#solomon salt

[melodich4n]

SALSAR... It's very tasty...

He deserves everything in the world!!!!

[melodich4n]

I am crying it's so perfect.....

Anything for Dear Payaso!!! :D 💞

I genuinely cannot fathom how much I love this. I'm so grateful!

Artrade for @melodich4n

Caesar Clown and her dear Oc <3

[onion-salt]

tough times for us solomon and raphael fans rn

[radarchives]

[mangotortoise]

Finished four books this month! (Technically three books and a novella):

The Salt Grows Heavy by Cassandra Khaw: fucking amazing. Their style lends perfectly to the weird, slightly ambiguous, apocalyptic world of the setting and I enjoyed the unconventional romance (unconventional because how tf else am I supposed to describe the relationship between a mermaid and a sorta immortal plague doctor?) I might need to read it again, but the print version. 4/5

A House at the Bottom of the Lake by Josh Malerman: Super eerie, especially at the beginning. Kind of had this wonderous, childlike, dreamy quality to the story that still has me not sure which bits were real or not. Not a super spooky horrorific read, but enjoyable. 4/5

Beartown by Fredrik Backman: Lost my fucking mind this was so good. Was knitting through part of the audiobook and had to stop knitting and lie on the couch for the last twenty minutes. Got chills with the last line. 5/5

An Unkindness of Ghosts by Rivers Solomon: A DEBUT NOVEL? THIS GOOD?? Yeah no the style here was excellent and I usually hate Sci-Fi and loved this (the Worldbuilding was subtle which is more my jam.) Absolutely horrific given the subject matter (sort of a sci-fi twist on a spaceship with an antebellum style caste system. Heed the trigger warnings on this one.) Anyway Aster is an amazing protagonist. 5/5

[morethansalad]

Coconut Pudding — Vegan Dessert from the Solomon Islands and Tuvalu

[jesslovesboats]

Hello friends, I am back with more reading recommendations for your agonies! Next up we have the long awaited and much requested Sad Boat Fiction list. As with all of my lists, this is NOT exhaustive and there WILL be great books left off, and also you may or may not like these books! I only rec things that I've personally enjoyed or that come highly recommended by trusted friends, but taste in books is incredibly subjective, especially with fiction. If I missed your favorite, please add it in the comments or drop it in my DMs!

Now that I'm feeling more settled in my new job, I will hopefully have a lot more time to make book lists and do more virtual Readers' Advisory. I have lists in the works for women in polar exploration and companion reads for the HBO War series, but if there's something else you would love to see, please send me a message!

Classics of the Genre

At the Mountains of Madness by H.P. Lovecraft

The Terror by Dan Simmons

Moby Dick by Herman Melville

Dark Matter by Michelle Paver

Media Tie-Ins

Who Goes There? (Filmed as The Thing) by John W. Campbell, Jr.

The North Water by Ian McGuire

Cold Skin by Alfred Sánchez Piñol

The Terror by Dan Simmons

Graphic Novels

Whiteout by Greg Rucka

How to Survive in the North by Luke Healy

The Worst Journey in the World- The Graphic Novel Volume 1: Making Our Easting Down adapted by Sarah Airriess from the book by Apsley Cherry-Garrard*

*this is only fiction in the broadest possible sense of the term, but there is a shiny new American version of this book coming out with a gorgeous new cover and you should pre-order it immediately

Science Fiction

The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. LeGuin

Antarctica by Kim Stanley Robinson

Romance

Under a Pole Star by Stef Penney

The Ministry of Time by Kaliane Bradley

My Last Continent by Midge Raymond

Inspired by the Terra Nova Expedition

The Worst Journey in the World- The Graphic Novel Volume 1: Making Our Easting Down adapted by Sarah Airriess from the book by Apsley Cherry-Garrard*

The Birthday Boys by Beryl Bainbridge

Terra Nova: A Play by Ted Tally

Antarctic Navigation by Elizabeth Arthur

*this is only fiction in the broadest possible sense of the term, but there is a shiny new American version of this book coming out with a gorgeous new cover and you should pre-order it immediately

Inspired by the Franklin Expedition

The Rifles by William T. Vollmann

Minds of Winter by Ed O'Loughlin

Solomon Gursky Was Here by Mordecai Richler

On the Proper Use of Stars by Dominique Fortier

Literary Fiction

The Voyage of the Narwhal by Andrea Barrett

Migrations by Charlotte McConaghy

We, The Drowned by Carsten Jensen

Inspired by the Classics

The Route of Ice and Salt by José Luis Zárate

Ahab's Wife by Sena Jeter Naslund

Modern Day Antarctica

How the Penguins Saved Veronica by Hazel Prior

South Pole Station by Ashley Shelby

Where'd You Go, Bernadette by Maria Semple

Polar and Nautical Horror

Where the Dead Wait by Ally Wilkes

Dark Matter by Michelle Paver

Cold Earth by Sarah Moss

The Deep by Nick Cutter

All the White Spaces by Ally Wilkes

Dark Water by Elizabeth Lowry

The Deep by Alma Katsu

Happy reading!

[omnomnb]

hey guys i've been thinking (bad sign)

anyway. you COULD totally just slap them all in the middle and it'd work but i've chosen contemplation so here are my elaborations. obvs take a grain of salt with the undateables since we still don't know them as well

i will kill for you

barbatos and satan are confident enough in how far they're willing to go to keep you safe that the idea of them needing to die for you doesn't come up

belphie has to stay alive for beel

asmo does not want to die

all of the above are decent at taking care of themselves already (but will try harder for you if need be)

i will die for you

literally look at how undyingly loyal mephisto is to the royal family. to him it is noble to die for those you love and that is an ideal engraved in his bones

mammon does not think before acting and his first priority is always your safety rather than eliminating the threat. he doesn't think to retaliate against a blow, he only tries to take it for you

i will kill for you and die for you

raphael and beel are/were both warriors and protectors and unflinchingly ready to shed blood for their loved ones

raphael leans more to kill and beel leans more to die though. lol

i will kill for you and take care of myself for you

diavolo has to stay alive for the sake of the devildom, but he's willing to crush heads if it comes to it

thirteen walks with death and while it won't take her, she can ask it favours. the walk is lonely and she will let you join her on the path (and maybe even,,, hold your hand 😳)

i will die for you and take care of myself for you

levi isn't incapable of sending forth floods on your behalf but he's liable to impulsively think that the only thing he can do is die so that you'll at least remember him as heroic (and then remind himself that you already do)

i will kill for you, die for you, and take care of myself for you

lucifer's ego is simultaneously through the roof and six feet under. he's the best and also the worst and he'll do whatever it takes in any situation

solomon has very little that personally attaches him to this world that isn't a greater loyalty to his realm in general so he's willing to do just about anything. but also you soothe him and make his long life worth it because he met you

simeon was apparently 100% willing to risk falling for you even in s2, before he was romanceable, so he's the one whose love really transcends time. he'll both worship and disgrace himself for you without a second thought. also you make him forget his catholic guilt

[devildomwriter]

Fun Facts 681-690

• During the trick or treat event Raphael was busy trying to get photos of Lucifer in costume per Michael’s request.

• Leviathan has called Luke his lil bro

• Beelzebub joined with Mephistopheles to pretend to be villains so Mephistopheles’ little brother could pretend to be a hero and defeat them

• Lucifer believes Mammon’s kleptomaniac tendencies have deteriorated to the point of illness

• When Lucifer was hungover he threatened the chat not to send anymore texts and the next person would be hung from the ceiling. Levi didn’t see this and excitedly asked about anime before freaking out when he realized.

• Leviathan didn’t talk to Mammon for 50 years when he accidentally deleted his save data.

• Lucifer threw out an expensive piece of modern art Satan bought, believing it was rubbish.

• Leviathan’s favorite seasoning is Beryl Rock Salt

• Upon learning he wanted to share a new recipe with them, Diavolo did not allow Solomon into the Devildom

• MC shares that they learned the meaning of “Moe” after watching Satan sleep

671-680 • 691-700

[tsukii0002]

Imagine Solomon and Mc doing magic stuff in the demon lords castle and Solomon turns mc into a rat on accident, how do you think Barbatos will react and what he would do after he learns it's Mc from Solomon 👀

This is pure gold, I love it.

Well, Solomon decided to make a beverage, as usual and Mc, decided that who is afraid to die should not be born and played the guinea pig, as usual. All this had taken place in the demon lord castle, because what could go wrong? But as expected, it went wrong, and an explosion of smoke covered the room.

Solomon ?: “Mc? are you okay???”

Mc ?: “?? Solomon?”

Suddenly there is a high-pitched squeal of surprise, two little rats stare at each other with wild eyes.

Rat Solomon: "Don't panic Mc, I will find the solution, besides we are in the palace nothing will happen to us, being a rat is not that bad"

Rat Mc: "That's the problem Solomon!!, we're in the palace, do you know what that means?"

Rat Solomon: "Wh-"

The door suddenly opens and they both turn their heads to meet the demon that shall not be named.

Barbatos: *pale as milk*

Rat Mc: *making little gestures trying to explain their situation*

Rat Solomon: *laughing rat noises*

Barbatos: *slowly raising a broom*

Rat Mc: … “Solomon”

Rat Solomon: *still laughing* "What?"

Rat Mc: “I think we should run.”

Rat Solomon: “Wa- Why?”

Barbatos: *most terrifying look they've ever seen*

Rat Solomon and Rat Mc: AHHHHHH!!!!

For an interminable time Mc and Solomon were running away from Barbatos, who was torn between fainting in terror or setting the palace on fire. Mc realized they had reached the kitchen and separated from Solomon.

Rat Solomon: “Mc noooo, don't leave me alone!”

Barbatos: Your end has come vile creature.

Crak

Rat Solomon: !

Barbatos: ! *turning to see what had happened*

Rat Mc: *gesturing to get the demon's attention*

Barbatos: *grim look* You *approaching with broom in hand* What-?

Barbatos sees a message written in salt on the counter, where Mc had broken the canister.

Barbatos: An experiment went wrong and we became this, we are Mc and Solomon…?

Rat Mc: *nodding vigorously fearing for their life*

Barbatos: Why… *paling some more* Why of all possible creatures?

Rat Mc: *apologetic chirp*

Rat Solomon: *climbing up next to Mc* “Well done Mc, for a moment there I thought you had betrayed me, he, he, he.”

Rat Mc: “This is no time for that!”

Barbatos: *with a look of total disgust he grabs Solomon tightly*

Rat Solomon: *shrieks* "I can't breathe!"

Barbatos: *holding out his hand gently but in cold sweats to Mc* You owe me a very big favor for all of this….

Chills run all over the demon's body as he looks at the two humans, he's about to get dizzy.

Barbatos: A very big one…

Later that day

Mc: Sorry, I'm so sorry Barbatos.

Barbatos: *grinning darkly* It doesn't matter Mc, just make sure you don't get so careless again.

Mc: *looking away* I won't.

Barbatos: I hope so or you'll end up like him.

Solomon, still being a rat, is stuck in a maze fighting for his life against a crab.

Barbatos: *grinning look* I hope that teaches him a lesson.

Mc: *swallowing saliva* Good luck Solomon.

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This is the perfect opportunity for Barbatos to get “revenge” on Solomon without him being able to say anything to him xd.

If you've made it this far, thanks for reading <3

[melodich4n]

A Long Winter-Time Ago

A Platonic Solomon Salt (S/I) × Caesar Clown One Shot

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Warnings/Triggers: None, except some minor HC use that Caesar is a spoiled Nepo-Baby and some minor inspiration for his eventual Gas Coat since I like to imagine he gets cold easily and that it makes him look bigger and that Salt influenced a lot of his own habits later in life.

Genre: Platonic Fluff (potential minor Angst?)

Word count: 1,718

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The sun wasn't out yet as the moon glazed over the bright floors of whites. The snowflakes sprinkled overhead through the curling winds and twinkled above like added stars in the remaining night sky.

Each foot step crunched the covered path down the walkway to each house down the street, a line of homes that had their lights on for most. It was the awakened morning of a northern breeze that came through; The late winter that came finally during the night and calmed during the morning on the island.

Still, it was cold but Salt had her Zoan fruit useful this time around. Walking outside on her hybrid Merino form. The wool was a natural insulation for her. Only the top of her nose felt the chill of the crisp skies.

A little silhouette behind golden orb lights behind the windows disappeared as Salt looked up. The front door opened soon after.

“Finally. I've been waiting!” A pipsqueak tone erupted, as with frustration rode out with a sudden shudder as the cold came. The short kid with his black bowl-bob of a hairdo was already ruffled by the hit of wind. His golden eyes stared at Salt. He was sinking into his ugly brown fur-coat.

“Hey… I came out for you to take you to school.” Salt replied lightly, she wasn't offended by her friend's impatience.

“Yeah? And Let's go,” He grabbed onto Salt's sweater. Dragging the larger girl along. Urgent to push and shove along to start running on his small legs and snap out. “I can't be last at school because then my seat is going to be taken away like last time!”

“Don't worry. I promise. I woke up early this time to get out,” She was pretty swell in her mood, singing almost if one can tell. “ You'll have the seat. And I can sit next to you and then we can work on our project in that notebook you mentioned.”

“... Well if we're last we'll definitely not. I'm not sitting there in the class listening to just basic mathematical equations I already know!” He huffed further. Salt would then slowly skip along and finally rush along.

The two then made their way down the street of the town. Which surprised the only man out was a hauling wagon with a horse attached. He didn't say anything but the two stopped at a four way street of pathways, one to the store district, one to the lower income of the island, and the other to the beach, with the dock and massive shipment house were for imports and exported goods.

The moment arrived. A sudden shiver came across Caesar.

“Wait, Salt!”

He called out before Salt was nearly halfway to the street traveling down the pathway to the lower district.

She turned around.

“Payaso? What?”

“I'm cold.”

“Of course you're going to be cold, it's winter here.”

“But like, I'm really cold.”

Salt can't hate her friend for the fact this was likely the first time out of his home for Winter he got to be in. Yet she easily then skipped back over to cheat his coat.

“Your coat isn't working?”

“It's still cold. I don't know why, and it's frustrating me because Mother said it would be good enough.”

Salt then checked it with her hands, patting and touching the fur but the fur felt dried and weak. It was fake fur; instead it was faux fur. Salt frowned under the realization.

“This isn't real fur. Plus I think your coat is a hand me down.”

Caesar expressed genuine disgust. His eyes opened with anger second to him stomping his foot down. From what was a good mood now to a sour bordering temper tantrum.

“What a disgrace. I thought mother got me the best. She doesn't care for me? Now I'm going to freeze and she's going to be sad but she shouldn't because it's her fault.”

“... Come here, you can use my coat for extra warmth. ” She took her own coat off. Easily trying to calm the sudden outburst Caesar had.

“I got my own wool to keep me warm. I think my coat is overkill but I just enjoy being warm anytime of the year.”

“Wool? You're lucky. I wish I didn't have to be cold. I don't want to use your coat. I want a good coat of my own,” he sniffed. “Plus it probably smells…”

“Maybe you smell stinky...” Salt retorted. “Boys always stink more than girls. Maybe your coat is so stinky it rotted all the stuff that keeps you warm.”

He stomps on her foot.

“ OW YOU!!!”

She then smacked him in the face. A loud whip of her hand was heard.

Caesar Clown froze and stared at Salt. The redness showing in his cold face, a red appeared. She really did smack him harshly. He teared up.

Salt stared at him from a frown now into a soft look. She felt… Sorry.

He erupted into a loud screech

“You hurt me… Salt! I thought we were friends!”

“We are! You just never want to take what I give because you want everything just for you that was made for you!”

“But… I want it for me because that's yours. Not mine. I don't want it.”

Salt paused. Taking in the words again this time more carefully. She realized she had likely mistaken his words. Yet she felt still pushed away in a sudden turn of things. She held her hands into bawled fists.

“Now leave me alone, you don't like me. Don't you?

“But you hurt me first.”

“That's because you made fun of me.”

“... You should learn to accept some help?”

“I already was generous enough to let you with my project… Now we're going to be late because of you making me mad!”

Salt huffed and her own cheeks rushed with anger. She would turn her head to the side and shake her head.

“Come on.”

“No. You should apologize to me, Salt. I don't want to go now.”

“But you're going to freeze.”

“Well, you should have thought of not smacking me first then…”

Salt let out a loud given sigh and swung her hands around now freeing her hands from her fist.

“ Let me just take you into my hold, I'll try to cover you from the cold until we get to the school. Then you can leave me alone then.”

His face was red from the crispy air freezing his tears and snot. Although it was gross and Salt hated that, she wrapped her arms around him. Trying to pay his shoulder.

Caesar nearly was about to shove her before he did feel much warmer. Although not perfect. He pushed aside his anger momentarily. The wool made him suddenly go quiet and breathe more regularly. Only then under his breath he spoke once again.

“Get me to school.”

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The next day it was cold again, this time after school. Things were still awkward but Salt came over this time, knocking on the door only for the small little boy to pop out from his home. He nearly shut the door before Salt forced a foot in. The little kids were full of their personalities and grudges already and Salt was too stubborn to let a door be shut on her face.

“Payaso! I have something for you.”

When he was frustrated with her keeping the door open. He looked at the box in her hands to then slowly open the door. The cold was freezing him.

“I promise just take the box… I made I for you.”

Caesar looked around then behind him, speculating if anyone in his family was around before facing Salt. He took the box and sat down there at the entrance with a small thud on the hardwood floor before the box was then abruptly opened and revealed then a wooly wrap of a mess.

“... Huh?”

“Unfold and shift it around and you'll see.”

He then carefully caressed it flat and reworked it to be then given that it was actually a wool coat. A soft lovely wool coat with the front being stitched with his initials.

“Huh. What's this?”

“You said before I was the lucky one to have wool while you froze. I felt bad for smacking you and thought maybe this can replace your sucky-coat and be a good apology gift. You seemed to like soft things.”

“I hate the cold.” He spat.

“Yes but… This? Do you like it? I added your initials so everyone knows it's yours and only yours. Because, like my coat. It's mine and only mine.”

Caesar was a bit unsure how to respond then. The anger. It seemed now just turned into confusion.

“You remember what I said?”

“Yes. I just felt bad. Payaso. You're my only friend and I can't leave you with other nerds who think I'm weird. I have to know what you like!”

He turned his head to the coat before he threw it over head and slid the sleeves on. He felt instantly comfortable the first time he suited it on. Be it, a bit oversized but it felt right. He got onto his two legs.

“I guess you can still be my friend… But boys do not stink, not me. I'm the only one who doesn't stink.”

“You never smell. I was just saying that as a joke…”

“ Okay I see. Well I'm busy- my mother said dinner was going to be done soon. I'll put this away. The cost is very nice because it's not fake like the fur coat I had.”

“So are the plans back up?”

“Yes. The plans are up.”

“I'm so glad. I knew we wouldn't break our friendship over that.”

“... Yeah. Now seriously. Leave. I'm hungry.”

“Okay!”

Salt turned and hitched her way out from his vision. He closed the door behind her before he scooped up the box. The cost he wore was much warmer compared to the coat. The initials also were neat. Just like Salt did with everything she wore, now he had his own “Caesar” thing.

He would put the box into the trash and go to the kitchen to see where his mother was at making dinner.

[venuscrashed]

Basically salt against the demon bros

Word count: 500 something

Warnings: Shit fic, Bad like REALLY bad writing, not proof read, just wanted to get something out

“Do you think it’ll work?” Mammon looked at you as you both stood in the kitchen. Salt in your hand, his hands on his hips.

“It has to,” you both looked down. It was normal, human salt that you stole from Solomon. Recently the brothers were shown a couple of horror movies and they used salt against the demons. It also didn’t help that a lot of ghost hunting games used the same technique. Mammon had the bright idea to try it and it was encouraged by Satan and Belphie for a joke against Lucifer.

Just as you were about to pour some salt lightning cracked and the whole room turned dark for a second. When the lights came on Lucifer stood next to the both of you. Arms crossed and eyes narrowed, sweat drops went down both of your faces before looking at him.

“H-hey Lucifer! How’s my favorite older bro?” Mammon took the salt and hid it behind his back. A bright smile on his face with shaking hands. It was plainly obvious that he was hiding something but he still thought he got away with it.

Lucifer’s menacing aura towered over the both of you. An eerie smile on face with closed eyes. Hand over his chest in his usual stance with a polite but bossy tone. Purple flames behind his back, “what are you hiding?”

“Nothing!” You both said in unison. You internally cringed at yourself for what you said but eventually you become alike after spending so much time together. Which only causing Lucifer to furrow his eyebrows with his finger. He looked at both of you. Eyeing the way Mammon's shoulders were shaking and how you avoided eye contact. With a sigh he placed out his open hand, motioning for the object.

Without a second thought you swiped the salt from Mammon's hands, he let out a gasp. You shoved the salt into Lucifer’s face but took it away before he could grab it. “It’s just salt. We were just going to see if it worked against you.”

“Yeah!” Mammon shouted but turned to look at you. Eyes wide and mouth open from the immediate betrayal. “Huh?”

“It probably won’t even do anything,” you said. Pouring the salt at Mammon's feet, creating a line. He tried to walk over it but found his foot wouldn’t move. Like it was trying to go through a wall. “Oh…Would you look at that!”

“Now wait a min-“ just as Lucifer started walking you poured salt at his feet again. Both brothers being stuck and unable to cross the barrier.

You just started laughing loudly. Looking at the salt with stars in your eyes. “This is the best thing in my life! I’m pouring it in front of my room!!”

From outside the kitchen the rest of the brothers started yelling. Arguing about it with Mammon yelling. Lucifer just stood there with his mouth open as he watched you run back to your room. Salt high above your head like a new god and happiness found.

[onion-salt]

so uh. solomon lovers. Hhow are we feeling about tje new solomon card. are we feeling notmal. im feeling normal.

[once-in-a-blood-moon]

Domestic Witchy Things You and Solomon Do Around Cocytus Hall

Sweeping bad/negative energy out of the Hall.

Hanging bells on the front door knob to cleanse the energy when either of you enter.

Keeping a jar of water on a windowsill overnight during a full moon to charge it and make moon water.

Having a shelf of different types of spiritual waters, such as - moon water, rose water, sun water, florida water, etc.

Using florida water when washing your clothes to energetically cleanse them.

Turning a broom upside down when there are unwanted guests in the Hall.

Having a few pieces of paper with the names of people who have done either of you wrong in the freezer.

Having a pitcher of wild violet lemonade in the fridge.

Candles on the coffee table, candles on the mantle, candles in the kitchen. Candles, candles, candles!

Keeping a large stash of birthday candles for quick candle magic :)

Painting the front door purple.

Bay leaves everywhere.

Sigils everywhere.

Spiritually cleansing anything new either of you bring into the Hall (clothes, trinkets, etc.)

Using rosemary to smudge and cleanse the Hall (Cocytus Hall always smells and feels nice because of this)

Having a deck of tarot cards on the coffee table that are almost never in the box.

Clapping at random times to sound cleanse a room that feels off.

Keeping a large shelf packed full of magic books, boxes holding herb/crystal chip vials, and other little (or big) trinkets.

Putting certain crystals (like black tourmaline) in the corner of every room.

Making your own black salt.

Hanging wind chimes outside.

Stirring your intentions into your coffee/tea each morning together.

[books-and-catears]

Solomon: I have been having a strange feeling lately...

MC: What feels strange?

Solomon: For the past few days, people have been nicer than usual lately, even Barbatos is quiet rather than insulting to my face like usual.

MC: Is that so?

Solomon: Yes even Lucifer and the others seemed less irritable when I asked if you could take a few days off from working at HOL, usually they make such a fuss!

MC: That's great news, isn't it? Finally they are treating you with the respect you deserve. Now you relax your head while I get dinner started.

Solomon: *staring at MC* How odd....

Luke: Solomon, psst! Solomon!

Solomon: Luke? What are you doing at the window? At this hour??

Simeon: No worries I'm with him.

Solomon: Simeon too? Goodness...what is going on?

Luke: MC got angry is what happened! They cast a spell on the entirety of HOL, RAD and even the Demon Lord's Castle!

Solomon: What? But I didn't detect any malicious magic in any of those places.

Simeon: Yes well...that's because the spell is meant to affect anyone else but you.

Luke: MC cursed anyone who dares to badmouth you to lose their voice for 3 days. And if they still try to communicate something bad about you, they will immediately get a sharp stinging pain within their throat.

Solomon: ...

Solomon: *blushes and bursts out laughing* MC! Ahahhaah!

MC: *annoyed* Have things gotten so bad at HOL lately that the angels have come to rat me out?

Simeon: MC please you have to lift the curse. Luke, Raphael, Asmo and I are the only ones who can talk in the house.

MC: Wait even Beel?

Simeon: No he still has his voice, he's just silent to be in solidarity with Belphie.

Luke: And every time anyone else needs something, it turns into a game of charades!

Luke: Yes! Only yesterday it took us an hour to figure out that Mammon was asking us to hide him from Lucifer and not a huge five horned monster with large nails and teeth!

Simeon: And Asmo who is actually faster at understanding his brothers asks them to do his errands in exchange for help. It's an utter mess.

Solomon: Pfft-

Luke: And the other day we accidentally gave Satan salt instead of sugar for morning pancakes and he destroyed the kitchen so we could only eat takeout!

MC: *smiling triumphantly*

Simeon: And uh...we also have a letter from Diavolo who is currently in detention. Apparently he has been misinterpreting Barbatos's orders of finishing his work on purpose and sneaking out of the castle!

Luke: Please MC, living in a house with 7 demons is already hard enough!

MC: ... alright very well. I'll go dispell the curse tomorrow morning. You can eat here today, I'm making dinner.

Luke: Yaay! No more instant ramen!

Solomon: *leaning on the kitchen door watching MC work*

MC: *humming happily*

Solomon: Hey MC

MC: Yes Solomon, from outside the kitchen please.

Solomon: ...I love you too.

MC: *blushes and looks away*

[eudemonia13]

Light in the darkness

Solomon x Reader

Light angst. W.C. 1099 Solomon thinks about his adorable aprentice as they rest beside him.

He saw light in you, passed the glimmer of sunlight on your skin as you bathed in the warm rays of your home world, passed the brilliance of neon signs and late night artificial rainbows that painted your eyes a stunning palette of colour, shades he would chase in his dreams as his subconscious processed yet another memory of you.

An abstract keepsake that he would hold onto as long as he lived. When he had long forgotten the grassy fields, the taste of salt and sugar, when the last drop of his blood had dried. When the death of the world and the collapse of the sun had claimed the last slivers of light, he would remember you.

Tucked away with all the other parts of you he held dear. His thoughts were a kaleidoscope of you. The movements, the laughter, the rhythm of your heart beating. Everything stored away in the most precious archives of his mind.

No, he saw it there in the darkest nights of the Devildom.

Bright and soft as the dawn, light that emanated from you like the warmth from your skin as he rested in your arms. It enveloped him and cast the shadows in his mind into slumber.

He loved you, he loved you in ways that felt like sparks and fire. A firework, piercing the darkness with a violence that could only be human. So fleeting, and yet you burned yourself into the entire realm's consciousness like an afterimage, trails of fading sparks that still glowed as they rained from high. A fraction of time that outshone the dim embers of eternity.

He used to sparkle, he used to glow. And he still did, the hunger in the demon’s eyes told him as much. The subtle glances the angels passed behind his back when he was once allowed entry into the Celestial realm told him as much. There was still enough left in him to want, to covet and bide their time over as turn after turn of the games they played went on.

Solomon smiled, a reflex that had rooted into him and pulled the corners of his lips into an unreadable neutrality, a defence given to him by the slow erosion of millenia uncounted. Hard learned lessons like waves rolling the sharpest rocks into smooth, flawless stones, he had lost that earnest part of him to the oceans long ago.

What he felt, the vulnerability and timid honesty of his feelings even here when he was alone with his thoughts, was too intimidating to show without a mask. So he smiled to himself in the darkness of his room.

He used to sparkle, like you did now.

Still warm, still forgiving even as beings far beyond your reach played over you like a prize, like a bet. Like you weren’t human. Still bright, still shining.

He pulled you closer, tucking his head against your shoulder as you slept, chest falling in gentle crests, like waves rolling over him with every rise and fall. Time had no hold on him, not here. Not with you.

His dearest, his confidant, his…

What was he to you? Surely, he meant at least something to you. But in a room of flushed faces, of hands reaching out to you… How close was he to your light?

A Prince, strong and unmoving to the little problems that once battered him in his youth. He was safe, he was luxury and adventure and lightheartedness, still after everything in his long, long life. Passion and elegance… And knowing you would always come second to the inevitable need of his people.

A Demon, as capable, as beautiful and loyal as he was prideful. Having made his place in the Devildom from what was once scorn and misery, but now stood as one of the most powerful and respected Devildom Elite? Who offered you seduction, and complete ownership over his heart and soul? At least… So long as you could withstand his heart being locked behind the burden of pride, and obligations that could never be put off for more than a night before he would be buried by paperwork yet again.

And his brothers, demons of high regard all their own. But he hardly needed to slander any of them to highlight their glaringly obvious shortfalls.

An Angel, kind and devoted, cunning and artful in everything he does. He was warm, and soft like spring rain, dewy and beautiful and calming to even your soul itself. He would give every part of himself to you and not ask for anything more than your happiness. And yet he was forever shadowed by the choices he had made, and had not made, and the knowledge of what would come from those fateful decisions… But truly, what could he say against Simeon? That he was bad with technology and he was afraid of the terrifying and confusing future ahead of him? Solomon knew that what his friend offered you could hardly be painted as ‘bad’ in even the harshest light.

Was that cruel of him? To weave his words and sharpen his tongue against those he has come to think of as friends? Even in the seclusion of his mind, could he take that from you? Could he appear just a little bit better, here, where none could hear him?

Solomon, the wise. Solomon, the witty sorcerer. Solomon, protector of Humanity. Solomon, who loved you with all his heart. Who had protected you when you were nothing but a defenceless human thrown to the wolves of the Devildom that first year of the exchange program. Solomon, who had risked the fate of the human realm just so that you may not hate him for the awful choice that must be made. Who had put the fate of everything he had devoted his immortal life to protecting, into your hands knowing full well that you might not choose what he would.

Solomon, who looked at you and saw everything he loved, everything he had sworn to protect and cherish deep in his heart where nothing could take it from him again.

Solomon, who loved you knowing he would lose you too.

And Solomon, the manipulative, the wolf in sheep's clothing, the untrustworthy sham of a sorcerer who used and conned anyone he could benefit from. Solomon, the human who had lost his humanity. Solomon, the liar. Solomon, the demon.

He wondered, silently. Wordlessly as his hands shook with the slightest tremble as he pulled you against him even tighter. His Light, his Truth… His Protector.

Who was he to you?