#poor Barb lol

[misc-obeyme]

I came across a "Reverse Trope Writing Prompt" list and had a merry time giggling at some of them. "Too many beds," and "Really nice guy who hates only you," got me in particular, but there are other ones that, I think, got good dramatic legs ("True hate's kiss," and "Soulmates fated to kill each other," are my faves).

Could I ask a snippet for "Instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren't actually dating," with the Barbs (or any of the prompts of your choice, they're all winners).

-🪿honk

Ah I saw that post too! I think I reblogged it? If I did, it was to my main. But I'm pretty sure I saw it at some point!

Too many beds lol that just sounds like a slumber party waiting to happen. Or maybe it's a room full of beds and MC ends up on one side and their love interest is on the other side and there are twenty beds in between them.

Anyway, here's MC & Barbatos with everyone being convinced they aren't actually dating! I had a little fun with it~

You were planning an upcoming dance with the student council for RAD. The seven demon brothers, Diavolo, and Barbatos were all present. You had discussed most of the details, ironing out things like who was in charge of decorations and who would provide the food.

Now the conversation had inevitably turned to who would be in attendance and if anyone planned to bring a date.

Asmo sighed. "I suppose you're not an option now, are you, MC?"

You blinked and looked at him. "Oh? Did you want to go with me? I don't see why not."

Asmo gasped excitedly, but Satan frowned. "Hang on, MC," Satan said. "Didn't you tell us you were dating Barbatos?"

You shrugged. "Barb doesn't mind. Right?"

You looked over at Barbatos who was sitting a ways down the table from you. "Of course not," he said mildly. "You're free to attend with whomever you choose. I suspect I will be busy with the food anyway."

You noted the raised eyebrows that some of the brothers exchanged.

"Are you sure you guys are dating?" Satan asked.

"Pretty sure, yeah," you said. "Anyway, you wanna go to the dance with me, Asmo?"

Asmo was delighted to take you, of course.

-

You found yourself in class with Beel and Belphie when Barbatos came in from the home economics class next door carrying a tray full of cookies.

He placed the tray down in front of Beel. "I'm afraid I made far too many of these," he said. "I thought perhaps you would enjoy them, Beelzebub."

Beel was already halfway through the large pile of cookies. "Mmnks," he said with his mouth full. Beel handed you and Belphie each a cookie.

"I'm surprised you didn't just bring all these to MC," Belphie said.

Barbatos looked around. "Ah, MC," he said. "I'm afraid I didn't see you there."

"Hey, Barbatos," you said. You gestured at him with the cookie. "Your cookies are delightful as always."

Barbatos bowed formally to you. "You flatter me," he said.

As he left the room, Belphie looked at you askance. "Aren't you guys dating?"

You finished the cookie. "Yeah, why?"

"Oh, nothing," Belphie said, though he clearly didn't believe you.

-

You were alone in your room at the House of Lamentation, laying on your bed and scrolling through your D.D.D.

You heard something and looked up to see Barbatos using a portal to enter your room.

You sat up a little. "Done working already?" you asked.

Barbatos made straight for you and you quickly found yourself being kissed silly. You laughed against his mouth.

He pulled away for a moment to look down at you, a slight frown on his face. "Are you quite finished with your little scheme?" he asked.

You wiped tears of laughter away from your eyes. "Aw, come on!" you said. "It's so funny to see their reactions. It's not my fault you're able to keep the perfect straight face no matter what I say."

Barbatos sighed. "MC, you really try my patience."

You smirked and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Isn't it all worth it when we're alone and you can let yourself go?"

Barbatos looked aggrieved. "You deserve a lecture, but I'm afraid I have other things on my mind."

Needless to say, Barbatos did not leave your room for some time.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[mageofseven]

@acaribeau that's so true! Must come from their other parent lol

Honestly, all I can think of when I see that is how poor overworked Barb has to take care of three kids while working 24/7 lol

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I saw these and immediately thought of you!

Omg these are soooo cute 🥺🥹💕

Thank you for showing me these!!! And omg, Barb with 3 kids??? That poor man is gonna be worked half to death 😅🤭

[earl-grey-love]

Ugh, what a great morning 😭 Seeing both Levi and Barbs in the event, which was super cute and fun, while snuggling in bed with my cat and sipping iced coffee. Paradise.

[ellecdc]

Not Alone

Marauders x fem!reader who is looking for somewhere safe during a zombie apocalypse [no pronouns are used, but gendered monikers are attributed to the reader!] - 1.8k words

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

CW: mention of losing loved one's/friends in a violent way but not described, reader has injuries, mentions of hopelessness and violence, hurt/comfort

A/N: honestly, I'm not even sure where this idea came from but I needed to write it down lol, so hopefully someone out there enjoys it too!

It felt like the majority of your brain was focused on keeping your breathing even (and more importantly, quiet) than it was at actually finding you somewhere safe to hide. 

You cradled your - now useless - arm to your chest protectively as you fought to keep the disturbing image of your friend being swallowed up by the horde as she told you to run. 

You couldn’t think about that now - couldn’t afford to think about the fact that you had now officially lost everyone who ever meant anything to you, and were completely and utterly alone in this world. 

You couldn’t think about any of that now; you simply had to run. 

You were sure you were only imagining it but you swore your socks felt squishy with the amount of blood accumulating there from the various blisters adorning your feet; you and…. you had been walking for days now in search of anything - any store, any shelter, any body of water - that wasn’t crawling with zombies or hostile survivor encampments.

It had been one bloody thing after another; setting off some security alarm in a pharmacy and having to outrun a horde, having to avoid a camp of survivors who were out for blood, and dislocating your sodding arm simply trying to hop a fence.

And your luck didn’t seem to be coming up any better; the vast abandoned fields ahead of you smelling like nothing but trouble. 

You didn’t want to walk through the unmanned fields, not knowing what could be lurking out of sight in wait for you. 

The only other option was the gravel road, which while leaving you completely vulnerable was undeniably the safer of two options. 

You tried to compartmentalise; you needed water, but to drink water, you needed to take your rucksack off. Taking your rucksack off sounded like a painful endeavour at the moment, so you would need a secure place to do so. If you could find a secure place, you needed to rest.

You needed to pop your bloody shoulder back into its socket.

You needed to take your sodding shoes off.

You needed to sleep.

You wanted to cry.

You needed to cry. 

You’re not sure how long you had been spiralling or how long you had been walking without direction when the blazing sun finally started to set and allowed you some reprieve from its scorching heat. 

And suddenly, you saw it.

A rather dilapidated barn could be seen just peeking through various overgrown shrubs behind a barbed wire fence a mere kilometre or two ahead.

You had no time (nor the wherewithal) to consider whether the building was safe as your feet seemed to head in that direction of their own volition.

You needed water, you needed rest, you needed to take your shoes off. 

You needed to get to that barn.

On autopilot, you crouched behind the rickety fence and listened for any movement. 

You creeped forward and pushed the barn door open, listening once again for any movement. You picked up a stick and lobbed it into the darkness of the barn - still nothing.

Rather desperate at this point, you pushed your way into the barn and took in the space. 

While there was evidence of people having camped out here before - a few sleeping bags, an empty can or two of food, and other survival paraphernalia - there was no way to conclude how long those individuals had been gone for, or if they planned on returning.

But you couldn’t think about that right now.

You turned and shut the doors behind you, using your good arm to pull a bail of hay in front of it as a poor means of blocking the door. 

You fell atop of one of the sleeping bags; your knees screaming in agony at the impact and crying in joy at the relief as you manoeuvred your rucksack off of your good shoulder and sucked in a pained breath as you removed it from the other. 

You pulled out your flask of water; the last remaining bit you had on your person since the other two bottles were with…

This was the last remaining bit of water you had.

You took a tentative sip; knowing you’d love nothing more than to down the rest and then some, opting to ration for now until you were able to get your hands on more.

You kicked your boots off and were happy to see that your socks weren’t as drenched in blood as they certainly felt when you were walking. 

You needed water - check. 

You needed to take your boots off - check. 

You had an obvious issue with your shoulder, but when you went to try to reposition it, you felt bile rise to your throat and hastily pulled your hand away.

You’d worry about that later.

You needed to rest.

You couldn’t worry about the fact that you couldn’t worry about your arm later, seeing as you had no one here to reset it for you.

You had no one here.

You had no one.

But you couldn’t think about that right now, as the adrenaline of the day seeped from your body and exhaustion pulled you further into a strangers sleeping bag where you finally fell unconscious. 

You found that you suddenly missed camping, which was odd seeing as your entire life now could be considered various forms of camping. You missed the bonfires that weren’t merely a form of survival, you missed the light conversation and inside jokes, and you missed the easy laughter one only ever heard in the company of trusted friends.

You could almost hear it from your curled up position in a sleeping bag; the sound of a gentle fire crackling, gentle whispers and subsequent chuckles.

You almost smiled to yourself, that is, until you realised you really could hear those things.

You could smell it, too; the smell of fire, the telltale scent of pine trees from where a door must be propped open.

And you could feel the heat of the fire, and the familiar weight of company.

Your eyes shot open then as you tried to control your breathing.

You could hear someone - multiple someone’s. Maybe two? Three? 

“Good morning.” A deep voice greeted you from near your feet.

You scrambled to a sitting position - painfully ignoring the screaming of your shoulder - and pushed yourself flush against the wall behind you. 

The voice was a man - possibly around your age - dark haired, tattooed, and intimidating as he watched you warily with narrowed silver eyes, opening and closing a switchblade in his hand as if he was having trouble sitting still while he watched you sleep. 

You turned to grab for your gun only to notice that your rucksack was gone - the only one of your possessions that you still had was the flask that you fell asleep cradling in your arms.

“Easy doll.” The bloke said with a smirk. “Your stuff is safe - it was just a precaution, yeah?” He offered as he motioned towards another member of his group who was holding your bag up for your view. 

“You’ll get it all back once we know you’re not here to off us.” A man with glasses and hair that appeared to be a level of wild that could only be natural attempted to placate you. 

“And you?” You finally asked; eyes darting between the three men (that you could see) frantically. “Are you lot here to off me?”

The dark-haired man scoffed. “Don’t you think we would have done that already?”

“You’re sleeping in our bed, princess.” The bespectacled bloke added. 

You felt horribly like the Brothers Grimm version of goldilocks - sleeping soundly in a bear's home only to be mauled to death upon their return.

“Where are your people?” The man holding your rucksack who had been silent up until this point asked you then, moving to stand beside the dark-haired man as he considered you.

He was tall, looking far more like he’d been living through an apocalypse than his two counterparts did with the various scars adorning his face and hands.

You simply shook your head in response to his question. 

His lips pulled together slightly before he looked down at your rucksack. “You don’t have much here.”

You shook your head again.

One of them sighed as the tattooed man continued to scrutinise you.

“Do… do you want something to eat?” The scarred man asked then. 

You quickly shook your head and made to stand, catching yourself awkwardly with your elbow as you teetered into the wall behind you, one arm useless and the other holding it protectively. “Sorry, no. I- thank you, but I’ll leave, I swear it.” 

“What’s wrong with your arm?” The tattooed man asked as he stood from his crouched position.

You let out a shuddering sigh. “I…I don’t- I think it’s dislocated.”

He let out a chuckle through his nose. “You’re not going to get very far like that, dollface.” 

“Do you really have no one?” The man with the glasses asked then as he moved to join the three of you. 

“No one.” You whispered, fighting back the violent image of the last person who meant anything to you being ripped from your grasp.

The three men shared a look; the scarred man shaking his head and walking back towards the fire with your bag still in his hand.

“My name is James.” The bespectacled man announced. “This is Sirius,” He continued, nodding towards the tattooed man, "and Remus over there will help you with your shoulder.”

“And then we’ll get some food in you.” Remus added.

“I…I don’t-”

But the tattooed man - Sirius - scoffed derisively at you. “You are not going back out there.”

“Not alone.” James corrected. 

The two men went and joined Remus at a makeshift camp stove where he was warming up some sort of canned soup, and James pulled up another lawn chair making four seats around their  designated kitchen area.

You didn’t know these men - although they didn’t know you either - but it had been so long.

So long since you met kind strangers, so long since you smelled food that wasn’t preserved fruit or pickled vegetables, and so long since you felt any inkling of hope since the world went to shit before your eyes. 

But you couldn’t think about that right now.

All you could think about was how Remus gently patted your new spot at their table as he explained how he was going to pop your shoulder back into place, watching as James spooned some soup into a bowl for you and Sirius grabbed a brand new bottle of water that you could have cried over and set it on the table in front of you.

So, perhaps against your better judgement, you took a seat and allowed Remus to shove your shoulder back into its rightful place before securing it to your side with what looked to be an old lace curtain, and told them your name.

You didn’t know what might come of this little foursome you suddenly found yourself in - you couldn’t think about that right now - but at least, for now, you wouldn’t have to be alone.

continue to part two here

[lucygraysboy]

“my greatest accomplishment, making you sing like this. i wanna listen to you for hours and hours, baby,” billy murmurs raggedly, the thrills going through his lower belly at the sound of her voice make him feel lightweight. his heart a helium-filled balloon. he swears he can feel the white-hot, molten heat radiating from her center and seeping into the black fabric of his dress pants, and it takes all the willpower not to slip a hand underneath her skirt. “you look so beautiful like this. i wish you could see yourself right now,” he breathes, kissing her rosy cheek as sweetly and innocently as he can, taking a moment just to marvel at her. her flushed face, curls tousled where his hand’s messed them up, one pink feather barely hanging on, the tight vest and skirt and cowboy boots… god, can she keep the boots on all night? “what am i goin’ to do with it? what are you goin’ to do with it?” he laughs mischievously but it’s cut short, feeling how his swollen length twitches at the curious touch of her hand. tingling sensations spreading throughout his body, making him lose his mind. he can feel a moan building up in the back of his throat and nuzzles into the crook of her neck, struggling to stifle it. teeth nibbling the soft skin there, sucking as his fingers knead her backside. bathroom. where’s the bathroom? there must be one somewhere in here. he could lock the door, unzip his pants and push her soaked panties to the side and… “fuck,” he groans against her jaw, his whole back alive with goose bumps as her hips grind into his. he wants her to know that he loves it and so he tells her just that, in a whisper right beneath her ear, and then nuzzles into her throat again, letting his hand travel up her vest and palm her small breast. he kisses her until his lungs and lips are burning and aching, certain there’s a wet spot on his dress pant where their bodies keep colliding with each other in wanton abandon, and…

“oh, god.” a mortified gasp escapes him upon hearing the familiar voice of barb azure, coming from right behind him. he kisses the fingertip that’s pressed to his swollen lips, hand letting go of lucy gray’s chest to rest on her hip. “hi, ladies, hello,” he croaks, carefully lowering his little lady so that she can stand on her own two feet. he turns them around so that no one’s talking to his back, but makes sure to keep lucy gray’s petite body in front of his, hiding the part of his body that’s not pulsing and twitching almost painfully. he discreetly tugs her skirt down her thighs, and even attempts to fix that one stubborn feather, refusing to accept the fact that it’s too late for that now. barb azure and maude ivory have already seen more than enough and surely know what’s going on. “that was a… a great show. i was just passin’ by and heard you, guys, playin’ and — yeah, such a great show. you were all wonderful. great.” he stumbles over his words, lucy gray’s lipstick smeared across his mouth, his shirt unbuttoned almost all the way down, falling off his shoulder and exposing the purple mark on his pale skin. his throbbing middle pressed against the songstress’ lower back, strong arms curling around her shoulders. he feigns innocence and smiles sweetly at the pair of old friends, but no one seems particularly convinced. he just nods his head — yeah, of course, he’ll get her to her room. yeah, it’s all good if they leave. yeah, yeah, yeah… “oh, my goodness,” billy laughs once they’re alone again, burying his red face in lucy gray’s hair. maude ivory’s song ringing in his ears, making him feel even more embarrassed. “i wasn’t plannin’ on givin’ you a baby tonight, but… since your cousin already suggested that,” he teases, doing anything in his power to forget about the growing embarrassment. 

“prettiest sounds. mhm.” voice slurs against his ear, nodding her head as she agrees while being so strongly hoisted up, “well, you make me make the prettiest sounds.” lucy gray seductively whispers, another squeak sounding from her when he presses his erection in between her legs with that roll of his hips. feeling the hardness press against her thin lacy panties causes another wave of throbbing electricity to gather in her bundle of nerves, swallowing the lump in her throat, more heat spilling over cheeks and down her neck. it’s almost nauseating at how aroused her body is overly growing. “what’re you goin’ to do with that?” giggling, one arm loosening from around his neck to let a wandering, curious hand touch. fingers gently dragging across the bulge in his pants in between them, her heart rate soaring at feeling the size of it, how solid it is over her fingertips. his strong hands gripping her bottom, hearing baby girl escape his lips, his arousal pressed to her own… “oh god,” lucy gray pants, uncontrollably bucking her hips once- twice against him after her arm is thrown back around his neck. she’s unsure how she’s containing herself from pushing him in a bathroom to rip his clothes off. “well, i gots news. that goes both ways, baby boy.” a smirk curls her messy red lipstick stained lips, giggles spilling into his mouth and heated lips eagerly chasing after his own again while her thighs become wetter and her toes curl inside her sparkly cowgirl boots. kissing him and kissing him until the, “lucy gray,” pulls her out of the heated trance. “HM?” doe eyes become alert, pressing a finger to billy’s lips as she looks around him before she embarrassingly finds barb azure just as embarrassed, “lucy gray, me and maude ivory are ready to go to the motel. i’m goin’ to take me and her on since it’s just across the road. are you goin’ with us?” she questions in concern, maude ivory starting to chant once she realizes that boy to her surprise is BILLY, “ooo— lucy gray and billy sittin’ in the tree. k-i-s-s-i——” a hand is thrown over maude ivory’s mouth, barb azure shutting her up. “oh, yeah, darlin’s. i’ll get my guitar an’ i’ll get billy to take me over there. it’s s’alright, go ‘head. text me when you get in the rooooms, s’okay?” barb azure awkwardly nods to lucy gray’s drunken instructions, only leaving her here since she weirdly has found billy. a trustworthy person, she figures. maude ivory looks up at barb, bursting into giggles at how drunk lucy gray is and as soon as the hand lets go she keeps going, “first comes love! then comes a baby in a baby carri—!” hand directly flops back over maude ivory’s mouth, barb promptly dragging their little cousin out of here before they really do grossly start making babies right in front of them, she thinks.

[gothamite-rambler]

The batgirls on their periods

My period is on and I've always wanted to write a story about that, but Winx Club wasn't something that felt the best for this outlet. Batfamily does work though because they're humans lol.

We go through out periods in different ways. The are the batgirls and batwoman are expys of that and this is how the male members of their family handle it. This is for all my girlie pops that have to deal with this curse. Let's dive in!

Dick Grayson: Hey Barb, you sent me this weird irate text, did I do something wrong?

Barbara Gordon (angry): Yes, remember that triple chocolate cake I had leftover? You better buy me a new one!

Barbara rolled over the man’s foot on purpose while grumbling curse words under her breath.

Dick: Ow, you said I could have it.

Barbara: Lies! Get me a new one or I’m ignoring you for the rest of the day and that’s including comms tonight!

Dick: Okay, I’ll do that after icing my foot. Freaking jerk.

Barbara (over her shoulder): Cake thief!

Tim Drake (having silently watched the arguing): Have the girls been acting… on edge lately?

Dick (once Barbara is gone): I hadn't noticed until my foot was ran over. What have you seen?

Tim: Stephanie has been eerily quiet and distant today. Which is not like her. Bruce asked her if she wanted to patrol a different part of Gotham and she just growled at him.

Dick: Hm... that is odd.

Stephanie Brown trudged the kitchen, wearing an oversized shirt and jogger pants. She grunted a greeting to the two men. She took a bag of carrots and a chocolate bar out of the fridge.

Stephanie (almost a whisper): I’m watching cat videos, don’t bother me. Oh, by the by, tell Bruce I will do the other part of town today.

Tim: Got it, bestie.

Stephanie grunted a 'thank you' and left the kitchen.

Tim: She hasn’t snapped at me too much.

Dick: Hm… wait… hold on… this isn’t the time is it?

Tim: Time for what?

Dick: We may be in the clear if Cass doesn’t have it.

Tim (confused): Have what?

Dick (shaking his head): You poor summer child.

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Meanwhile Jason heard a knock at his door. He answered the door, seeing Cassandra Cain standing there, wringing her hands nervously.

Cass (frazzled): Hi Jason.

Jason: Hey Cass, everything okay, you look stressed?

Cass (bashfully): Do I? Yeah, um, my… Aunt Flo is visiting and I… I need to go to the store to buy supplies... I do not want to go in alone; you’re the only one I trust.

Jason: You don’t have an Aunt Flo and why would you need supplies to meet her?

Cass: Oh… oh dear, you don't get it. Um… my crimson tide… has arrived?

Jason: Crimson what?

Cass (pissed off): My period is on! It’s my time of the month! I need to buy tampons or pads before I bleed any-

Jason (covering her mouth): All right, got it... the message is in my head. Okay sure, I’ll get my keys.

Jason went to the living room to grab his backpack as Cass entered, surprised he would actually take her to the store.

Cass: Wait, you’re not… this isn’t strange to you?

Jason: I’m friends with Artemis. I’m used to this. Let’s get those supplies for you.

Cass clapped eagerly following Jason to his car.

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Back at Wayne Manor, Dick waited for his father to answer the phone while Tim sat still unsure what was happening.

Dick (calling Bruce): Bruce are the girls on their periods?

Tim (gasping): Oh that's what it is!

Dick (irritated): Jesus Christ, Tim.

Bruce (calm): Hm... that’s why Stephanie snapped at me and that’s why Barbara cussed me out… I’m a little too used that. Then yes they are. Cass probably is too. Women can sync up sometimes.

Tim: How does he… Bruce how do you know this?

Bruce: Selina is very informative… and Harley is as well. So you learn a thing or two. Go easy on them and they won’t bite your head off. You didn’t do anything to piss them off have you?

Dick (ice pack on his foot): Nope.

Tim (prideful smile): I have not, so I’m doing good.

Bruce: Okay, well like I said don’t do anything else stupid, Dick.

Dick: I will try not to.

With that Bruce ended the call. He sighed then turned to his cousin Kate aka Batwoman as she sat on the passenger side of his car with her arms crossed and a smirk on her face.

Bruce: And then there's you.

Kate: Yeah, you’re just going to ignore me? No mention of the four way sync up?

Bruce: I’m ignoring a lot currently. I am a master at many things, women syncing menstrual cycles is not one of them.

Kate (agreeing): Trust me, women don’t get it either.

Bruce: Let’s get you your period stuff at least.

Kate: Could you not call it that?

Bruce (mockingly): Could you actually be prepared next time?

Kate: Ooh, catty? Maybe you’re on your month as well.

Bruce (chuckling dryly): You’re so funny let me tell ya.

Kate: I cope with humor. Get out of the car, cuzzo. Oh you’re also buying me lunch today.

Bruce: Of course, I am.

Part 2

[attic-club-sandwich]

How they are Handling your Disappearance Pt. 2

Side Characters edition!

Okay you guys wanted more angst, so here you go! lol A part 2 with the side characters was requested, so I wrote for Diavolo, Simeon, Luke (purely platonic), and Solomon. I left Barb out because i'm very unsure of his role as of right now in Nightbringer. I hope you guys enjoy, please let me know what you think! You'll probably need some tissues again so prepare yourself! lol

Read Part 1: Brothers

Part 3: MC Returns

Genre: Angst, Hurt.

Taglist: @delphi-dreamin @bite-sized-devil @sassykattery @amberrskiies @a-hidden-gem @obey-me-posts @otomefoxystar @siofrantic @flemmingbamse i'm also going to tag @yourboyhack @ihatecorns @cherrybakewelltea and @exrellian too since you liked the first part! MC's return will be next! :3

But if you want to be tagged in my future work please fill out this form!

rose divider by @/firefly-graphics

The brothers were the first to be aware of your disappearance, but the news traveled fast between all of the people who were closest and dearest to you. No one knew where you went, but they knew one thing for sure: they were doing anything possible to bring you back home. After weeks of searching every inch of the Devildom, it was becoming apparent that you were no longer in the same realm. This of course sent a new wave of panic through everyone. Where did you go, MC? Why didn’t you tell anyone you were leaving?

❤️Diavolo❤️

If anyone should feel responsible for your disappearance, it’s The Demon Prince. 

He is incredibly perplexed and disturbed by the fact that his human exchange student disappeared right out from under his watchful eye. 

Diavolo usually has a very outgoing and joyous attitude, but it’s not the same since you left.

Instead, he becomes numb. Sad. Determined to do everything he can to find you.

Lucifer had come running to him in a state of panic, informing him that they couldn’t find you.

He rarely saw Lucifer act that way, so he knew it had to be serious.

He joined in on the search for you too. 

Barbatos tried convincing him to stay at the castle, but he couldn't just sit and do nothing. The peace between the human world and the Devildom is at risk.

After days and weeks of searching with no results, he becomes depressed.

He uses every connection, every resource he has to find you.

But he can’t.

Not even the most powerful being in all the Devildom can locate one human.

To disgrace not only the Devildom, but his Father… It's too much to bear. 

I’m such a poor excuse for a demon, how could I lose them so easily?

He sits at his office desk, staring down at the paperwork he’s supposed to be finishing. He's severely behind.

But instead of picking up the pen, his hands are clutching at his auburn hair as tears stream down his cheeks. 

Barbatos walks on him in this state several times.

The sight of the dark, heavy bags under the Prince’s eyes causes a pang of sadness in his heart. He longs to comfort him. 

But the Prince has become distant from him. 

He doesn’t understand why Barbatos doesn’t use his powers to find you in such desperate times. 

He’s confused. Angry. 

He orders Barbatos away, and rests his head into his folded arms, wishing you were wrapped up in them instead. 

Wherever you are, MC, I promise we will find you. We’ll bring you home.

💛Simeon💛

When Simeon learns of your disappearance, he almost doesn’t believe it. 

But when he’s forced to face the reality of your absence, he feels it deep within his heart.

His usual calm demeanor starts to crack, but he wants to stay brave for Luke.

He doesn’t want to scare the young angel. 

At first, he’s restless, pacing through the corridors of Purgatory Hall, trying to think of any way to contribute to your search.

But it’s been weeks. And still no sign of you. 

Now he sits in one of the arm chairs in his bedroom, gazing out the window. 

My little lamb, where have you disappeared to?

A book that he’s given up reading rests on his lap, his fingertips ghosting over the corners of the pages. 

He wishes you were here with him, sitting comfortably in his lap while he whispers sweet nothings into your ear.

His eyes well up with tears at the thought. 

Luke checks in with him often, bringing him updates when he can and suggesting they get out of his room for a while. 

He sits with Luke in a cafe for a while, nursing a cup of coffee while Luke chatters about all of the things he’s going to do with you when you return. 

This should cheer him up, but instead it sends a wave of indescribable sadness washing over him. 

It’s not Luke’s fault, of course. 

He appears to be handling it better than he is. 

Simeon, who normally thrives on the joy he brings others through conversation and gentle smiles, requests to be alone. 

He shuts himself away in his room, finally letting the tears fall. 

His heart burns with grief as his body trembles. 

As a writer, he figures the only thing he can do is compose a letter of his feelings for you.

MC, My love, please return home as soon as you can. Are you safe? I think of you constantly. Your absence brings a great sadness over me that I haven’t felt in quite some time. Even as a well known author, my words alone cannot express how deeply I miss and care for you. I love you, MC. I long to feel the warmth of you by my side once more. -Simeon

💙Luke💙

They try to go easy on telling Luke the news of your disappearance. 

The young angel knew something was wrong when Simeon sat him down, a serious expression painted across his face. 

“W-What?! MC is gone?!” 

His heart is full of sadness and confusion, worried about where you could have possibly ran off to.

You wouldn’t just leave him without telling him where you were going, right?

He tries not to think about that. 

So he puts all his energy into baking. 

Desserts and pastries of all kinds line the kitchen tables and counters of Purgatory Hall. 

Barbatos walks into the kitchen to see flour and a variety of different colored icing all over. 

But there is Luke, frosting on his nose and tears in his eyes, baking away. 

“I-I have to make sure there’s plenty of desserts for them to eat when they return!”

Luke offers several pastries for Barbatos to take to the brothers. 

He doesn’t usually take kindly to them, but he knows they are working hard to find you.

He eventually slows down, growing tired from his baking frenzy. 

Simeon goes to check on him, and finds the little angel asleep at the table, his head cradled in his arms and surrounded by a mountain of cookies he just got done baking. 

He stirs a little when Simeon carries him to bed. 

“M-MC…” he whimpers. “They’ll come back, right?”

He’s half awake now, aware of Simeon tucking him into bed. 

The older angel gives him a sad smile. “Of course Luke, they love you so much. I know they’ll return home soon.”

Luke sniffs, a tear falling down his cheek as he begins to drift back to sleep. 

“I-I miss them…I want them to try all of my desserts…”

Simeon wipes away his tears, attempting to hold back his own.

Luke begins to snore softly, dreaming of baked goods and picnics where you are there to share them with.

🖤Solomon🖤

When you first go missing, Solomon is confused. 

You were just with him, where did you go? Is this some sort of joke?

His worry causes the demon brothers to panic. 

Solomon is never too bothered by anything. He’s seen a lot of things in his lifetime. 

But when you go missing suddenly with no explanation?

That’s something that terrifies him. 

He hears the news from the brothers that your pact is no longer active with them. 

That worries him even more. 

He immediately jumps into action.

He searches the location of where you were last seen and picks up on lingering traces of magic.

That's odd, he thinks. He was proud of how far you've come with your abilities as his apprentice, but he knew this magic was way too strong to be yours.

This was the work of someone much more powerful.

Nonetheless, a flutter of hope rises in his chest. He's one step closer to finding you.

He analyzes the magic, and comes to the conclusion that you were transported through time to a past version of the Devildom.

Once he connects all the dots, he uses Barbatos' power to find you.

Of course, it takes a few tries, but he finds you. 

He let's out a breath of relief as he gathers you into his arms, squeezing you tight.

You sob into his chest as he holds you.

His poor, adorable apprentice. Lost and confused.

"There there, MC. It's going to be alright. We'll get you home soon."

But now he’s stuck there too, with no way to contact the brothers or Diavolo to tell them of your location. 

He could, theoretically return but he wouldn't dare go back to the present without you by his side.

Lucifer about murdered him already, and you desperately needed his help.

He secretly couldn't bear the thought of leaving you alone.

But this will be interesting, he thought.

Let's see how this plays out.

[tbhwhocaresanymore]

“This is probably not a standard transitioning procedure but I’m going to cut his neck in half.” *sawing sounds*

“I wasn’t sure how to make them, so like a responsible adult, I left this problem for last.”

“I want her expression to say ‘oh you poor creature. I don’t care.’”

If any of the above quotes made you laugh, consider taking a trip over to YouTube and visiting my favorite channel

Enchanterium✨✨

It’s two sisters, Alex and Barb, doing doll customization. As someone who has never customized a doll in my life I find their channel FASCINATING.

Alex used to be a henna artist and her main job is giving the dolls new faces and hair styles and occasional body modifications.

Barb is an engineer going for her phd and a seamstress, who sews teeny tiny doll clothes. She’s also a talented 3D print designer who makes robot gauntlets, space ships, and a functional doll sized flame thrower.

They do all sorts of dolls! Redesigns of popular characters like Team Rocket or the Totally Spies girls, and their own original characters. If you want to check them out here’s three good starting options.

This is actually their second most popular video, it’s part of a collaboration where they all made a member of a space ship crew. Enchanterium made Tzula, the medic, who is also an alien cow. Backstory in video.

The girls were a big fan of the Winx Club show when they were younger, and now each Halloween they reimagine a winx character as their darker self, kind of like what Fate tried to do and failed miserably at. Enchanterium DOES NOT FAIL.

You can see a sneak peek of this one when I talk about Alex, it’s one of my favorite of their zodiac videos. They design the Cancer symbol as a high school student with crab legs growing out of her face because why not lol.

Anyway GO WATCH ENCHANTERIUM! The sisters are hilarious, and talk a lot in Polish, and create the most kickass dolls you’ve ever seen, and I need more people to talk about them so I’m blazing my first ever post. Hope to see some of you in the comments ✨

[cookiesandbiscuits]

Cackling at this 😂

Hiyaa have a barb headcanon

He ADORES kissing your hands. You can do it to him, but he loves doing it to you more

Also one time diavolo dressed up as a rat and he had to control himself

What the actual fuck does my brain think abt at 11am

i am nodding and handing the first barbatos hc over to the self shippers (it is entirely lost with me i’m sorry. never been into self shipping, never been into men)

bro just imagine you’re barbatos just trying to chill and all of a sudden diavolo is standing in your doorway in a giant ass rat suit i’d scream cry 

Barbatos was sitting on a chair next to his bed, the room illuminated by nothing more than a couple of candles casting flickering shadows against the walls. He slowly put down his DDD as he noticed a strange combination of sounds penetrate his ears. There was a sort of scuffling, the pitter-patter of little feet on the ground, which was shortly followed by the low rumbling of something heavy dragging across the ground. 

Barbatos didn’t tremble, for he did not consider fear an acquaintance of his. He simply watched the door unblinkingly, muscles taunt and ready to pounce. 

Slowly, the door opened with squealing hinges, revealing a looming figure, tall and menacing. Barbatos recognized the grand figure immediately. However as he sought to make eye contact, his heart stumbled in his chest. A cold sense of discomfort nestled itself against his spine.  “Young Mas-” the word found itself stuck in his throat.

What once had most certainly been Diavolo, was now nothing less than a bristly, gnarly shell, staring Barbatos down from disease-ridden, red-rimmed eyes. A growl escaped the creature’s lips. It sounded too discomposed for royalty, yet too strong for a lowly critter. It was a sound so frightening it would certainly follow Barbatos into his busiest nightmares. 

“Barbatos,” the creature finally began to snarl. The name sounded sickly pale dripping off his lips. “I am the rat king. You will follow me to my sewer kingdom and become my rat butler.”

Suddenly, the figure darted towards Barbatos, all poise long forgotten, now nothing more than a rabid whirl storm of insanity. The flashing of red eyes was the last thing Barbatos saw before the darkness swallowed him whole, welcoming him like an old friend. 

and the barbatos passed tf out and diavolo felt highkey lowkey bad for scaring him like that or something idk 

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

S/O bought a Roomba,

taped a knife to it,

gave it a name tag with the name ‘Mr Stabby’,

and set it loose.

(main boys, please)

Love your stories!

Undertale Sans - One day you don't find your Roomba and discover Sans took it for a walk only to get a reaction out of the people in the street. He can't get over Mr Stabby. It's his new pet and his best friend.

Undertale Papyrus - He adds googly eyes on the Roomba so it looks even more ridiculous doing its task. It makes his brain happy to watch it clean the house while carrying its little knife. And it prevents him from doing chores he doesn't want to do. His ADHD is satisfied.

Underswap Sans - He's not sure what to think of Mr Stabby. First of all, he never saw a Roomba before and it scared the hell out of him the first time he saw it. But now? Now this poor thing looks ridiculous. It's small with a knife bigger than him. Who is it going to scare? If you wanted a guard dog... Adopt a guard dog???

Underswap Papyrus - He replaces the knife with a flower every time he sees it and now it's a daily battle between you two over Mr Stabby or Mr Flower. Come on, the Roomba is clearly cuter with a little flower, why would you tape a knife on it? The battle became so intense you're both using super strong tape to discourage the other now.

Underfell Sans - The thing is staring at him. Menacingly. Red hates it. Somehow, the Roomba cornered him and now he's shooting distressed glances towards his S/O. Help? The hell is this thing? He doesn't want it inside his house, get rid of it! He's going to have quite a few jumpscares in the next few days. He really doesn't like it.

Underfell Papyrus - He calls it Hellbringer. Now he has two weapons of massive destruction by his side. You cringe as he starts to laugh maniacally like an epic villain, carrying both his cat and the Roomba above his head. Ok....

Horrortale Sans - He's in a corner, growling at the Roomba. The thing surprised him while he was napping and now he distrusts it completely. Still, the Roomba refuses to hear his warning and comes closer. So Oak picks up the Roomba and explodes it in the wall lol. Rip Roomba.

Horrortale Papyrus - He didn't pay attention and accidentally walked on the Roomba... And on the knife. Now he's looking at you with sad offended eyes. You did that to him, feel guilty now! He's too tall to always watch where his feet are going!

Swapfell Sans - He refuses to get down the couch. This is witchcraft. He didn't touch the Roomba and it still activated on its own. This is some supernatural shit. Every time the Roomba gets close, he hisses angrily and tries to jump higher on the couch out of fear the thing will attack him. It's not funny! You still wonder how that coward is somehow the general of the royal guard.

Swapfell Papyrus - It's hilarious! He quickly understands the power of the Roomba on his brother and he keeps using it to traumatize him. His favorite thing is to hide it under Nox's bed, waiting for his brother to come in, and then activate it just to hear Nox's screams of panic as he tries to escape the evil robot. He will never get tired of this. His dream is to send Evil Roomba on live TV during a meeting with Toriel to see his brother freak out and the Queen completely panic over the reaction of her main counselor.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He's not impressed. He simply glares at you in a silent "Are you serious?" way. This thing looks ridiculous. The next day, he tells you he fix it. Mr Stabby is now covered with barbed wire and has a chainsaw. He even added an autodestruction device so he could explode in the face of the enemy. Uh. You're not sure about that feature honestly.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He met Mr Stabby for ten seconds but if something happens to him, he's going to kill everyone in the room and then himself. He insists Mr Stabby sleeps with you two in bed as it's obvious it's your adopted child. You never knew the Roomba was that big before you had to sleep with it. Coffee is very happy though.

[misc-obeyme]

nightbringer lesson 41

Welp. That sure was a lesson. As always, my unfiltered thoughts and spoilers are below the cut. There will be screenshots, you have been warned.

Everybody still doesn't know we were gone. The only one who is aware of the fact that MC was in a different timeline is Solomon, as far as we know. It's possible that someone is hiding their knowledge, but I see no evidence of that currently.

HOWEVER. All the bros are SUPER clingy. Lucifer is constantly getting on their case about the fact that they can't leave MC alone. And at one point, he says he's feeling inexplicably giddy and he thinks that's what his brothers are feeling, too. So there is something that's changed and they can all kinda feel it... but nobody knows what it is and they all kinda just brush it off.

There's a lot of "huh we just saw each other but for some reason..." kinda stuff.

When Luke first sees us, that poor boy just bursts into tears. Simeon wants to pet our head, but we can also choose to hug him.

I have been known to have this affect on children, but still.

Overall, the brothers are being very much themselves. Beel is eating things and relating everything to food, Belphie is sleepy, Asmo loves pretty things, etc etc.

See what I mean? We did have some excellent one liners like this and I'll get to more of those lol.

My point is, nobody is acting off except for the thing where they all react a little weirdly to MC.

For a good chunk of the lesson, I was like... and where the HELL is Solomon after all this, huh?? But I'll get to him, too.

Because guess what? Diavolo has had another great idea and this time it's... the RAD Science Fair!!!

...

WHAT.

This feels very much like the usual thing they do where MC always has to have some kinda goal that requires them to spend time with each brother individually. I'm still not entirely sure how that's gonna shake out with this, though.

There are seven categories or "fields of study" as they're called. They all start with Devildom, so it's like Devildom math, Devildom geography, etc etc.

Diavolo tells them that the student council members are required to enter.

So they spend some time thinking about what category they want to go for.

There's this part where they're all heading home from RAD and MC starts to leave with Simeon and Luke. They tell you that not long ago, Simeon and Luke tried to go "home" to the HoL. Weird. All very weird. They all decide to go to a cafe instead.

They're talking about which category they're going to choose and then... Thirteen shows up!

Thirteen is so excited to see MC she has to give them a hug! Huh. How weird. (It's not weird, my love, you can throw your arms around me anytime.)

ANYWAY, they have a whole discussion and I loved how involved she was. Though we never have enough Thirteen content. And of course, she's still not dateable...

Then we find out that Lucifer has just chosen his brothers' categories for them anyway. MC gets to choose who they want to pair with. I chose Mammon, but I don't know if this actually matters or not. Usually I go back and try different options, but I decided to leave this one for now to see if it seems like it's going to make a difference in upcoming lessons. I'll report back if it seems to change anything later.

At this time, you also find out that Diavolo has decided to enter all seven categories, too. Barbatos is also entering, but only three categories. I almost lost my shit at this part but at least Barb gets to do only three. Diavolo is a crazy man who enjoys doing this sorta stuff, but Barb needs to take it easy he already works to much!

And that's basically it! There's this one cute part where you're finally at the HoL where you can choose to hang out with a set of brothers. No matter who you choose, it's a cute little scene and it always ends saying you had a lovely time together~ (Personally I thought the one with Asmo, Belphie, and Lucifer was the most entertaining lol.)

You talk to Solomon on the phone at some point too and he tells you...

Yeah. I was like ARE YOU KIDDING ME. GET BACK HERE RIGHT NOW I NEED YOU.

And then he hits us with this:

And I was like, fine I forgive you.

BUT THEN. Spoilers here for the locked lesson (41-A, not the hard mode):

The locked lesson is of your very first night back. You're in your room at the HoL with Solomon. He tells you he's going to stay the night because the fact that the two of you suddenly appeared in this timeline might make things unstable. And if you're together, it'll be easier to tell if something's going wrong. Sounds like a feeble excuse to me, old man. I know what you really want.

But he also says this:

OH. Here I am like, it's a couple hundred, maybe a couple thousand? NOPE. SEVERAL MILLENNIA.

But then the brothers burst in and they're like we are not going to let you stay here alone with MC! So they have a gaming tournament in the common room.

Then when it's really time to go to bed, Lucifer stops you and Solomon before you get back to your room. He straight up kisses you on the forehead and says sweet dreams with a stupid smug grin before leaving and Solomon is like huh. That just happened.

YEAH WELL.

Solomon is back on his, you'll never be mine bullshit. (I'm not blaming him, it's not his fault, but it bothers me how often this narrative comes up because we never get the choice to resolve it. By telling him how much we love him.)

Of course if you tell him to cheer up, though...

Yeah, right after this we got a fade to black because you know he might've been talking about something innocent, like a kiss. But if I'm left to fill in the blank myself... well, let's just say I'm still in my smut mode.

Spoilers for the hard lesson now:

It's silly times with the Little Ds! I'm just glad we got more Dia and Barb content, to be real with you. They're pretty cute with the Little Ds.

Right after Barb says this, looking super aggrieved about it, Diavolo just laughs happily. Classic.

Extra stuff:

After the second story node, you get to see a chat between Raphael and Simeon. Raphael tells Simeon that Michael has summoned him, so he needs to go back to the CR for a few days. Simeon says okay and hopes that everything's all right. Then he tells Raphael to tell Diavolo. Raphael is like why? And Simeon says you're an exchange student from the CR, you have to get his permission to leave. And Raph is basically like okay, fiiiiiine lol.

Also, there is a very brief moment at the end of the last story node where we see Simeon acting odd. He's not really doing anything, he's just sorta grunting... like grh and frowning. If you ask him if he's okay, he says he's fine, he must not have gotten enough sleep. You get a chat between Luke and Simeon where Luke also asks him if he's okay and Simeon gives him the same excuse.

Sooooo what does any of this mean? I have no idea. Is it possible that the hard mode focusing on the Little Ds means there may be more to the Little Ds coming up? Is Simeon acting weird somehow related to Michael wanting to see Raphael? Does any of this Science Fair stuff mean anything or is it just another tactic to have MC spend time with their bro of choice? When is Solomon coming back? Why doesn't he have to enter the Science Fair? Simeon said that Diavolo wanted him and Luke to participate, so what about Solomon? Is he really out there gathering herbs? That feels like a weird thing to be doing at this particular moment.

And perhaps the most telling of all, what it does mean that this version of our characters remember things from the timeline we just left as if it only just happened to them?

All through the last two seasons, I have been trying to figure out why the characters from the past seemingly had memories of a future they haven't experienced yet. And now it's happening again. You could say they remember those past events, but they don't really seem to, do they? And even so, we now have confirmation that it would have been MILLENNIA ago for them. So this feels less like them remembering something that happened and more like they're just getting feelings that are related to the things that MC just experienced in the "past."

Ugh, okay, if I keep going I'm gonna make myself crazy. As always, we have not enough info and more questions than what we started with.

Onto my fave one liners:

Mammon's response to this is "Yikes!" And like... yeah, but damn Lucifer that's one hell of a threat lol.

Barbatos! Don't lump me in with them! :(

That was me in high school.

This part was just cute and wholesome in my opinion. This is the found family content that keeps me coming back to this game.

Anyway, after everything, I still just wanna know...

... where the FUCK is Nightbringer?

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

[discordsmuse]

Ill throw a writing idea at you.

Haarlep shows up at camp to pester everyone. (He's hungry and bored)

(Chaos ensues)

TY for requesting the silliest incubus, I love Haarlep! Also this isn't beta read lol, just slammed it out in an afternoon. I use they/them for Haarlep, and TW includes: Dubious consent, aphrodisiacs, semi-intoxicated fem!Tav, tummy bulge :) , semi-public fucking only because a tent isn't soundproof.

NSFW under the cut :)

“Oh, absolutely not.” Tav's arms came to rest on her hips, mouth twisted into a scowl. When returning from eradicating more of Orin’s cultists, she hadn’t expected to come face to face with her doppleganger once more.

Since her pact with Raphael, she'd been seeing much more of the fiend in and about her camp. Other than the occasional dinner at his House, however, his incubus left her well enough alone. This was a new low for Haarlep.

“Tav?” Wyll looked startled, looking between the woman crowded on his lap and the one standing at the entrance to his tent. The copy of the party’s leader was pouting, batting its eyelashes at the poor man. “What's-”

“Always spoiling all my fun,” the not-Tav crawled off Wyll and in a curtain of shimmering light returned to their usual form. Elegant horns curled from their forehead, a tail whipping behind them. As the leathery red wings unfurled from their back, Haarlep arched their back in a stretch. “Couldn't you have waited a moment, mouse?”

“And give you time to collect another face to parade around? I think not.” Tav snatched Haarlep by the leather strap of their harness and dragged the fiend out from Wyll's tent. “Where's Raphael?”

“Busy. Our master has much to do.” Haarlep snickered, entertaining Tav's frustration as they allowed themselves to be pulled along. “It's terribly lonesome in the House when I have no one there to entertain me.”

“Gods, so you came to seduce my friends for fun?”

“No, I came to seduce you for fun.” The incubus' tittering laugh grated on Tav's last nerve. “You were out and about saving the world. I just wanted a snack.”

“I was under the impression that you were allowed free reign because you could behave yourself.” Tav huffed. “Now I see it's merely because the devil can't keep you.”

“Ah, the little warlock loves to throw barbs,” Haarlep's tail curled around Tav’s ankle. “She's precious when she's angry.”

“Stop it,” Tav kicked away the tail and tugged the fiend inside her tent. “I'm summoning Raphael and sending you home.”

Clawed hands snaked around her waist, their skin almost too hot to bear. Warm breath fanned over her cheek, and Tav spun to chide them again but found herself locked in a kiss. The incubus’ teeth sank into flesh, tongue curling past her lips in the next breath. Haarlep kissed her like a lover, gentle and harsh all at once. Tav was overcome with the heady sensation of being adored.

Intoxicating warmth began to pool between Tav's legs, the aphrodisiac in Haarlep's saliva clouding her brain and sending the world spinning around her. The incubus purred into her mouth, catching her when her knees went weak and depositing Tav's body onto the bedroll.

It was difficult to move her limbs, impossible to push away Haarlep as they climbed atop her lap. Their tail curled and flicked like a pleased feline, watching her with Raphael's golden eyes.

“Now, I don't want to take all the fun for myself. Let me entertain you, pet.” Black claws danced up Tav's thighs, catching in the material of her pants. The fiend's head tilted to the side, their crown of horns serving as an impressive silhouette in the lamplight. “Or, I could leave and let you solve this little problem on your own.”

This time, their fingertips ghosted over Tav's clothed cunt. She whimpered despite herself and Haarlep didn't bother masking their glee.

“I hate you,” Tav hissed. Still, her hips chased the devil’s hand. The next words from her lips were quieter, sheepish even. “Please.”

“Good girl,” Haarlep bent over to press their lips to the dip in Tav’s neckline, unbuttoning the first few inches with their teeth. With each expanse of skin revealed, they left bruises and bitemarks in their wake. Their fiery, golden eyes watched her, drinking in every reaction with a hunger beyond mortal understanding. Tav knew she was being hunted, consumed like a luxurious meal but consumed all the same.

It took immense effort to reach up and take one of Haarlep’s curling horns in her hands, nails scraping against the keratin and catching on one of the barbs. The incubus hissed, and through the haze in her mind she caught their hips buck forward. This ruined their patience with the many buttons of her blouse, and instead they sliced a claw through it and pushed it aside.

“Hey-” Tav started to complain but was cut off when Haarlep sealed their lips around one of her nipples. Their forked tongue curled over the sensitive skin, and Tav’s back arched into the sensation. Rather than words, a moan worked its way out of her throat. Shifting her hips, she felt her underclothes stick to her arousal and cursed again when Haarlep refused to move lower.

“Mortals are always so impatient,” the fiend chided as they licked their way down her ribcage. “You’ll get what you want, now let me play.”

The incubus hooked their thumbs in Tav’s waistband, dipping their head to untie the laces with their teeth. If she didn’t feel half-drunk she might have marveled at the talent. Instead, her mind was occupied solely with thoughts of sex and desire thanks to the poison on Haarlep’s tongue. Her vision was edged with darkness, and all she could focus on was the fiend’s tongue as it slid along the seam of her cunt. She wasn’t certain when they’d gotten her pants and smallclothes off, but any concern was swiftly blotted out by desire.

“Delicious,” hummed the creature. “Always so warm and wanting,” Haarlep’s self-satisfaction was palpable, a clawed hand taking Tav’s waist and smoothing their thumb over the tender skin. Their mouth returned to her core, tongue dipping inside her to satisfy their hunger for the sins of the flesh. It felt like they were trying to drink her dry, mouth sealed around her so that they could reach the deepest part of her. The fork of Haarlep’s tongue pressed against the place inside her that made her back arch from the bedroll, crying out before she could press a hand over her mouth.

“No, mouse, let them hear. Don’t be ashamed. You do enjoy this after all.” They reached up to tear her hand away, much larger body dwarfing her even as she tried to fight it. Settling her palm flat on the floor, Haarlep returned their attention to her core. Two fingers slid through the slick that pooled at her entrance, their blunted nails barely impeded as they dipped inside her, “Just a little attention and you’re ready. How I love your body, pet.”

Tav wasn’t certain when the incubus had disrobed, distracted by the needy pulse of her clit as she writhed and whined at the attention. They removed their fingers from her cunt to smear her arousal on the ridges of their cock, dragging the flared head through her folds. In an attempt for more sensation, Tav shifted her hips against them, crying out when they pulled away instead.

“We have his attention, mouse. He knows what we’re doing.” Haarlep’s voice was rough with arousal of their own, lips pulled back in a toothy grin. Tav’s eyes went wide in response, realizing just who ‘he’ might be. “Ah, I knew you still had a pretty brain behind all that blind desire. It’s delicious to watch you submit to it.”

With that, they pressed forward just enough to slip the head of their cock inside her. Tav sucked in a breath, feeling her body protest the intrusion of something so much larger than a mortal man’s. Haarlep was kind enough to take their time, lavishing her skin with open-mouthed kisses and smoothing their thumb in slow circles around her clit. Tav was wet enough that the slide was easy, muscles relaxing as Haarlep caught her mouth in a kiss and clouded her mind further.

It only took a moment before Tav felt their hips meet, and Haarlep pulled away from the kiss to release a throaty groan. They smoothed a hand over her stomach, and Tav made a tiny nose of distress when she saw the way her stomach bulged out. The incubus pressed down, desire rumbling through their chest as they thrusted shallowly into her.

“You take it so well, little warlock.” Haarlep’s voice was a sigh, their eyes fluttering shut and head falling back. “I could spend all day inside you, wouldn’t you like that? Forget your little adventure, stay with me here.” The honeyed words were too sweet to hold an ounce of truth, and Tav shook her head. Words might not escape her, not when she was half-mad with desire. Still, she wouldn’t become their toy.

“No fun,” Haarlep sighted. “I won’t hold it against you, mouse.” Their thumb on her clit became more insistent, drawing the circles tighter. Tav could feel her muscles tense, hips tilting upward as everything drew taut. Then, her orgasm hit her like a wave, washing over her as her cunt pulsed and her nails dug into the bedroll beneath them.

“Yes!” This time, the words drawn from the incubus were a snarl. “Give your pleasure to me, pet. My perfect little warlock. How good you feel.” Their hips drew back, smacking against hers harsh enough to hurt. The pain was mitigated by the post-orgasmic bliss, and when their thrusts grew uneven, she felt a shudder rack Haarlep’s body as they filled her. They kissed her, tongue licking into Tav’s mouth once more.

A wave of exhaustion swept through Tav, and she let her head fall back against the bedroll. Haarlep pulled away, curling around her body and soothing her bruises with their lips.

“Rest, pet. I’ll clean you up.” Haarlep stroked their fingers over her cheek, pressing a delicate kiss to her forehead as Tav faded into sleep.

When she awoke later, well-rested and well-fucked, she might be embarrassed. For now, Tav was content to rest.

[luci-is-a-bitch-x3x]

Obey Me! Diavolo & Barbatos with a Goth MC! : basically my thoughts on what their reactions would be, how they would handle having a goth partner, ext.

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Welcome! to another part of this adventure! The characters may not be how you imagine! I apologize for any poor jokes, bad spelling, and terrible grammar. Without further ado, please enjoy the content. ♡

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Goth MC! who does the make up, the white foundation the "crazy" eyeliner, the black/grey or dark color eyeshadow and blush. Classic black or red lipstick with matching nail polish on the Mc's fingers. The saggy looking hair that matches the make up, oh so well. Goth MC! Who has the unkept look, but at second glance you can tell their well kept. At least to some extent. The Mc has raggy, ripped looking outfit but upon closer inspection its clear the outfit is perfectly kept up with. Goth MC! Who has an over extent looking outfit, looking like rags on rags, and the Mc has a dead looking apperance appearing to have risen from the grave. Almost the perfect example of a goth baddie. How will they react?

Diavolo

When Goth Mc crashlands in the Devildom, Diavolo is Fascinated! He may not understand why their dressed Goth but he still thinks Goth Mc looks adorable! Diavolo would ask all kinds of questions. "Why do you choose to dress like that? Is it a human custom? Goth?? Whats that? Tell me everything!!" This is all assuming he doesn't already know what goth is lol. Diavolo is just an excited puppy eager to learn anything about humans. So please entertain him with Goth culture or just tell him dark stories. Maybe even talk about music and how complicated that can be. He'll be amazed! "There's a whole sub-culture for Goth? Thats wonderful! You must tell me all about it!!" With those puppy dog eyes and that grin of his, Goth Mc would have no choice but to talk nonestop about goth things until Diavolo's curiousity subsides. If it ever does.

Diavolo can listen to Goth Mc for hours. Even when Mc leave Diavolo will be thinking about what Mc had been telling him. Instead of doing his paperwork he would daydream or think of more questions related to Goth culture just so he could ask Goth Mc. Barbs and Luci are banging their heads against the wall, so much unfinished paperwork. Poor bbys.

Dating Diavolo is super supportive. Diavolo loves Goth Mc's look! Humans somewhat looked down on the Goth apperance? Diavolo will make a Devildom where its the complete opposite! He wants Mc to be happy and safe in Devildom. I mean honestly, whos going to say anything to Goth Mc when the Demon Prince is standing next to them anyways? A psychopath? "No harm or hate shall come to you when hes besides you, Mc!" Diavolo will happily parade Goth Mc around formal events, arms linked proudly showing the Devildom that he's with them.

Speaking of formal events, Diavolo expects Goth Mc to dress gothic when attending an event. "You should feel comfortable being you, Mc. The Devildom is a Safespace for you." Or he'll make it one. Diavolo will gladly provide Mc with formal gothic attire if Mc doesn't have/can't afford any. He just wants to see his cute little human all dolled up! It fills Mc's gothic desires so win, win situation.

Diavolo is the Demon Prince so he is going to give Mc amazing gifts, and he'll do it all the time. No occasion needed! Diavolo may give Mc some extravagant goth item. Or maybe he'll bring Mc along to the grand opening of something spooky like. Diavolo doesn't care what it is if Goth Mc wants it he'll give it to them. As long as its reasonable. Diavolo may one day be becoming king, but Goth Mc is his ruler.

Barbatos

Barbatos can see the future so like he probably saw Goth Mc coming before they actually arrived in the Devildom. But even if he didnt,the most of a reaction Mc would see is an intrigued eyebrow raise. Barbatos is very good at keeping his composure. Nobody can know his thoughts or see how hes feeling hy his reaction.

I feel like Barbatos would enjoy the goth aesthetic. Similar to what i said with Satan's reaction, Barbs enjoys that the goth look appears to be an artistic outlit. Barbs also makes clothes so i feel like he would appreciate the Goth attire in general. Taking inspiration from it at some points.

Dating with Barbatos is pleasant. Barbs isn't always free. Hes a busy man babysitting taking care of the Demon Prince. However Barbs always makes it up to Mc. It can be small acts or even small presents just subtle ways of trying to apologize for not always being free. Barbs knows Goth Mc's favorite everything, as a butler its his job to be observant and know everything about those he looks after. So Goth Mc can expect their favorites with him.

Barbs will gladly sit and have tea with Goth MC as they teach him of Goth culture or talk about something dark. Mc's telling him about this gruesome horror movie they watched recently? He's nodding along and sipping his tea with a fond smile. He'll occasionally ask a question or add something into the conversation. "The suspense is killing me, do tell me what happens next my dear." Said straight faced, but he really is intrested!

Barbs doesnt find Goth Mc's appearance or interests offputting. Everyones fond of their own things, and he finds Mc to be very unique. Barbs is a high respected demon with a lot of power. I doubt anyone would say anything bad to Mc with him around, but if they did he would handle it very professionally. He would give them a snarky passive aggressive remark. He cant do anything crazy without "shaming" Lord Diavolo so he just handles it calmly and professionally. The poor sap that said whatever to Mc was never seen again tho. Mystery what happened lol.

Barbatos defiently gives Goth MC amazing gifts. He has connections everywhere, if he sees something goth or something that makes him think of Mc, he'll get it for them. Mc will also recieve outfits he made for them, obviously it matches their goth aesthetic. Barbs maybe a busy man but he's always thinking of Mc. He gives them gifts all the time, small or large with no reason other than- "I saw it and I immediately thought of you, my dear. I may not be allowed to be with you always, but you're forever on my mind." Barbs is unbashful and will gladly spoil Goth Mc, with compliments or presents and any other ways he can. He just wants his little human to understand he cares.

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Thats all for now babes! Hope you enjoyed!! ♡ This is not proofread. Feel free to comment or reblog any thoughts or any add ons you have! Next up will be: Solomon, Simeon, & Luke(platonic) Stay tuned! Stay safe! & EAT YOU'RE VEGGIES! ‹𝟹

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[copiouscouples]

Kanthony is What If Two Types Super Competitive Elder Siblings fell in love?

Polin is what if two Writer Dorks Who Ship fell in love?

Haha!

Yes! Kate and Anthony are so competitive and Type A. I love how their similar backstory added depth to their relationship.

With Polin, I think it's interesting that writing is like their only shared interest/quality except maybe giggling with each other. As well as their newfound love of smooshing each other. But, I love their differences and how much they complement each other.

Even though Colin is going through a personality crisis this season, him being a Bridgerton has always given him a baseline level of confidence. Sure, he may not be as rakish as his brothers, but he knows as a Bridgerton he will always have a certain measure of respect out in society.

Penelope has never had that. She is always unsure and scared. Her family doesn't have the financial and/or social stability that his does so her confidence often is not there or wavers. We hear it when she tells Eloise "We can't all be a pretty Bridgerton like you."

Penelope is practical and doesn't allow her emotions to guide her (usually). Portia Featherington IS her mother after all. Yes, she wants love but she isn't out here trying to be poor. She has great business acumen and has gone to great lengths to secure her bag.

Colin doesn't have to be practical because he's a Bridgerton and has his family's money behind him. Remember when he was going to run off with Marina? Not practical. Giving his brother drugs? Not practical. Interrupting Penelope/Debling on the dance floor? So not practical. He is led by his emotions.

Colin is a cinnamon roll while Penelope is a Hot Tamale candy. Colin is 90% sweetness and fluff - he can deliver a barb but it's very rare. He's always encouraging especially to Pen. He gives thoughtful gifts to his siblings. He's respectful to other ladies of the Ton. He's sensitive and caring.

Penelope is sweet but has a kick of spice to her. She is Portia's daughter after all. Her Lady Whistledown alter ego is just her letting that side of her personality have free rein. Plus the way she talks to her family- they're just getting their just desserts - but Penelope knows how to use her words to fight back for sure.

Honestly, I feel like Penelope would eviscerate Colin in their couple's fights. Like I'm maybe a little afraid for Colin, lol.

He's a mama's boy. She's neither of her parents' favorites.

Just a lot of contrasts between them. It makes them interesting as a couple.

[akane171]

I have read "D-Day with the Screaming Eagles" (to find things about Easy Company), so you don't have to (but you should because it's an amazing book).

-Mike Ranney was among those who received pathfinder training, Shortly before invasion, he requested back to his line company. He desired to go into combat with his close buddies.

-A few quotes from Winter's memoir, that everyone already knows xD

-Corporal Ray Taylor witnessed the moment Easy's Headquaters plane (with Meehan) was hit: "We were lined up in the first position in the doorway. As first manm I was knocked backward into the plane by the force of a neighboring plane exploding in the midair. One of its high explosive bundles, which were suspended underneath the plane, blew up as a result of a direct hit."

-HARRY WELSH, PEOPLE! "(...) was dropped from a plane that had been hit several times, he recalled: I came down over a burning plane that crashed previously. The heat made my chute go up and away from the flames and tangled in the hedgerow. I fell alongside the hedgerow and this probably saved my life. The field was infested with machine gunners and completly strung with overhead barbed wire poles".

-Also, it seems Harry's nickname was "Limey", lol.

-Every time Speirs is mentioned he is called Ron. Not Ronald. Ron.

-Also, interesting thing I didn't know about him "(...) Lt. Ron Speirs, who had once served as a British commando".

-"Carwood Lipton reacted calmly to the intense action about him. He had landed in a walled-in backyard in Ste. Mere Eglise with heavy machine gun fire being sent up toward him as he floated down. A building had been burning firecely down the street, lighting the area with eerie dancing shadows. Yet, Lipton remembered: I didn't have any trouble getting out of my chute. I was very calm (don't know why). Unbuckled each leg straps, belly band and chest strap. Checked myself over and saw that the only weapons I had were a trench knife, two fragmentation grenades and a demolition kit".

-"Walter "Smokey" Gordon had joined two men from his stick. He recalled: We heard a noise further down the hedgerow and one of the men went to investigate abd challenged with his cricket. A fragmentation grenade was tossed in our direction and we dived for cover. Shortly, we got moving again. We saw another soldier run across an opening and I went to get the fellow and in looking in the bushes for him found myself staring down the barrel of a 45. caliber pistol held by F. M. Talbert, our squad leader. I will always remember those white eyes in a blackened face behind that pistol!"

-Colonel Sink popularized the "hostiles" term and I find it hilarious.

-"Colonel Sink continued to fume and fuss throughout the morning due to the lack od communiation with any of his units (...)" and he was "brooding" xD and then he got a jeep and had a ride with a few poor souls through German lines, shooting and throwing grenades, running into a group of twenty German officers, and then they came back. And we thought Ron was mad xD

- There is a subchapter called "Strayer's stray battalion" and it made me laugh

-The attack on the battery is described. Aisde of the battle, Lipton remembered and needed to mention he was the one who bandaged Wynn's butt xD

Also, quotting Winters: Compton, who had been fooling around with a grenade let out a yell "LOOK OUT!" We all hit for cover but there was no cover, for you couldn't get out of the trench, and right in the middle of it was a grenade set to go off, which it did, but for some damn reason nobody got hurt." Lol, Buck, lol.

-Confirmed (by Lt. William G. Padrick) there was a statement to not take the prisoners on the first day. On the other hand, some of the parachuters have taken them, and were quite surprised Germans were shaken and sure they were going to be shot. So, I guess communication in American army was not one of the greatest? xD

-Also "Many other things happened from the time we landed, but I prefer to forget them (...) but some of the cruel cold-blooded things that some of the Germans did made us seen red. From that time on, we decided if they wanted to fight dirty we could too. We took very few prisoners compared to the number we could have, just for the reason. This was business is ghastly at best, but it can be terribly horrible" (Captain George L. Lage)

-Concluding, this whole operation is basically what SNAFU and Murphy's law are, but it as the author said "American paratroopers didn't know where they were, but knew what they were doing." AMEN

Ok, and there is a memory of a soldier from different company but I need to share it because it's fuckingly heartwrenching.

"Lt. Chambliss was an army brat - West Point - and the most idealistic person I ever knew. He was my platoon officer, very G.I., very strickt, but fair. He never drank or ran around and all the other officers must have been a little envious because they pumped the men for any lapses which they might used to needle him. There were none. Since he was so West Point, I conceived the idea o asking "Are we army or West Point?" All the guys in the 2nd platoon liked the idea so I stenciled 'West Point' over the breast pocket of all of our combat jump suits. We all showed up in formation expecting an uproar, but the Lieutenant gave no indication, then or in the days which followed, that he never mentioned. That of course was a let down, but we went into Normandy this way. (...) During the fighting in the exposed area near the bridge, he suddenly stood up and was shot twice. As he lay dying, he asked if anyone was there from the 2nd platoon, and when was told there were none, he told the H Company sergeant who was cradling his head that he'd like to know why we put West Point on out jackets. He wondered if we were mocking his background. I cried tears of shock and frustration and shame as his body was carried past my position. I keep wondering how he could have failed to perceive the great pride and affection we felt for him."

Now you can suffer with me ;_;

D-Day with Screaming Eagles by George Koskimaki.

[beelanddiavolosimp-blog]

I made something! You can use it to your advantage as well but I am dumb and forgot Luke my poor child.

Context! This will be basically my Mc's world where me and my sister are in devildom alongside everyone. (Updated feelings!)

Lucifer : I have heavy daddy issues so once I saw Lucifer and how he acted I was like 👀. There is a little red because sometimes I hate him so lol. Due to me having a massive crush on Dia and Beel I slowly had my feelings converted to friends since though I am a slut I am a loyal slut. So I did have romantic feelings/crush beforehand but my feelings became stronger.

Mammon: Ofc the poor boy is smitten but since it's with both me and my sister he has feelings for both. I absolutely adore him and if I didn't want dia and beel so bad he would be next in line. But I do also find him a great friend.

Levi: Lmao okay the little hate is because I cannot stand the way he talks I have stated this before but that's really it. Otherwise I think he'd be a great friend because I do enjoy anime and totally would play video games with 24/7. I do not find myself dating him and view him as only a friend. Though sadly I feel like he'd gain a crush on me with how often I'd be around him.

Satan: Don't get me wrong he is hot and all but not that much my type (doesn't like blondes). We would be great friends I feel like since we have bad anger issues to fix together. Again I feel like he would like me slowly because I love to piss off Lucifer and can relate to him.

Asmos: Now I have like zero romantic interest in him. So I would like being friends since I do enjoy makeup and skincare. Because I enjoy some angst I feel like he would gain a crush on me but I would have to push him away and let him see me actively love after someone else knowing I am not doing it on purpose.

Beel: straight up in love with him. Everything he does makes me smile and make my heart hurt. I feel like even though it's hard for him to speak of his emotions he would be heavily in love with me too. I adore family and would do anything for them along with being strong on my beliefs and opinions. I also often self sacrifice because I care for others too much. (I swear I am not trying to be a pick me I just see qualities the brothers would like about me and they would push feelings too far with them😭)

Belphie: of this little slut has a crush on me he is constantly up my ass and very protective whenever someone else touches me (not beel). I would definitely have a crush since I like protective men. Tho again my feelings for his brother would overpower that. I would absolutely love him as a friend because starting shit is so much fun and I adore sleeping.

Solomon: this fucker is someone my sister would go after so I will back off (in this au). We would be great friends and I'd probably tease him for the crush he has on my sister.

Raphael: surprise! I don't fully hate him anymore! He's grown a bit on me since I can see he does care a little but I still get irritated by him. I feel like he wouldn't care much for my existence and tolerate me when I am around but not fully hate me.

Meso: dear God his attitude in the game gets me furious. I will definitely butt heads with him and constantly argue. But I do feel like at a calming point we'd be a little bit of friends in that time.

13: my beloved wife I want to marry her. It'd be the classic wlw troupe of best friends who have secret feelings for each other that everyone can see but them.

Simeon: he's sexy to me and actually very sweet so I would have a tiny crush on him. That would soon turn to friends due to others but it would be like me and him raising luke basically. Which would lead to him liking me since he'd love me as Luke's (mom).

Dia: I am in love need to marry immediately. He is such a sweetheart that if I'd tell him slightly that I like him he would go off the rails and do anything in his power to come after me. (Id love it)

Barb: again belongs to my sister so no romance. We would enjoy tea and peace and quiet. Kinda like two older siblings finally getting a break together 🤣.

Luke: I would treat him like my little brother or son because he's so cute I wouldn't be able to resist. I'd be aiming for an older sister role but he most likely won't see me as that and more motherly.

Please do not take this as me being a pick me this is my take on how things would be like in my world/au of Obey Me and it could end in many different ways that I can write about if you'd like.