#thank you for indulging :DDD

[laufire]

👀👀👀

postpartum depression — right! I put it as minor because Talia is one among several pov characters and it's only the main focus in 1-2 flashbacks iirc; though it does colour her dynamics in the present, and it's something she discusses.

FWIW -it's something I might also explore more in depth with Steph in a different fic; and maybe with Talia herself, if I end up doing something with this. I'll probably include all manner of physical pregnancy related issues... Those are horrifying.

amputated leg + missing eye — 🤫 yeah I think this one is something I've straight up said ñlakjsfasf. It's more than just Dami/Colin btw! This will be the series with Duke & Jason shenanigans (the murder issue, wild west time travel; though Jason isn't injured yet in those), among other fics (Chris Kent parentrapping Clois, and a Jaytim which I know you're not interested in lol, but that's the one with most focus on Jason's ailments).

aphasia — correct again! the brain was deprived of oxygen for too long during his grave scape and this Jason didn't enjoy the benefits of the pit.

heart transplat — not Bruce, but this made me realise I forgot to include Bruce's injuries in the blood transfusion fic on the list... and you know. lately I've been thinking about the idea of Bruce being permanently paralysed, circa Knightfall (no magical cure for him), but without wanting to write more than one (1) Knightfall fic lmao. and the blood transfusion fic is absolutely the PERFECT place to put it 🤔

hearing disability — it wasn't Dani, but I'm totally stealing your idea here because it fits PERFECTLY. thank you for that xD

blindness — not Roy but oof. that'd be rough.

seizure disorder — not Dick but I should think about other ailments to give to that man asdñlkfjasf.

brain bleed etc. — right at first try! Damian was born quite prematurely in the YJTV fic (where Ra's is somewhat better to his family -depending on how genuine you think he's been-, which I suppose it's fair because so is Bruce with his lol). but you know, it's an interesting headcanon for comics canon and the al Ghul dynamics there. I usually go with Talia trying to put him up for adoption and Ra's caughing her (except in the one WIP where he doesn't find out until several years later), but this could be interesting.

also, I got something else in mind for gothic heroine Steph...

PCOS — not Barbara, but someone else guessed that and you know, why not. I have PCOS and it's my right to give it to anyone and everyone xD (though I also have a headcanon of Barbara as a trans woman that I might use in some fics. she'll get to avoid it there!)

AIDS — I tend to go with cancer (ovarian/breast cancer specifically) for Catherine (though it's not something I've explored yet), but this would be interesting too.

Alzheimer's — not Bruce, but you're also not the first to guess this and... yeah I think I might eventually tackle this. it would be something absolutely terrifying for him.

thanks for that list! I'm writing those down too lol.

(also re: your tags, I like to keep Lois infertile -PCOS for her too- and Clois biochildren completely out of the picture, but that's an interesting headcanon for Jade especially)

this happens in other types of stories too, but it's like superhero canons and their magical healing recurrences make me all the more eager to give my favourite characters chronic and incurable injuries, conditions, illnesses and maladies and whatnot. ig it's getting sadistic with my blorbos and blorbinas time again, because I just had the thought of giving [redacted] a heart transplant, with all that would entail... honestly, I think part of me just loves the excuse to go down the rabbit hole of medical research lsjdjdjdns.

[shining-gem34]

||Just know I very much love @everlastiingiimmortals and @celestial-narwhal <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

[factual-fantasy]

Draw your favorite ghost type pokemon? For the littlest bit of self indulgence?

My favorite Pokémon overall is Dusknoir! And he just so happens to be a ghost type! :DDD

Thank you for the suggestion! This really got my creative juices pumpin, for some reason- XD and so I went back to soft line art for this piece! :0 I forgot how tedious it could be <XD

[7ulpix]

heyy, could you maybe write an obey me x fem reader headcanon about a reader who's slightly depressed, needs a lot of motivation and nice words and comforting to get through the days

just like overall demotivated for everything, school, eating, doing something fun

Hppe this is okay for you!!

OM With a Depressed F!Reader

🌧 warning(s): talks of depression/angst(?)

paring - obey me • reader

word count: 308

💤 request - yep!

🌧 author's note - thank you for the request! (/-w-)/ I hope you're doing alright!!! Make sure to stay hydrated and remember to eat snacks throughout the day! You didn't specify so I decided to just do Lucifer + Mammon for now <3

- 🌧 -

Lucifer

One of the first of the brothers to notice your lack of motivation in doing things. It starts to concern him, and he always reminds you that his office is open to you if you want to chat. You seem to find very little joy in doing things. Everything seems so mundane to you. You eat very little at dinner. Lucifer starts to recognize these signs, and plans to motivate you.

He hopes to give you motivation to continue on with work/schoolwork and reminders to stop and take a break every now and then. He wants you to eat little snacks every now and then, throughout the day, and indulge in your hobbies and have fun. He sets timers on his DDD, to text you and remind you daily. Always welcomes you into his office, just to be in your presence. "MC, I'm always here if needed. That's only if you need help, of course. You're doing wonderful."

Mammon

Notices your lack of amusement in his usual tactics - this one makes you giggle and smile each time??? HAS HE WORN IT OUT (He only says it 110 times per week 😞💔)

He stays silent about it until he notices your grades dropping, your lack of appetite, and lack of really putting in work into anything/everything you do. He grows even more concerned as time goes on before he confronts you in your room one day. He reminds you that he's your #1 demon to go to, and if you need anything, he's here. He stays around your room on a daily basis, always checking in, even when you reassure him, he still doesn't believe you. He skips his classes at RAD, to follow you around and carry your bag(s). He even sneaks into your classes to motivate you and sneak you snacks (and your table mates sometimes).

[devilevlls]

May I request a #2 barbatos and mc? Also take care of yourself!

Heey! Thank you for the request 💚 Hope you like the quick drabble!

Please tell me, this is not why you woke me up 🍨

Barbatos is caught off guard when MC unexpectedly wakes him up in the dead of night with a surprising request.

"Barbatos…" The soft murmur was the first thing the demon heard before being jolted awake by a sudden weight on his chest, followed by a flurry of movement.

Before he could fully process what was happening, MC had thrown themselves on top of him, wrapping their arms around his waist in a tight hug and nuzzling against his neck with an eagerness that was both endearing and perplexing. Barbatos, still groggy from sleep and not fully awake for all this commotion, blinked in confusion.

"You know… I'm craving some sweets…" MC's voice was a mixture of playfulness and longing as they pouted, shaking his body gently to keep him alert. "Please make one of those hellish Parfaits for me…"

Barbatos let out a soft sigh, his voice low, raspy, and still heavy with sleep. "Please tell me, this is not why you woke me up,"he murmured, his brow furrowing slightly as he struggled to fully wake up.

The demon butler looked at MC for a long moment, trying to discern whether their request was a joke, but the excitement in their eyes told him otherwise. With a resigned sigh, he reached for his DDD to check the time, his eyes widening when he saw that it was 3 AM.

"MC, you shouldn't be awake at this late hour. Humans need their rest," Barbatos advised gently, concern lacing his words as he shifted to sit up in bed.

"Pretty please…" MC's voice was soft and pleading as they continued to nuzzle against his neck, their warmth seeping into his skin.

With a reluctant smile, Barbatos relented. "Alright, alright. But you must promise me that you won't be too loud. We wouldn't want to wake the young lord," he said, reaching for a warm robe and slipping it on before extending his hand to help MC up.

Taking his hand eagerly, MC nodded with excitement, their eyes shining with anticipation as they walked hand in hand through the dark corridors of the demon lord's castle, guided by the soft glow of torches lining the walls.

As they made their way to the kitchen, Barbatos couldn't help but feel a warmth bloom in his chest at the sight of MC's infectious enthusiasm. Despite the late hour and the impending task of preparing a devilishly decadent dessert, there was nowhere else he would rather be than by their side, indulging in their sweet cravings and savoring the moments of quiet intimacy that bound them together in the depths of the night.

Drabble prompts you can use in your requests!

[iridescentmirrorsgenshin]

I love all of your analysis of these two losers ❤️ I have yet to read the full essay (soon! I just need time) but have you done a part on this NPC who talks about (supposedly alhaitham) a big guy buying crates of wine and muttering something about it being enough for an apology?

I can't remember exactly where but it was a merchant in either sumeru city or port ormos. I'm leaning on the city and possibly in the inner market near the theatre. I'll try looking tomorrow and send you another ask

Hiya! Thank you so much for your ask! I’m so glad to hear you’re enjoying the haikaveh brainrot hehe, we’re all in the basement together! <3

I know the one you’re referring to! This should be it, it’s from a vendor in the Grand Bazaar:

I didn’t mention this in the essay because of it being speculatory, but I’m more than ready to speculate here. I agree, this is most likely an inference to Alhaitham, not only considering his status as a Mahamata but also due to the fact that it’s an integral part of Alhaitham’s character that he prefers to be unknown. Even when he serves as the Acting Grand Sage, people don’t typically recognise him due to how little known he is despite his primary role as the Grand Scribe, as seen in his story quest. This would align with why the vendor admittedly has no idea who this particular customer was.

Drinking, particularly wine, can also relate to both Kaveh and Alhaitham, as this is an activity they both partake in together. Alhaitham’s voice-lines express that he likes to have a drink after work, along with his demo showing him drinking wine with Kaveh, Cyno and Tighnari, and him apparently stealing Kaveh’s beer in A Parade of Providence. Similarly, Kaveh also states his preference for drinking in his voice-lines, as well as his overindulgence in this hobby being highlighted in his hangout. Additionally, the furniture item ‘Monthly Frustration Be-Gone’ references Kaveh buying expired wine in order to get a discount.

Since this is an NPC conversation, it’s also worth noting other external worldbuilding details, such as the bulletin boards of Sumeru. In the three exchanges Alhaitham and Kaveh have, all of them reference drinking in some way, in that Alhaitham typically indulges Kaveh by paying for his tabs – revoking this only when they have a disagreement. Lambad also notes that Alhaitham and Kaveh go drinking together, as well as Kaveh picking up wine ordered by Alhaitham.

Alhaitham buying wine for Kaveh to make up for some disagreement between the two aligns with all these established details. When considering the typical exchange of Alhaitham refusing to pay for Kaveh’s drinks when Kaveh disagrees with Alhaitham’s views, it makes sense that it would also work in reverse – as in, when Alhaitham trespasses on Kaveh’s views which leads to Kaveh’s upset, Alhaitham would buy him drinks to make up for it

Alongside this, character description wise, there is no other convincing contender as to who else this could be? Alhaitham uses the tall male model, and is the only tall, relevant member of the Mahamata that the player is aware of.

Given all these context clues the game gives us, I’d say, yeah, this is our resident loser Alhaitham!!

If I’m honest I think about this dialogue a lot :DDD so thank you for giving me an excuse to talk about it hehehe I hope you enjoy the essay when you find the time :’) <3

[fiber-optic-alligator]

(Not a request dw)

I dunno if my ask went through, but just in case it didn't.

I want to say that I do love what you wrote about what I sent in! :DDD

It was SO good!!! I love how you write Drift so much! He's such a sweetie! A giant, sometimes terrifying, and ultimately well-meaning sweetie. haha.

I've had to go over what you wrote in response to the ask I sent SO many times, bc it's SO good?? Sometimes the asks I've sent people are story length, but like?? To get a whole story in return???

I'm blown away. Like, seriously. Thank you for indulging my Drift brainrot.

HELLO HELLO! I am so sorry I haven’t been around to answer asks! I’m actually away in Alaska right now, and the places I’m in are very cut off from society, so I haven’t had enough cell service to get Tumblr to work for a while! Thank you for enjoying what I wrote!! What you sent me was JUST SO GOOD! You pinpoint Drift’s motivations and justifications for tasting the reader so well, and the way you wrote it just stuck with me, that I had to write a mini story based on it! Drift means so well, he’s a gentle giant who just wants to protect you and show you that he LOVES you. Yes, of course that love can come off as absolutely terrifying because he’s LITERALLY eating you alive lmao, but his intentions are pure! He really is just a sweetheart.

Vore is a huge comfort trope for me, but I also like to integrate a level of horror into it, because it IS horrifying to be eaten alive, but once you make it down there and realize that you AREN’T going to die, you are given the chance to relax. It’s a mutual feeling of terror that turns into trust, and I like that. Something that horrifies and scares you ends up being a safe and secure place to be. So whenever I write comfort vore I hope I capture those vibes LMAO!

Thank you for indulging MY Drift brainrot! He’s my favorite Transformer and I think about him so, so much! And when I return from Alaska and I finally have stable cell service again, I will be answering all asks! :D

[anikasheep]

Lucifer who just finish his tasks, he checked the clock. It's nearly eight.

Lucifer: *gathering his things*

Diavolo, who also finish the last file for today: Licifer, you are going home?

Lucifer: Yes, Diavolo. MC promised that they'll bake some cakes FOR ME if I can go home before nine. *Clear his throat* Now, if you'd excuse me.

Diavolo: Who could say so when I can see your eagerness. But, allow me walk you home, Lucifer. I'd love to taste some MC's cake too!

Lucifer: *frowned but keep in silence*

MC: *Waiting patiently in common room while reading the book is recommended by Satan* Belphie, want to snuggle with me?

Belphie: Umm, yeah, sure. I love your plushy thighs and your gentle pets. *Yawn*

Belphie: *lay his head on their thighs and smile*

MC: *Check the time* Do you think Lucifer would come back before nine? *Ruffle Belphies hair gently*

Belphie: I don't think he'd let Beel feast his blueberry muffins. Especially when they're from you.

MC: *Grin and awed* Thank you Belphie, it's honored to heard that.

They heard the ding from MC's DDD.

(The Morning Star)Lucifer:We will get home soon, Diavolo will come with me. Tell my brothers to behave.

(The sweet sheep)MC: Got it!

*The door is opened when MC bribes Belphie moved with some sushi and just show up in the doorway.

MC: *Their eyes sparking and smile* Lucifer! Welcome home! *Notice Diavolo and wave to him* And you too, Lord Diavolo.

Diavolo: *amused* Hello, MC. I wish you don't mind indulge me to taste some cakes.

Diavolo: *His stares focus on MC's plush thighs which didn't cover by a long shirt, which looks like belongs to Beel*

Lucifer: *Raised his eyebrows* MC.

MC: *Squirm under the two demons' stares* Y-Yes?

Lucifer: ...Never mind. Let's move inside.

Lucifer: About the clothes...I suppose it's Beel's turn today?

MC: *Nods and beams* Asmo said he will look for a set of sheep nightgown with me tomorrow.

Both Lucifer and Diavolo: *Imagine MC wears the costume of sheep, though the styles are slightly different*

Also them: *Face turned red*

Belphie: Tsk, gross.

[jessamine-rose]

✿ Sweeter than Honey ✿

I am still not sane after reading Barbatos’s new UR. Honey’s Sweet Allure was rlly good so I wrote a spicier continuation. Enjoy this sweet treat of our favorite butler (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑)

Devilgram spoilers ahead!! Story context:: Barbatos wants to promote common varieties of honey in the Devildom. His plan is to make several honey desserts then share the pics and recipes on Devilgram with help from Mc.

♡ 0.7k words under the cut ♡

“...and that is the final dessert.”

In Barbatos’s Devilgram post, the honey yogurt parfait couldn’t look more delectable. The video shows the demon butler mixing plain yogurt with richly-colored honey. A spritz of lemon juice causes the color to fade from bold amber to pale yellow. The finished dish is a glass cup filled with colorful layers of honey yogurt, berries, and granola.

You glance at the real dessert on the kitchen countertop. The parfait is half-eaten, too scrumptious for only one bite. Asmodeus will be thrilled with the leftovers, judging by his comments.

“Once again, thank you for your assistance.” Barbatos puts down his DDD and turns to face you. His poised smile is tinged with satisfaction. “Thanks to our efforts, the Devildom will gain a better appreciation for our ordinary varieties of honey.”

“No problem!” you reply. “Thank you again for letting me taste-test your sweets. Everything was absolutely delicious!”

“I am pleased to hear that. To that end, I would like to ask an important question: Which dessert was your favorite?”

“Hmm, that’s a difficult question. And a subjective one at that. Why are you asking me?”

There is a faint twinkle in his viridian eyes. “I’d like to know your personal favorite so that I may recreate it for you in the future.”

“Aw, thank you.” Looking away, you reexamine the assorted desserts on the countertop.

The roll cake. In addition to a light honey cream filling, the cake features an intricate pattern of honeycomb and flowers.

The patterned hard candy. It doesn’t have the magic trick of the candy sticks you shared at the park, but the swirly design is far prettier.

The honey shortcake with extra honey. After the initial excitement of having a cake all to yourself, you settled for two slices to make room for the other desserts.

Your gaze returns to Barbatos. He is sampling the souffle pancakes drizzled with floral honey. A spot of honey glistens on the back of his bare hand.

You blush, recalling your previous accident. Barbatos had been so unfazed as he wiped the honey splatters off your hand and commented on your flustered reaction.

“Oh? You seem to be blushing,” he observed, a knowing smile on his face. “Were you hoping for something else, perhaps? How adorable.”

“You!”

“I beg your pardon?” Barbatos puts down his fork, eyes widening by just a fraction.

You flash him a bright smile. “My favorite dessert is you, of course! Don’t you get it, honey?”

A short pause. “Are you referring to the use of ‘honey’ as a term of endearment?”

“Exactly!”

What a cheesy line. Nonetheless, your smile doesn’t waver.

There is a drop of honey on his lips. Barbatos must’ve missed it when he heard your sorry excuse for a pickup line. The sophisticated butler is totally oblivious to that imperfection.

Was your poor flirting attempt that effective? This day keeps getting better and better!

The corners of his mouth tilt upward. “You certainly have a unique way of picking favorites. However, it would be rather inappropriate of me to promote myself to the Devildom masses.”

“In that case, does that mean only I can indulge in you?”

His only response is an enigmatic smile. You help yourself to another slice of honey shortcake, savoring the heavenly sweetness

Barbatos taps the corner of his lips. “There is some honey on your lips, ______.”

“Oh, really?” you ask innocently. “Could you please clean it up for me, then?”

He picks up a napkin. “Certainly.”

You shake your head. “No, not with that. With your lips!”

“Oh? That method sounds rather ineffective and improper,” he shoots back.

Now he is just teasing you. Already, Barbatos is caressing your cheek and looking at you with half-lidded eyes. His tongue darts out to slowly lick the honey off his own lips. An immodest, purposeful gesture.

“As you wish. Be careful what you wish for with an attitude like that.”

♡

I enjoyed all of the Devilgram stories for the Beware the Bees?! URs but Barbatos rlly takes the cake for leaving me wanting more. How dare he make me crave honey and romance....

A big thank you to @diodellet for peer-reviewing this and witnessing my brainrot. I hope I was able to satisfy everyone's cravings for Barbatos (っ˘ڡ˘ς)

Tag a Barbatos enjoyer!! @haru-kichi @whoretaglia @paradisoperdita @luyo-mi

[imkillerbae]

Is it bad that i wanna request for another yoru x reader angst with no good ending😭??? Any plot would be fine like reader dying or like yoru seeing y/n with someone in the proctocol or vice versa

I really really love your writings and everything and made sure i read all of them because they were all *chefs kiss*

EYo, thanks for requesting! This got a bit long so I hope u don’t mind. There were so many things I could do with this request so I kinda went overboard with the word count oops. I’m not good at writing short stories. And thank you for reading all of my fanfics! I hope u enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them. I hope u enjoy this one!

If you have any other ideas, please request! I love hearing from you!!! :DDD

Every Second (Angst Valorant Yoru x Reader)

tagging: @sv03

Word count: 3.5k

CW: Angst, no happy ending, on screen character death, mentions of blood, depressed character, poor mental health character

Yoru laid on his bed, staring emptily at the ceiling. He’d lost his sense of time, being cooped up in this gray room for days he didn’t bother to count. His clothes stuck to him, and so did his hair, its dye fading as every hour passed. His eyes were unfocused, his breath shallow. The only sound he could hear was the perpetual ticking of his clock, edging him to insanity with each second, together with the faint beating of his cold heart.

He was only kept sane by the visions he had, the memories he kept replaying in his head. They were better than sleep, because even if he saw you as beautiful and happy as he remembered you to be, you still showed up in his nightmares.

He’d rather stay awake and choose what he saw than gamble on sleep and seeing you die over and over and over again. If he had to see that nightmare again, he might just lose his mind.

He buried that bad dream, that nightmare, deep inside his brain but it kept gnawing at him, crawling and scratching. It was driving him to madness. He couldn’t sleep from it. He couldn’t eat. His clothes sagged on his body, and no matter how much the other agents try, they couldn’t get him out of the room.

He wouldn’t even leave it to go to your funeral.

He fooled himself into thinking you were still here.

“Y/N L/N. I’m the new agent. Nice to meet you,” you greeted, smiling happily and raising your hand to shake his. He only stares at it with an unamused look, then he looks back at you. “I know you’re trying to get on our good graces, but it’s a dumb move to expose your real name,” he says curtly, tucking his hands deeper in his pockets.

You raise a brow, challenging him. “And how would you know if that was my real name?” You say innocently, putting your hand down.

He narrows his eyes at you. “Tch. As if any callsign would be that long,” he accused.

“You still wouldn’t be able to tell if that was my real name. It could be an alias for all you know, or a fake identity. Checkmate.” You shrugged and smiled smugly.

He scowled at your remark. “Alright smartass. Real name or not, I don’t need it to put you in your place. So, stay in your lane unless you want me to do it for you. Got that L/N?” He warns grimly, ready to turn around and head back to the briefing room.

You indulge his threats by giving him a nod, still smiling smugly. “Yes Sir. Aye aye, Captain. Will do, boss.” You were relentless in getting on his nerves.

“That’s Yoru to you,” he answers your unasked question. Finally you smile at him, and his heart skips a beat.

You had a pretty smile. It somehow sent an electric current up his spine, and he had to look away.

“Nice to meet you Yoru. Hoping we work with each other soon, you seem a lot of fun!”

This was how you both first met. You were a trusting person, even if he wasn’t the most amicable agent in the protocol. Deep inside, he was glad that you weren’t quick to judge based on his rugged and intimidating appearance. And he admired that you didn’t take his shit lying down. You were good at twisting every situation to your favor.

If he knew how short your time together would be, he would have shaken your hand. He would bask in the warmth of your skin, and he would never let you go.

“L/N, visual in A?”

“6 meters, 10 o’clock, Cypher cam, destroy it before pushing.”

“I need healing.”

“I’ll meet you in the LZ. Until then, please keep safe Yoru.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice. Make it there L/N.”

“Roger that.”

He remembered missions with you, and how in sync you both were. You watched his back, he watched yours.

“Good gunning out there L/N. Not on my level, but not too bad.”

“Har, har, Yoru. But seriously, thanks for saving my butt earlier. A little later and I would’ve been toast!”

“No need to make a big fuss over nothing. Next time, wait for me before you push. I’ll clear the way for you.”

“Awww, you’re so sweet~ Said like a true gentleman.”

“Urusai. I’m saying it as a duelist.”

“But I like it when you flirt~ More of a Phoenix trait. But it suits you too.”

“…I can be smooth when I want to be.”

He remembers the banter you both shared, the friendly competitions, the names you called each other. He was your dumbass, you were his idiot.

“You’re such a dumbass! Why did you have to run in the rain? Now look at you, all snotty and icky.”

“The fuck is that supposed to me—ACHOO!”

“Point proven. Be thankful I’m here wiping your snot and changing your towel.”

“Hey, I wasn’t the idiot who left their phone on the other side of the base.”

“I told you that I would get it myself Yoru. I was literally grabbing an umbrella.”

“You took too long. It would’ve drowned if it weren’t for me.”

“And look where that got you. You’re so stupid sometimes, I don’t know what goes through your head.”

“Can you just be thankful I saved your phone? And be thankful that you’re the one who’s not sick right now?”

“…yeah. Thanks, dumbass. What would I do without you.”

“You would be buying a new phone, that’s what you would be doing.”

He was such a loner in the protocol, even with Phoenix and Neon around. He never thought love was meant for people like him; people who had no space in their heart other than their own selfish goals. He couldn’t keep friendships for long, let alone romances. So, he never really gave it much thought.

But ever since he met you, it’s as if the world he knew was flipped upside down. He felt like there was something more to look forward to everyday. He had someone other than himself, and you made him feel less alone. Whenever his eyes met yours, he felt like a weight was being lifted off in his heart. His chest feels open and somehow the world just seems brighter.

Looking at you, hearing your voice, feeling your warmth, it made him want to fall in love.

“Happy birthday, Yoru~ Happy birthday Yoru~!”

He was in the basement garage when you suddenly entered through the backdoor, holding a plate of chocolate cake, crudely pierced with a single candle. He didn’t celebrate his birthday. He didn’t need to. For years, it had always been just any other day of the year. By mistake he mentioned the date to you, but thought nothing of it.

And for the first time ever, in years, someone remembered.

He rose from his seat on the floor, wearing a gray shirt and black sweatpants, his hair down but headbanned. He was tinkering with his bike, and he had oil smears everywhere. He furrowed his brows at you as you walked carefully, making sure the candle stayed lit in the drafty room.

“Happy birthday, dear Yoru, happy birthday to you~!” You finished, holding up the plate, the candlelight flickering in front of your face. “Tada! Got you a cake. I don’t know what flavor you preferred but chocolate was the safest option so I went with it.” You smiled shyly.

“L/N, you shouldn’t have…” he starts, staring at the flame as it waved invitingly. “I wanted to bake you a cake, and believe me, I tried. But it ended up in disaster so I just rushed out of the island as fast as I could and bought a cake instead. Sorry,” you apologized, and he shook his head in disbelief.

“I don’t celebrate my birthday L/N. You shouldn’t have bothered,” he replies sternly, turning back to tinker with the bike. His heart was pounding, overwhelmed. Someone remembered, and it squeezed at his heart.

Someone cared. Someone bothered to remember him.

“Hey! I didn’t get this cake for you to just brush me off! Turn around and make a wish, dumbass.” You scowled, kicking his foot. When he was able to calm his heart, he turned around and glared, rolling his eyes. “Go on,” you held the plate higher for him, and he stared at you for a moment, making his wish. After a while, he bent down and blew the candle off, earning a wide smile from you. His heart skips a beat.

“What did you wish for?” You asked curiously, and he scowls. “None of your business. Now stop bugging me, I’m working on the bike.” He waves at you dismissively. He didn’t want you to see him get emotional over a cake.

“Aren’t you going to eat the cake?” You asked hopefully, your smile fading. His heart clenches. Fuck.

“Just leave it by the table. I can’t eat right now, I’m smothered in oil grease.”

“Well, take a break! Sit down, I’ll feed you the cake.”

“Iyada. No way.”

“Just sit down! Or else I’m not leaving.”

“Fine.”

You both shared that cake, despite his protests about using a single fork. You sat on the table cross-legged while he leaned against it. He would turn to you occasionally for a piece of cake that you would feed him. Meanwhile, you talked about how hard it was to bake a cake, and he listened absentmindedly.

His heart was so full, he couldn’t focus on your voice. Someone remembered him. Someone cared enough to try and bake a cake for him. For the first time in a while, he didn’t spend his birthday alone.

“What does stiff peaks mean? Well, it means that when you pull your whisk off the egg whites, it stands on its own. What did I do? I put it in while it was still foamy and runny. I… are you okay?” You asked as you noticed his eyes watering.

He then turns his head to the opposite direction, a few tears fall from his eyes, and he quickly wipes them away. “Oil grease,” he mutters, and you believed him. And while you continued talking, he took a big breath.

This was the best birthday celebration he ever had. He really didn’t wish for anything when he blew the candle, but now he was truly making one: he wished to spend the rest of his birthdays with you.

You stayed with him as he worked on his bike back then. He should have told you how he felt then, so that your time as lovers was longer. Even if it was just by a few weeks.

He’d make every second he had with you count.

“W-why are we separating from the crowd?” You laughed as he dragged you to the terrace. The party going on inside the base was getting rowdy, and he wanted you all to himself.

You had a martini on your hand, topped with a grape pierced with a mini umbrella. You were a bit flustered from the alcohol, and so was he. He needed the extra liquid courage. Because as much as he was unafraid to push sites with the threat of bullets going through his skull, he was more scared of messing this up.

He held your hand as you both stood by the banister, the sunset over the ocean illuminating your faces. With the dewy sunset glow on your face, your hair gracefully flowing to ocean breeze, and your smile that he adored so much, he felt so in love. He couldn’t keep it to himself anymore.

“What?” You smiled shyly, primping your hair, feeling a bit conscious from his staring. He squeezed your hand, willing himself to speak.

He remembered this memory so vividly. If only he knew, he’d repeat these same words to you everyday.

“Y/N L/N, what I feel about you is hard to explain. And I know I’ll fuck up my words anytime I try. The best way to go about it was to just explain what I go through whenever you’re with me, and whenever you’re gone.

“Y/N, when I’m with you, I feel weightless. I never understood what butterflies in the stomach meant until you came into my life. Whenever you’re close to me, my heart beats so fast as if I ran a marathon across the globe. Whichever direction I chose to run, I always kept coming back to you.

“And when you’re gone, the world just seems so foreign. My day doesn’t go by without the thought of you. I admit that I’m very selfish with my time. In this line of work, there isn’t an abundance of it, but somehow for you, I am not selfish. Keep me up at night, occupy my daydream. Take all my time, waste it if you’d like. Just as long as I’m with you in every second of it.

“I… fuck. Okay, fuck it. I love you. That’s the shortest way to put it.” He blurted out, grimacing. He was so focused on spilling his heart out that he didn’t notice that you were blushing madly against the sunlight. He looks at you as you stared at him with wide eyes, mouth agape. “Yoru…” you whispered, and he avoids your eyes.

“I know. I sound so pathetic right now. But the more I spend time with you, the harder it gets to pretend I don’t want you that way. I was never looking for anything like this, but… you’re all I want now.” He sighs, leaning on the banister.

You stood there frozen, too shocked to even say anything. You knew Yoru as someone who just kept to himself, he didn’t like sharing his emotions. Sure, he’d occasionally make sure you knew he was mad by yelling, but you never knew how much he could keep from you.

You watch him as he grasped at his hair, pulling it in frustration. “You even make me say shit I wouldn’t normally say, kuso. I sound so disgusting right now.” He sighs again, looking back at you.

You were in tears, the sunset’s dying light reflecting from your tears.

“R-Ryo… I thought… you’d never say it…” you smiled through the tears. “Fuck, finally, you say it first! I fucking love you too idiot!” You cry, all the pent-up affection released as you jump and hug him, his strong arms catching you. You hugged him tightly, your feet kicking in the air. You took his breath away with those words.

“I wanted to tell you first but I was scared that you weren’t ready. And that if I told you, you’d push me away,” you pulled away, holding his cheeks as he held you up. “I fucking love you Ryo Kiritani, and from now on, I’ll make sure you know that every second of the day, 24/7, 365 days a year.” You laughed, and before long, he cracked a smile. “I…I love you too. I do.”

He smiled at the ceiling at the memory. He loved your smile, he loved your laugh, he loved the way you say his name. A cold tear rolls from his eye down to the side of his cheek. He still gets butterflies even now.He wipes the stray tear with his hand, but he doesn’t bother wiping the rest that fall from his eyes. He silently weeps, calling out your name.

“Y/N,” he weeped. “Y/N, please Y/N, come back please,” he begged. No one listened. He was alone in this cold room, rotting his life away. No one answers to him here but his own mind.

Maybe he just had to call your name harder.

“FUCK, Y/N!!!! WHY?! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BE SO FUCKING SELFLESS?! WHY, PLEASE COME BACK AND TELL ME!” He screamed from the top of his lungs, and arm landing against his eyes. They couldn’t stop his tears. “I CAN’T! I CAN’T FUCKING LIVE WITHOUT YOU.”  His voice was hoarse but he doesn’t relent, squeezing his chest with his other hand. His wails were heard beyond the door.

It hurts Y/N, it hurts.

He wraiths as he cries, screaming and weeping helplessly. He just wanted you back, he just wanted things back to the way they were. He grabbed his head with both hands and squeezed, wanting to just disappear. He’d go in and out of this trance, and the others were extremely worried about his mental health.

Shit, the nightmare was coming back again.

“What’s your situation there?!” Brimstone calls from the comms, and Yoru shakily grabs the radio. He was bleeding from his mouth, his stab wounds leaking the blood from his body by the milliliter.

“Y/N… Me… Phoenix a-and KJ were all ambushed. They planted t-the spike. It’s about to detonate soon, the two are unconcious,” he struggles to say, drawing in sharp breaths. He looked at you and how pale you were. He was screaming at himself in his mind, trying to come up with ways to get you all out of this situation.

He coughs but covers his mouth, seeing blood stain his gloves. KJ and Phoenix both lost too much blood, they were unconscious. And by the unfocused look in your eyes, you were next. In futile attempt to keep you awake, he slams his fist into your hand, and you stir. “Stay awake L/N, don’t you dare close your eyes,” he warns, and you give him a smile.

Brim ran all the way from the opposite side of the map and saw how bloodied everyone was. He took one look at the spike and his heart dropped. “I can only carry two people. Can you both walk?” He asks desperately, staring at the spike.

“I got shot in the leg but I can manage. Y/N can’t. Lost too much blood.” He reasons, forcing his legs to stand up, and he fails, dropping down to the ground. Without thinking, Brimstone grabs the two unconscious agents and mounts them on his shoulders. “We won’t make it,” he whispers to himself, trying to find a way where he can save everyone.

“You will. I can still set up my barriers. They’ll protect you from the explosion, but you have to keep running. It only lasts 3 seconds.” You say, sitting up properly. You look at the spike, then back at Yoru. “You have to go, now.”

“Are you crazy?! Your barriers can only house 3 people!” He yells, his eyes wide, and you shake your head in response.

“I’ll use the power of the radianite around us to make it fit for the 4 of you. You have to go. Brim, you know what to do.” You then began to concentrate the energy you had left into your hands, and Brimstone nods. He could not speak.

“No! There has to be another way, we’re not leaving you here!” He grabs your wrists to stop you from using your abilities, but as you hear the spike ticking away its last few seconds, you smile at him.

“Promise me you’ll survive Ryo.”

“No! I’m not leaving you here!”

“Ryo, you know there’s no other way. Please promise me you’ll go with Brim.”

“Damare!” He cries, holding on to you for dear life.

“We have to go, NOW.” Brim yells. The spike’s beeping increases its speed, and Yoru gulps in denial.

“Promise me, you’ll survive.” You say one last time, and finally, he nods, chest tight. He grabbed your face and kissed you, as if it was the last time he would feel your warm lips on his.

And it truly was the last time.

As Brim grabbed on his shoulder to pull him away, and as the barrier covered him and the rest, he watched as you smiled, even in the most daunting of situations.

He loved that smile so much. Now it’s the last thing he will see from you.

It all happened so quickly but for him, it felt like an eternity. He saw how you closed your eyes as the spike detonated, he saw how your flesh disintegrated with every inch of the explosion nearing you. And he watched you disappear into the explosion, leaving nothing but a dark glow.

As the explosion pulled back, he and the others were safe. Brim stood there for a moment, trying to keep himself levelheaded as he arranged a pickup. Yoru kneeled behind him, looking at the place where you sat before the explosion, your blood still fresh on the ground.

But you weren’t there.

“Y/N’s…gone…” he cried silently, clenching his fists. “Y/N… Y/N!” He screamed, hitting the ground with his gloved fists. Brim could only listen as the young man screamed in agony. He had lost the love of his life in a doomed mission, all because of his negligence. He underestimated the mirror agents, and now you and Yoru paid dearly for his mistake.

Without a body, Sage couldn’t do anything. She couldn’t revive you, no matter how much Yoru begged and yelled for her to do so. It came to a point where he was knocked unconscious by Sova because he was too much for Sage. They were all sad, it wasn’t just him who lost someone. But they understood why.

Yoru was always alone, and you were his only light. You saw him for who he was, flaws and all, and accepted him. You loved him, and he loved you. It was unfair. The only time he had someone who he cared about so much, and fate takes them away from him. He didn’t know if he could keep your promise; he couldn’t survive knowing you weren’t by his side anymore.

He couldn’t accept it. He couldn’t bear with the pain. He wanted to believe that you were still here, lying on the bed with him. He repeated the same memories over and over again, just so he could feel you here. He just wanted you back. He just wanted you to hug him and say that everything that happened was just a nightmare.

Your dying smile, the same smile that he loved, will forever haunt him, for every second he is awake and asleep.

[radishearts]

brant tinker kenric? none of them use their last names MORE PAIN PLEASE

🤝 the Matchlist-failure siblings aka the Fathdons

I was considering giving Brant black lipstick but I decided not to lest he be to powerful,,, erm anyways thank you anon for indulging me smiles :]]]]

Shameless self plug : go read my fic (before I burn) here if u wanna see more of tjis :DDD come be insane with me 🙏

[chronicowboy]

wip wednesday

thank you @alyxmastershipper for the tag!! muah muah muah <3

so after like 115k words in the past month or so i decided to give myself a break and do some little fics then i started working on three at once :DDD (not to mention au planning good god) so you can have a couple of paras from each ig

concussion buck:

"How'd I do doc?"

"D minus," Eddie replies, setting the penlight back down and lowering himself back down onto the mattress. "And only because you're a bit more lucid than when you were telling me I smelt nice and I looked pretty."

"You do smell nice," Buck mutters as he burrows back into Eddie's chest. Eddie can only hope Buck still isn't lucid enough to hear the pounding of his heart. "And you're still pretty when I'm lucid."

another amnesia fic:

"I fell?" Buck raises an unimpressed eyebrow, only managing not to roll his eyes at Eddie's amused smile because he knows it will hurt.

"Yeah, badass." Eddie grins, shit-eating. "You fell. Flailing arms and all. You've got a career in physical comedy waiting for you."

"Did you laugh at me?" Buck asks, already knows the answer.

"When I knew you were okay," Eddie says softly.

spur of the moment confession:

"We can never see each other again," Buck breathes, eyes wide with horror.

"Buck," Eddie says, too indulgent to fool anyone—even himself.

uhhh i'll tag my usuals but no pressure ofc <33 @shitouttabuck @jamietarts @butchdiaz @danielsousa @binickmiller @try-set-me-on-fire

[demoneyecandy]

When the Rain Washes You Clean, You'll Know - Part 2

Continuation of this fic

WC: 1.9k Relationship: Satan x Reader, Satan x MC AFAB reader, she/her pronouns and some gendered terms for reader Warning: Explicit, Minor Hurt/Comfort

Satan knew he would suffer for his antics later, but for now he was going to enjoy indulging in some good old-fashioned carnal sin with his new lover and giving his oldest brother an aneurysm. He was just glad she thought it was as funny as he did and was totally willing to roll with it.

They had settled on a pose where the blanket was covering her chest, her head turned to the side to display the many, many bruises littering her neck, and her hair fanned out on the pillow behind her like a halo. Her eyes were closed and her mouth just slightly parted, as though she had passed out after their encounter. To be fair, that wasn’t so far from the truth - she hadn’t felt this relaxed in ages. It was like his mouth had somehow removed all of the stress from her body. Satan was sure to save that image to his DDD for later. He was fairly certain they were together now, and he wanted nothing more than to have a souvenir of their first night together.

Maybe he’d even make it his screensaver.

The second he’d sent the picture to Lucifer, his DDD started ringing. Perfect, just the reaction he wanted. He could almost feel Lucifer’s anger flowing all the way from his study. He made sure to triple check that the door to M/C’s room was locked, and grabbed both his and his partner’s DDDs to mute and shove in her bedside drawer.

Suck it, Lucifer

Content, he settled back in to his position as the big spoon to M/C’s little spoon. When she felt his skin on hers, she sighed and relaxed back into his chest. They laid there for what felt like ages, just listening to each other’s breathing and appreciating the closeness after ages of letting their feelings go unsaid.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, gently stroking her hips with his thumbs.

“Better than I’ve felt in a long time. Thank you”. She turned in his arms to face him, placing one hand on his chest and using one to cup his face gently, bringing him in for a tender kiss.

As the kiss turned hungry, the human removed her hand from his face to trace down his body. She took a brief detour to play with his nipple. He sighed, and she made a mental note of his sensitivity for another time. Continuing downwards, she gently teased the V of his hips that she’d so admired earlier in the night. Tracing the outline with her nails, she drew small red lines and her demon seemed to melt into her. Her hand continued even further, grasping his neglected erection. The head was already leaking an impressive amount of precum, and it made her weirdly proud that he had gotten this hard from eating her out and stayed this hard just being near her, like her body was just that irresistible to him.

As the human’s grip got tighter and her strokes sped up, the demon was coming undone beside her after being denied for so long. It took all of his self-control to pull away from her mouth, guiding her to his neck.

“Mark me up, please. Bite me”.

How could she deny him when he asked so nicely? M/C did her best to oblige, kissing and licking and worrying red and purple marks all up and down the column of his throat. As she marked him, she kept steady with her pace on his cock. From the way his breath was quickening, she knew he was close.

“Did you still want to cum while you’re fucking me?”

“Yes… please… need you” the fourth-born wasn’t holding back, his moans filling her bedroom. He whined softly when she removed her hands from him and tried his best to get his breathing under control and come back from the brink. M/C wasted no time, getting up to pull a box out from under her bed.

“Would you mind wearing a condom? I was paying enough attention in biology class last semester to know you can get humans pregnant, and I’m not quite ready for that”.

“Of course” Satan’s heart quickened at the last bit of her request – not quite ready. Was he into that? He didn’t think he was into that. Well, that was something to examine later, and not when his lover was crawling across the bed to where he laid.

Handing him a condom, she watched with rapt attention as he removed the wrapper and rolled it down his length. Though she was plenty relaxed from her earlier orgasm, she really didn’t want to deal with microtears down there, so she passed him a bottle of lube as well. He eagerly popped the cap and stroked himself, more than happy to do anything that would make it easier to be inside of her asap.

“How do you want me?” she asked, and he didn’t hesitate to ask her to lay down on her back. He had plenty of fantasies where one or both of them was twisted up like a pretzel, but he needed to see her face when he pushed inside of her for the first time.

As she settled into a comfortable position, he waited with a barely contained excitement.

“You’re practically vibrating, I didn’t think you’d be this excited to get laid” she laughed.

“It’s not that I’m getting laid, it’s that it’s you I’m with. You don’t know how long I’ve wanted you like this, M/C”. His voice was kind, and he stared at her with so much adoration it almost made her uncomfortable – she still wasn’t used to having someone’s undivided attention like this. It was intense, but she wanted more.

Leaning over her, he kissed her cheek and then sat back on his knees. The human spread her legs for him, eager to feel the man’s thick length inside of her.

“I hope you know I’m probably not going to last very long, you’re very good at teasing”. She laughed a little, loving the idea that she’d gotten one of the Lords of Hell this worked up with a handjob. It made her feel powerful, and all of her earlier sadness had long since disappeared. There was only her and Satan. Her smart, articulate, weirdly shredded prankster of a …boyfriend? Lover? Partner? They could sort that out later but she was certain that this was not a one-time thing. She had gotten very good at reading him in their time together, and she saw in his eyes that this meant something to him.

“You can make it up to me next time”.

“Bet on it”. Satan grasped his length to line it up with her hole. After looking up for some kind of go-ahead, and receiving a nod, he slowly began to push into her. He watched her face contort in pleasure as she felt the pleasant stretch of his cock, feeling her body pushed to its limit in the best way. M/C couldn’t help but moan at the sensation.

“Satan, you feel so good inside of me. Put it all in, I can take it – fuck me”. It took all of Satan’s self-control to not just slam inside of her in one thrust, but he wanted to savor this moment. That, and M/C had a habit of biting off more than she could chew, and he wanted this to be a good memory for both of them.

He continued at his steady pace, finally bottoming out. The human was overwhelmed, able to feel nothing but his dick so deep inside of her she felt like she might break, but she loved it. The fullness, the growing knot in her stomach, she couldn’t imagine how good it would feel when he started moving.

“Please” she whined out, wrapping her arms around his neck and tugging him down to kiss her. He was more than happy to oblige. His thrusts were hard but slow to start, hitting the spot that made her nerves light up. As he got lost in the kiss, his thrusts got harder and faster, until M/C was holding onto him for dear life. Both of them were beyond being able to focus on anything besides what they were feeling, breaking their kiss and letting loose every sound they’d been holding back. Moans and gasps filled the room alongside the wet slapping sound of Satan driving his cock into her as hard as he thought her body could take.

“I love you, please tell me I can cum, please” Satan let the admission slip but he was beyond caring. He was imagining the condom wasn’t there, and that he was going to fill her to the brim with his seed. He wanted to see it dripping out of her, hear her disappointed whines as she tried to keep it all in but just couldn’t. He needed to claim her, to watch her body grow and change to birth his child. To show everyone she was his and he was worthy of her, able to give her anything and everything she wanted, including children.

Well fuck. He thought. I guess that is a thing for me.

M/C was just as lost as he was – “I love you too, so much, please cum for me, make me yours”.

He could swear he felt his heart explode in his chest.

“I’m yours, Satan, please, I need you”.

That was it for him. The demon thrust inside of her one last time, as deep as he could, filling the condom and wishing he was filling her. He moved a hand down between them, rubbing her clit until she came as well, screaming his name into his ear.

The two of them held each other as they came down, gently soothing each other with praises and further declarations of love.

Eventually, Satan got up to throw away the condom and to get a washcloth to clean the two of them up. Once they were clean and the bed was covered in new sheets, they curled up together and slowly drifted to sleep in each other’s arms. No words were necessary – they could all wait until tomorrow. For now they just wanted to be together.

Very late at night, or early in the morning depending on your perspective, Satan awoke briefly from the best rest he’d had in decades. Flipping over, he opened the bedside drawer to make sure his alarm was set so they wouldn’t miss breakfast. Unlocking his DDD, he was confronted with notifications showing 113 missed texts and 57 missed calls, mostly from Lucifer but a few from Mammon and Asmodeus. They hadn’t exactly been quiet so he wasn’t particularly surprised. What brought a smile to his face though, was the preview of the last text he’d received from Lucifer.

Lucifer: I hope you know you’ll be spending the better part of this week hanging upside down in the foyer. Maybe I’ll give Mammon a bat so he can treat you like a pinata.

He turned to look at the human in bed next to him. Her face was soft, relaxed. He could see glimpses of his handiwork from under her messy hair. He gently brushed some of it away from her face, and he received a gentle sigh in return. Turning his focus back to his DDD, he sent one last text before he would go back to holding his love in his strong arms – the sound of the ongoing storm lulling him to sleep.

Satan: Totally worth it

[factual-fantasy]

25 asks :00000

@ocinstituterep (Posts in question)

The cooling suits they wear at the beach are the same ones they wear under their uniforms :00 And it doesn't necessarily reflect the sun,, its just a battery powered suit that keeps them cool :}

I wasn't pressured into drawing the art exactly,, but all the questions about it did push me a little into looking into the series more.. That's not really a bad thing though, I did enjoy drawing those pictures soooo-

I get this question a lot <XD When I was first designing my sona I wanted to add something to their hands. At the time my hands were covered in Band-Aids from dry skin and cat scratches. So I thought "Hey! Bandaged/bloody hands would be cool and edgy :DD" So I added them <XDD

Oh yeah, that episode was a bit odd huh? XD I think in my version of Octonauts they didn't go all the way down to its stomach- maybe just into the mouth and got the Puffer fish out.

Now the REAL episode that I basically 100% cut is the cone snail episode. You know why? Cone snails are estimated to have poison strong enough to kill 700 people! And there's NO antidote!! NO ONE would have survived being stung. Not even the Captain. They all would have died and left Peso abandoned on a ship full of the bodies of his friends in the middle of the ocean... :x pretty dark huh-

@britneyt

Thank you! :DD

@gregorythechild

XD I was getting tired of Gregory being a little snot. In game and in the fandom. So once again I made a character good out of spite! XDD

SKJAOSKJOSX I DO ACTUALLY XDDD

The basis for my Kirby Anime AU is I just found a way to add all the Metaknights to the story. You know, Axe knight, Mace night, Javelin Knight,,, etc.

This is obviously a SUPER angsty AU. For example, Axe Knight was Metaknight's first follower and best friend. But then he sacrificed himself to save Metaknight. Thinking he failed his soul was restless and he now wanders the galaxy fighting Monsters and honoring Metaknights name.. Not knowing that Metaknight survived. Its a REALLY long story that I should ramble about sometime XDD

I would advise against it,, there are plenty of good reaction images out there to find! I should know, I have 996 of them saved! I'm almost at 1000! XDD

@pinkbomb08

Thank you! And not at the moment no- but I might draw him again someday :}}

@cudlycorncornsworthcoberson

Noooooothingggg... :}}}

@annathefenecfox

I think its because the poor guy probably doesn't have enough free time to practice consistently. Being the Captain he likely has so much to do all the time.. and when he can finally sit down and indulge in hobbies,, he likely would just rather relax and read a book instead. :( Poor fella

Ah, sorry. I don't know of any. <:/

I have actually! :DD I did not sleep good that night :}}}

@invaderdrey

Thank you so much!!!! :DD

Thank you so much! And as for the memes.. ehh, I'd say just to be safe, don't make em. Comments are more than enough. The first thing I do when I wake up is check Tumblr and see if anyone left a comment on my posts. Literally! Comments are the best thing you can give me!

Thank you so much!! :DD

Heck yeah, that's the best part! <XDDD

It definitely depends on my mood, I'm split 50/50 on which one I enjoy more :000

@chickenmilk120

@its-paperd

:DDD Thank you so much!! That means a lot!

@milk-powrit (Post in question)

<XD Thankfully no, Jangles is not an iPad kid. He was just playing on my phone because Bibi and I were conked out and he was bored XDD

@simon-says-lots-of-things

:DD Thank you so much!! And yeah, I don't care what's canon or not. I wont be drawing any lovey-dovey/shippy content unless its with my own original characters. Its just not my thing man, 🤷‍♂️

@twohourstoolong

Thank you! And yeah if I were you I'd ditch pinterest. Any time I have been browsing artwork on google and clicked the link, It always took me to some stolen artwork on pinterest. I'd just rather people never found me then have found me through stolen art on pinterest..

I have not :0 sounds thrilling though! :D

[bigmammallama5]

I love seeing your pottery updates! Not only are they a huge inspiration, I’m also discovering a lot of new things just by searching the terms you mention lol

:DDD hey I’m always trying to learn too, i can’t help but want to share what i know with yall! thank you for letting me indulge in my clay nerdiness LOL

[diahsthings]

Obey Me

Dress to impress

Continuing the dress idea. Surprising your date with your dress.

Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Solomon x reader

Warning; full self indulgence. It's just too fun. No editing. Fluff. Forget grammar and spelling. Yolo. Maybe hints of smut. And I'm trying my best with them. But maybe ooc

Diavolo

Diavolo was all into you going to the human realm for the outfit. He was enthusiastic about what this traditional human dress could be. In red like him. But OMG that sent your brain to daydream about marrying Diavolo.

So many eyes are going to be on you. Diavolo is the Prince of Devildom. There were definitely whispers and rumors about the two of you. Especially as his DATE to the celebration.

Human as a date for the Prince. Gotta go big or call Asmodeus.

Time for the big reveal. Getting ready at the castle. Diavolo is waiting on his bed for you to show him your outfit.

"I know you are going to look ravishing." Diavolo's excited voice helped stop the nerves.

He stood the moment you opened the door. He was speechless. Diavolo adored you. Maybe the Prince of Devildom was hopelessly in love. Trying to keep it under wraps and secret for as long as possible. Ignore the rumors. Ignore the want to be openly loving.

"Hello, Dia." Turning and closing the door gently. Not noticing that Diavolo had quickly got up to meet her.

He couldn't get any words out. He leaned down cupping your face hesitating to make sure you wanted him to then kissing you trying to explain how he felt right now.

Breaking the kiss you smile. "Do you like it?" Laughing

Diavolo blushed "I can't...I don't know.. I never imagined... You look exquisite." He spun you around to take a look.

"so, tell me about this human tradition. What traditional outfit is this?" Brimming with curiosity.

"lehenga. Dupatta. And this type of nose ring is called a nath. Nose piercings are common with women. It's a silly superstition that it will help relieve the pain in childbirth." Laughing then choking a bit once you realized what you mentioned. To a demon with a breeding kink. Blushing at under his gaze.

"I will keep that in mind for the future." Winking.

The two of you looked the part of future king and queen of the Devildom. Plenty of whispers and looks from others. You definitely didn't go unnoticed. Diavolo showed you off all night all he was forced to do the duties of his title.

Barbatos

He knows. But there's a difference between that and enjoying the touch of it. Your boyfriend knew all.

You hear a knock at the door. You were staying in the castle to get ready. Barbatos was coming to find you to leave together for the celebration.

You smile softly as you let him in the room closing the door behind him. Blushing slightly hoping he loves it.

"I was trying to match you "

Kissing your forehead and putting his forehead against yours he smiles. "Thank you. You look magnificent."

I'm so sorry. That was terrible. I just do not know him very well. But I wanted to try at least.

Simeon

You were just as excited to see Simeon as he was about seeing you. He's gorgeous. Perfect. He was your not-boyfriend. Boyfriend in all ways but name. Trying to figure out how to make this happen.

There was an issue with his DDD and you headed over to Purgatory Hall. Knocking at the door. Simeon rushed to open the door. Stopping to take in all of you.

"you look so handsome, Simeon."

"you look ethereal. I'm so happy you said you would go with me to the party."

Yeah, that was bare minimum. I probably know the least about him from the original.

Solomon

He kept trying to find out what you were wearing. Your old wizard boyfriend was counting down the moment he could see the dress. He had an idea of what it could be. Solomon is human after all .

He suddenly heard a knock at his door. Confused he opened it and was shocked to see you. Surprising him.

His face was priceless. Such an adorable blush. As he let you in closing the door behind him.

"I'll not be letting you out of my sight. Can't trust anyone with a beauty like you." Taking your breath away with a passionate kiss.

"Soli, I love you."

"I love you my dove."

I ran out of steam. I love all of them but I cannot get their personalities as accurate.

Bonus:

Luke

Not romantic. He asked you to help him get ready and he wanted to make sure you two matched. Luke beat the brothers to coordinate outfits with his favorite human.

Luke was curious about your dress. But knew you two would match.

Arriving to meet Luke and Simeon at purgatory Hall.

Luke is excited to see you three matching.

Luke ends up holding on to the end of the saree all night or the fabric of the jacket of the lehenga. Eventually needing to be taken home by Simeon.

Luke had so much fun he fell asleep.

Thanks for making it this far. I had fun getting this out of my brain.