souls of the children, who wished you the best in life and to move on.

4.He, the avatar of greed, had done something of huge charitable value for these children as he held you close

5.Yes, he got flashbacks….but decided not to dwell on them, more so trying to comfort you.

6.“Stupid human...you can come to me always, ya know that?”

BEEZLEBUB:

1.Beezlebub doesn’t always show his feelings, sure. But he does, forever and always, come for those he cares about. 

2.It’s like a magnetic pull as you cry. He’s there, wiping the large tear threatening to spill with his thumb, licking it off before wiping his hand off. 

3.A kind smile with eyes pain ridden as his big hands engulf your own, for he too, had a tragic past and lost someone he considered blood.

4.“It’s okay, MC. They’re right here, and always will be. Please don’t cry.” He says as he points to your heart, right by your breast, but with no sexual intent. Only comfort. 

5.“Come on, big girl, don’t cry, I’m here.” He says, holding you close and running his fingers through your hair with the gentlest of touches.

6. No one can harm you in your vulnerable state as the Avatar of Gluttony protects you.

Satan and Asmodeus: The Hanging Tree

It was in class- herbology. The lesson was on wisteria trees when MC bordly began to hum a tune.

“Are you, are you, coming to the tree? They strung up a man, they say who murdered three. Strange things did happen here no stranger would it be, if we met at midnight, in the hanging tree.” 

“Miss L/n quiet down! I’m trying to teach!” The professor had called out, but MC was lost as tears began to bubble up. She continued her little song quietly as her desk mates huffed in annoyance. She’d done this every day of the week, only to end up crying. Nobody knew what was wrong with her, nor did they get a word out of her. Not until Amso took MC and Satan out for a spa treatment.

Filing her nails, Asmo blew off the dust, his brows furrowed.

“Say, MC?”

“Yeah?”

“Why is it you sing that depressing song every time someone brings up wisteria trees?”

Now Satan looked up, lifting a cucumber off his eye, his curiosity sparked. MC looked away, pulling her hand away from Asmo’s as she pulled her knees to her chest, a deep sigh escaping her lips. Asmo quickly waved his hands in front of him.

“Oh, sorry, sorry MC! I didn’t know it was a touchy subject-”

Satan interrupted. “Care to share?”

“Satan!”

“No, no, Asmo- it’s okay. It’s...it’s just not something I really talk about.” MC said, finishing off with a whisper. 

The two leaned in, eyes big and expectant when MC looked to them.

“You know, my father passed away when I was really young. It was a selfish reason, really- to put it into his own words, it was, “To escape the responsibility of life.” , but that wasn’t the case.” MC  raised her pant leg, revealing all the burn marks and scars covering the skin. 

“It was really to escape the guilt of hurting me.”

The brothers went quiet for a moment before Satan put a hand up.

“So what does that have to do with that song you were singing?”

MC smiled bitterly. “Because he was the man in The Hanging Tree my mother always sang to me.”

“So what happened to your mother?”

“She too, joined him in death…and left me alone.”

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SATAN: 

1.He was at a loss for words, to say the least.

2.Never, in the demon’s countless millennia had he come across such a pitiful soul

3.Taking a bite of the cucumber before tossing it aside, he took the other off, tracing his fingers across the burns that resembled his rage: Ugly, loved, and traumatizing

4.As the room was quiet, he just felt intrigued to know more, had to know more. 

5.“You’re very strong, MC.”

6.The Hanging Tree did not leave his mind for quite some time as he tried to figure out the mystery MC had unknowingly left implanted in his brain.

ASMODEUS:

1.He has never ruined his makeup by crying in front of somewhere. Never ever.

2.But he sure as hell came close to it. 

3.Asmo had nothing to say but grab MC’s hands and kiss them softly over and over again before continuing the manicure he had initially started.

4.A mental note to take MC’s mind off other things so as not to give her wrinkles from stress or depression. 

Leviathan and Belphegor: Lullaby of Woe

She never had a peaceful night's rest. The dreams always came back to haunt her.Each night, she’d live through it, again, and again, and again. Oh, how the false man in white would come to her, a mischievous grin on his handsome face before cutting into her mind, showing her the deaths at her fault. Her mother, kind and beautiful, always coming in to protect her, reassure her that it wasn’t real, that she was seeing things. 

“Momma, please! I’m scared! I don’t wanna see him again momma!” A little girl wailed, holding onto her mother’s waist, legs wrapped around in a firm hold, hands bundled in her clothes.

“My darling, please just sleep~ I’ll always be here love. Always.”

And always she was, for her remains laid in that rotting home to this day, not yet known. Still, no one would believe the late Mrs. L/n’s daughter.

MC shuffled more in her sleep before finally waking up, eyes puffy from the unconscious crying. Slowly she got up, getting ready for the school day as she washed her face, prepared, and left the room. 

“Good morning.” Each of the brothers would greet her, to which she’d return a small nod. There was nothing to talk about. Not when these nightmares haunted her so.

A little girl sat by her mother’s corpse, a man beside her.

Drink, child. Feast in the blood of a sinner.

“...But….but mother wasn’t a sinner…”

“Ignorant child. You are but a bastard, for she was never married. Drink and cleanse yourself of the blood of a sinner. Repent and be saved.”

Truly, the false man in white was but a liar, wanting nothing more than a child’s innocence and fortune as he toyed with her. 

Lost in her own fantasies, she began to sing, the tall Jubokko tree towering beneath her with the damned’s skulls by her feat. 

“For the witcher, heartless, cold...Paid in coin of gold, He comes he’ll go leave naught behind, but heartache and woe…”

“Deep, deep woe, for the witcher, heartless, cold, Paid in coin of gold, he comes…”

MC’s voice broke into it, pathetic cracks of the voice clear but quiet as she stopped.

A small applause was heard behind her; Belphie and Levi had seen and listened patiently, attentive and concerned.

The Avatar of Sloth put his arms down, kicking a skull as he sat down.

“That was a beautiful song, MC. What has made you so upset?”

Levi too, had sat down, his eyes no longer focused on the forgotten D.D.D.

MC just smiled sheepishly, sitting down with the boys as she tucked back a loose strand away. 

“It was nothing important. A story for another time.”

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BELPHEGOR:

1.Girl, honey, darling. You're lying. It’s okay! You can trust him!

2.If MC doesn’t end up telling him, then he can just slip into the dreams (I think?)

3.Honestly worried for you. He’s the Avatar of Sleep- he KNOWS you’ve been disturbed lately, and more so than others.

4.Can you imagine the pure look of hatred once he finds out about this man?

5.And ew, you drank your mother’s blood? 

6.But that’s cannibalism, which is a major sin so…

7.I guess you really can stay with him forever!

8.Honestly, he’s like a flame; burns as long as there’s fuel, then will move on to another topic.

LEVIATHAN:

1.So yeah. He didn’t really say anything.

2.But he was listening. 

3.Didn’t make an anime reference once because nothing he’s ever knew of had been that horrifying. 

4. Didn’t wanna make you feel shy about it, but kind of hints about it later on. 

5.No, he doesn’t care about the man, because as you sat down on the skull ridden dirt, you just seemed so...peaceful

[wrathandgreed]

Hi! Hope you're having a good day.

For your ask game may I ask 🎨& ⚡?

Okay, so Tumblr ate my first response when I was alt-tabbing between this and Docs. Thanks, Tumblr! But thank you for the prompt, @evierena !

🎨 - Show us a WIP

From “Horn Maintenance” (short fic, fluff, Asmo x reader)

“Hey!” You boop him on the nose with the flat end of the file. “Let me work here.”

A great sigh. “But darling, you’re right here in front of me, and you’re cute enough to nibble on!”

You almost give in. But you want to see if you can bring Other Asmo back. So you settle yourself down in his lap and give him a kiss - not one of passion, but one of gentleness. Then you kiss the tip of his nose and smile right into his eyes. “Azzy, just let me just be affectionate for awhile. Let me take care of you a little.”

“Affec -“ For the briefest of moments, Asmo looks confused and it makes you really sad. You wonder if anyone’s ever asked to ‘take care of him’ without it being a sexual reference. You give him another kiss simply because you can’t stand seeing that look on his face. And then, without looking at him again, you turn back to his horn splinter and get to work.

From “The Seven Brothers Detective Agency” ( I did some googling into the “hard boiled detective” genre, and it’s fascinating. Apparently, in the early 1900s, it’s not that there was a lot of police corruption, it’s that the basic job of the police was enforcing things FOR the mob and/or politicians (basically the same thing back then). In the 1920’s, thanks to Prohibition, the mob began having so much money and power on their own that they didn’t need the cops anymore, and the alliance began to fracture. Enter, now, stories about this schism - people wanted justice, and they wanted stories about people to defend them from organized crime - AND from the cops (again, basically the same thing). So we wind up with the noir detective, usually a cop who disagreed with corruption, and is now jaded and cynical about their fall from the organization. Usually also dealing with shell-shock from WWI. )

(These are currently more like notes than full-on HCs)

Lucifer (The Boss)

Son of Old Money

Served in the Great War, very much against his father’s wishes. Men of their status do not sit in trenches and eat canned muck and get shot by German snipers.

Almost died more than once, saw some Major Shit.

Had a lot of trouble adjusting when he came home. Beds were too soft, everything glittered and sparkled and was too wide-open.

Also too boring. He spent two years facing life and death, and sitting back at his father’s desk with a cigar felt too simple.

So he decided to become a policeman. One of the **good** ones. He truly wanted to make a difference.

The day he enrolled, his father disowned him. Lucifer still had money left to him by his mother, but everything from his old man, including controlling interest in the company, was given to….someone else.

And for the first time, Lucifer felt free.

Rose in the ranks, thanks to charisma and intelligence.

Knew about the corruption, refused to participate, but felt he was too junior still to do anything about it.

By the time he was a senior detective, he’d gotten used to it. He wasn’t tempted by bribes himself, since he had more money than he would ever need. 

If he was actually going to help people, he needed to stay on the force. To stay on the force, he had to turn a blind eye.

At least until the murder.

A young Black singer, the daughter of one of his father’s servants. 

He’d grown up with her, their servant’s kids were as much his siblings as his actual sister. 

This girl was younger than him by a few years, but her voice had been heavenly. 

She sang in speakeasies, throaty voice singing the blues.

And now she was dead - brutalized and strangled for telling a rich white kid “no”.

The bastard was caught with blood quite literally on his hands. He fucking confessed.

But the boy’s father was a major contributor of the Chief’s - so her death was ruled an unsolved homicide.

Enraged, Lucifer did what he swore he would never do - he fought the system.

And lost.

And those who supported him - whatever their reasons - were kicked out of the force right alongside him.

So, with too much money on his hands, too much grief in his heart, and too many junior officers looking to him for leadership, Lucifer starts the Seven Brothers Detective Agency.

He saw his juniors - his friends, his **brothers** - and realized that, for most of them, they hadn’t just lost a job, they’d lost a reason to get up in the morning. So he gave them one.

He’ll never admit that he needed a reason to get up even more than they did.

At this point, he’s low key a functioning alcoholic.

He uses big-money cases in order to fund helping the disenfranchised.

Will always help people in real trouble, even if they can’t pay at all.

He spends most of his time on paperwork in the office, and occasionally bailing his juniors out of jail. 

Or paying off their mob debts.

Kind of the same thing, anyway.

When he does go out into the field, though, he’s formidable. 

He seems to have this otherworldly charm, and people find themselves talking to him, telling him things they maybe shouldn’t.

He’s an expert at questioning someone around in circles until they don’t even know what they’re saying.

He’s also an expert at asking such direct questions that people become uncomfortable. You can learn a lot from someone’s discomfort.

⚡️ - Biggest fear

What really scares me is uncertainty and insecurity. I grew up pretty poor. Not like super poverty, but the type of poor where you start working off the books at 11 and you eat dinner at your grandparents house for a few weeks because your own parents can’t afford groceries because something happened that sucked up available funds. Also, my mom was sick most of my childhood, so I wound up being her caretaker and between that and the whole getting-a-job-at-11 thing, I didn’t really have a childhood or teenage-hood. I’m a lot older now, and I’m in a pretty secure financial place, but I’m still desperately afraid of that one accident or emergency that will send me back into eating at other people’s houses or having to borrow money from my parents to afford to fix my car.

I’ve also got some of my mom’s conditions - plus a few mental illnesses - so part of my fear of uncertainty is what’s going to happen to me in the future. By the time she was my age, my mom was going blind and suffering mini-strokes. I’ve managed to avoid all of that, but for how long? We survive on my salary, so if I become unable to work, we’re screwed. Not to mention I can only be as healthy as I am because my job provides top-tier health insurance. What happens if I lose it? I’m not having children, so how will I be looked after if I actually live to be old?

So, short answer, I guess, is just “the future” - I’m always afraid of things taking a sharp downturn, because my childhood was nothing BUT thinking things were fine and then everything exploding in your face.

[bbnibini]

The Angels They Called “Azrael” (The First and Current Azrael’s Backstory) (part 1/present Azrael general HCs here)

The First "Azrael"

Dealing with the Celestial War's aftermath had been a painful yet needed transition to normalcy---friends and family were lost, ties were broken and grief laid heavy on everyone's hearts. Michael did all he could to reduce casualties, worked harder than he ever did yet he still felt empty. Azrael is gone and no amount of prayer can ever get her back. So many more deaths of course resulted from the war, but his biased feelings couldn't help but concentrate on an old friend. She had been one of the first angels to be appointed to Heaven like he was. They went through a lot together and also grieved over friends long passed.

To think the Angel of Death herself would succumb to her own domain---he had to thank his millennia of experience to at least keep a trained stoicness. If he shows even an ounce of disturbance, the already low morale in Heaven would only worsen.

He only wished his former brothers were safe and the fallen angel they protected as well.

Would it be devilish of him to wish happiness upon one of the instigators of the Celestial War? No matter how hard he tried, he could never seem to hate Lucifer. He was a friend. Family. No matter which form he would take, his affections for him and his siblings would never change. Just because they had taken a new form didn't mean that they are evil---straying perhaps, selfish even. But their hearts would always carry the kindness and gentleness of an angel's love: unselfish, encompassing as if emulating God themself. He'd rather look at the brighter side of things than lament over what had been lost. After all, their rebellion encouraged reformations of Heaven's outdated system.

"A succession system"

Expected mixed responses--after all, he had been refining this proposal with Azrael for years. Contingency plans had been laid out in case this scenario happens. Azrael had always been fussy like that, and now looking back, he was rather thankful.

Training successors upon one's death and allowing their protégé to take over their name? It was unheard of until now. Death was almost a foreign concept to angels, especially ones of the current generation. They had never experienced the clumsy yet thoughtful creations of their one and only God, His stumbles, His failures and almost childlike curiosity and innocence. His love however remained unchanging even as the war ended, listening with a kind and attentive ear despite the sea of protests emerging from His own 'child's' ridiculous proposal.

"With all due respect Michael, your suggestion is already unheard of, yet am I hearing this correctly? A human successor? Are you out of your mind?" cried Metatron.

Understandable. Humans are excellent vessels for sin, so easily swayed and corrupted by evil yet loved nonetheless by their own Creator. Undeserving are most of them of His mercy, repeating mistakes of their ancestors in a tiring and seemingly endless cycle. However...their overwhelming capacity for change was indubitable. An angel will always be guided by the light, unquestioning of God's teachings and promising eternal servitude. Demons are the opposite---capable of only evil and sin, tempting and beguiling with no chance of redemption. Humans however are capable of both, teetering on the edges of good and evil and paving their own path, their own definition of morality: the embodiment of hope.

"Only the purest human soul will be chosen--carrying the goodness of God, one must have overcome the hardships evil placed upon them untainted." he repeated the words of Azrael in her proposal and even passed on her dying wish to the council. He saw a smile faltering from one of the familiar faces of his brothers, that of the young Simeon observing their discussions with curious interest. Well.

At least one of them was considering it.

Needless to say, it took numerous revisions of the succession proposal before it was finally approved. As promised, a soul was chosen from the humans to ascend---the purest of souls, untainted despite numerous hardships.

He had no name of his own, thrust in the throes of their own war as a young soldier meant to be forgotten in his passing. He received disdain and tasted isolation for his unusual features, yet he carried not even an ounce of hatred in his body for the ones who persecuted him. They called that nameless child ██████████.

That child never learned of love nor hatred---the blankest and purest of souls. A war child whose innocence accounts for his own inexperience. He died too early to learn of good and evil.

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Michael was beginning to realise that fulfilling his friend's dying wish might be a mistake.

Present Azrael

The only known human protégé. To respect the former Azrael's dying wish, he had been chosen as the new Azrael to carry out his predecessor's duties and legacy.

Was originally a war child. Had the "purest soul" in his time largely due to the fact that he died too early to be influenced by right and wrong.

Upon ascending and being a complete Celestial, his body was forced to take an adult form (most likely causing him a lot of pain and mental strain), although his childlike innocence remained intact. Michael and his brothers tried their best to delay his duties as an Avatar of Virtue due to this.

He is the first and last human to ever be considered as an angel protégé. This is the compromise the Council of Angels have decided upon by considering the first Azrael's dying wish. The current Azrael believes that that may change if he continues "doing his best".

Isn't very good with distinguishing his emotions. Being an Angel of Death could often times be really stressful and taxing, and the only indication that Azrael is ever affected by it is when he asks his brothers why "he's feeling really tired". Oftentimes, he would just suddenly cry and he doesn't really know why.

He feels like because he was originally a human, he has to work extra hard to keep up with his brothers and colleagues. He has a tendency to overdo it, however.

Is extremely adept at combat because of his past life. He often prays for the enemies he had killed in battle and mourns for their death, thinking "No one deserves to be forgotten." He believes that if he mourns for them, at least their lives will never be in vain.

Started liking sweets because of Michael. His favourite food are the macarons the Angel of Charity had baked for him as a "welcome present". He also likes eating pancakes with his older brother, Uriel.

Speaks in a very formal tone with everyone. It's become a habit at this point.

Despite having an adult body, he is still a child at heart. Michael says it will take a while for his mentality to adjust with his body. (I don't really want to give a clear age of when human Azrael died, but I'd say before he even reached teenage years). He has the innocence and the mentality of a slightly pedantic young child.

Despite being forced to grow up twice in his two lifetimes, Azrael doesn't hold any resentment. When asked by Michael if he wishes to retain memories of his past life, he answered, in a very nonchalant way: "I do not really mind either way, big brother."

He hasn't experienced what it was like to be a child in his past life so he decided to relish his more peaceful times in Heaven. He happily experiences all that heaven has to offer and is a very willing learner.

He remembered being a servant in his past life before being deployed into war. His master was an artist and he learned how to paint and sculpt by observing him(although he only put it to good use once he became an angel because he wasn't allowed to touch anything in his master's workshop). Handicrafts just came naturally to him once he became an angel. He says "It's very relaxing".

Having experienced hardships in his past life, he learned how to value the present. He was unsmiling and expressionless when he was brought to heaven, but by opening up to his brothers, he slowly learned how to smile from the bottom of his heart.

Considers Luke as his closest friend. They met each other as cherubs in angel school. Azrael is one of the reasons why Luke wants to improve his baking skills.

He was persecuted for his unusual features when he was human. He doesn't hold any ill will to those who hurt him, but because of his experiences, he resents his eye colour as it reminded him of blood and war. Similarly, he doesn't like how red eyes are quite a common physical feature for demons, especially considering the lives he had taken in war. It just holds too much coincidental implications, and he'd rather not consider the thought.

He sees his second life as a lifelong atonement for his past sins. Now that he is an angel, he wanted to act the part and treat everyone with kindness and warmth--- something that even he wasn't privy to. It doesn't mean that he couldn't learn though, and he rather looked forward to it.

[justmywriting1313]

I Passed (I think) And I Am Back!!! (For some time) (Fic schedule and just some FYI’s)

Heyyoooo loves!!! I hope you guys are having an amazing week besides quarantine and whatnot and are safe, happy and healthy!!!😊😊

Okay so I am posting this for a couple reasons... The first is to say I am SOOOOOO SORRYYYYY I haven’t been responding to asks, messages, and requests!!!!! If any of you take psychology or have studied it you guys know its very very very difficult. Despite enjoying it i am so close to having a mental breakdown every-time i see my book. Besides taking a stupid hard course i take 7 courses in total 😖😖... Yes I am well aware that I am very dumb for torturing myself like that haha but anyway I also have a side job of selling art (Paintings/ Portraits) so I can make some extra cash to support myself. You guys can imagine how busy that had made me!! But for the next two weeks I have no courses so I promise to reply on time (that includes the ones i am yet to reply to 😅😅) and post One fic every two three days!

The second thing I want to say is a HUGE GINORMOUS MASSIVE THANK YOU! 🥺🥺🥺 I expressed on the top of my last fic that some people had been mean to me about fic writing because I take so long (separate notes: if you put ‘You are Worth it’ together its 11 fricking thousand words...omg!!) However, the amount of people who sent in submissions and messages telling me how much they love my fics and that its okay for me to take time honestly made me tear up. I get stressed super easily so when i read them they literally made me so happy and excited to write more fics. On top of that i don’t often stand up to people cause i think why bother especially on the internet and so for the first time i did and SOO MANY OF YOU SUPPORTED MEEEEEE!!!! YYAYAYAY!!! I am so grateful and reply to each one of you but still wanted to say a collective thankyou!! 💖💖💖

Okay Third thing, So if any of you have read my bio you know I have ADHD. For those of you who dont know it roughly means organisation, attention and just focusing does not come naturally to me. Why i am telling you this is because it explains why I have a hard time texting back cause i usually put it in the back of my head and then forget about it. I cant promise ill fix it right away but ill promise to do my best that I can!!!!!

Okay Last thing which is Fic related and so you guys might notice/care about more 😂😂😂 Okay soooo I had started this blog a long time back however I didnt think I was any good at the time so I didn't continue posting stuff. Then I put the ‘You are Worth It’ fic for Lucifer and honestly the reaction I got to that was so heartwarming!!! (Ps if you ever ever ever feel that way I am right here... believe me when I say I know how it feels. I am a curvy Indian writer/ painter! You guys have no idea how much I have stood out and have felt the way the m/c in that fic did so I will always be open to listen without any judgement whatsoever if you ever feel the need to talk to someone!!!!)  So I continued writing and put out the other parts to that fic as well as a Beel fic and despite that not doing as well I am still so happy to see you guys liked it. Earlier I was going to stop putting up anymore out but i’ve decided I will continue the blog and hopefully give you guys writing you love just as much 🥰🥰🥰 However I wont lie it gets a bit overwhelming so I thought best to put a few rules up (and also tell you all the fandoms i write for).

RULES: 

Some of these Fics are very clearly 18+ so pretty please if you are below 18 don’t read them. I am trusting you guys enough (I have a feeling I will regret this) so if you are not 18 then don’t read them!!!!! I will make plenty of all-user-friendly ones so yeah! 

Second I refuse to write anything even remotely Racist and sexist. Also if I am not comfortable with a certain kink/ type of fic I WILL NOT WRITE IT. I am happy to write whatever you request but if I am not comfortable with it I will let you know so please understand and respect my boundaries. 

If the characters in the fandom are related I am sorry it’s not happening. If they are sharing an experience with M/C? Sure! For example Beel x M/C x Belphie? Perfect! However Beel x Belphie is NOT happening. 

Lastly Do not Harass me about a certain request. If you have requested something be patient and if you still want to now the status of it just drop me a polite message and i’ll be more than happy to tell you. (this also helps me remember just incase i forget) 

FIC SCHEDULE:

Okay now for the fic schedule of what to expect in the next month. I am not giving dates for all of them cause honestly i am scared of what you guys will do so this is just rough. Also for those who sent the ask ill tag you guys and for the anonymous ones... yeah idk hehehe 🥰 A- Angst/ F- Fluff / S- Smut. Also firstly crossed out fic titles mean i’ve already put them up and they are finished secondly once this list ends i’ll put out another fic schedule with the next fic’s that are in progress just being edited!

Also I’ll try to sprinkle in some HC’s in between so i keep giving some kind of writing!

Two can Play at that Game... (Mammon x M/C) Multiple parts and very smutty. 18+                                                                                    (Hopefully in the coming week) A/F/S

 I am Here... I’ll always be here (Diavolo x M/C) Multiple parts A/F

The Italian Way of Life (Beel x M/C) Don’t know how many parts F

Compliments (Beel x M/C) (This is the ‘You are Worth it!!’ but with Beel instead) Multiple parts A/F/S

Smile For me! (Demon bros x M/C) Multiple parts A/F

Stay (Lucifer x M/C) Two different endings A/F/S

My Own Slice of Heaven (Diavolo x M/C) Multiple Parts F/S 

Thats it for now but ill probably add more later after replying to everyones submissions and messages to see the new requests. For now lets see if i can even do all of these. 

OTHER FANDOMS I WRITE FOR:

MARVEL 

BATBOYS (technically dc i guess) 

STAR TREK 

PEAKY BLINDERS 

LOTR AND THE HOBBIT

Okay honestly I have so many i cant even remember so as and when i remember ill add 😂😂

Okieeeee I think thats a wrap sorry thats so long but anyway please drop in more requests and asks and don’t forget to reblog!!!! Love you guysssss and byeee  

[clockworkcheetah]

i was tagged by @bootstrapparadoxed to do this fic interview thing thanks for tagging me!

Name: Phoebe

Fandoms: Dirk Gently’s Holistic Detective Agency is my main jam. but i also wrote a couple of Lucifer fics and Pokemon SWSH stuff. also some og works that i sorta hate

Where you post: i use to post on ff.net like when i was 14, but i just use ao3 now

Most popular one-shot: ok this is kinda hard cause technically my lucifer fics are my most popular but for that fandom they really arent? its a big fandom so obvs they got more hits/kudos then my dghda stuff  i think ‘once brilliant blue, so innocent and new’ and ‘you’ve just been oversleeping’ are my most popular fics in terms of fandom + kudos

... i have noticed my smut fics get a fair bit of attention too lmao

Most popular multi-chapter:  i havent uploaded any (yet) but i have a multichapter dghda fic that almost every chapter is fully written (needs a ton of editing tho (and a title...)- theres only 3 chapters tho) and a swsh fic that needs some outlining before i write any

i think people will like the dghda fic cause itsssssss smutty

Favourite story I’ve written so far: yjbo is the one im most proud of obvs a lotta work went into that and its 20k (i normally write 1k-5k length fics)

but obbsian is my fave cause idk i just liked the vibe throughout i like the soft shit lmao

Fic you were nervous to post: uhm yjbo because well it is a long fic and also there werent really any ace!todd fics (still arent... i swear im gonna increase the numbers- im rly fond of that hc) so i wasnt sure how well people would take that? i do know ace fics can get hate (i havent so far) so i was a little wary also ‘making more music and fine romance’ because first e-rated fic and i felt very selfconscious at the time (i have written some more smut since and i am still shy about it even tho smut is fun to write asdfghjkl;)

How do you choose your titles: lol song titles mostly or just whatever assortment of words that i think could work

Do you outline: i did for the ofar series especially yjbo (partly why it ended up being so long i had so many notes, summaries and structures filled out for it) ive kinda slagged it off a bit and i rly need to get back to it because im not one of those people who can write amazing things from the top of my head yknow? i like to have structure

Complete: basically everything i started in 2020 is complete

In progress: that 3 chapter brotzly fic id say its 75% done the first chapter needs the most work tho cause thats where the plot is (ch2+3 are basically pwp)

Coming soon: a kbnz fic and i also have a bunch of fic ideas for dghda tho i cant promise they will be written

Prompts: as much as i would like too i know ill never write them if i got them

uhh i tag any mutual who writes? @raloire and @thyrem? anybody else?