#this “insert MC here”

[merelyafacade]

Make her a main character that matters.

After basim i need a female assassin.

No more " you can choose" . Give me a woman born in the brotherhood like the frye but let me see her grow up in it. Childhood training mission. First kill. Introduction to the council and the creed. Being "brainwash" in believing she is doing good.

Or make her a commoner, a child brought into the creed and who realize that all the people at the top of the brotherhood are often aristocrats who never had to let go of their freedom to live the next day.

Let her be devoted to the cause let me see her be even a bit naive in what she believes.

Then let her grow like you let ezio and altair do. Make her cocky but also wise. Not just a living punchlines machine or a disapproving female figure. Do not make her relation to a man the core of her story.

Show her question what she is doing. Make her afraid of being shun by the brotherhood, the only thing, the only rules and life she ever knew. Let her fight for what she knows is a good cause but not what she believes in anymore. Let her loose and get hurt.

Let her rebuild herself. Let her be friend with historic people who are more than cameo and merchants npc and show her what fighting from freedom can mean. What living for yourself can mean.

Show her habits. Show her discovering small pleasures in life that are seen wasteful as an assassin : Her favourite food. Her favourite book.

Make her assassin robes evolve as her fashion tastes and identity evolve too.

[topzsun]

TO FIND YOU

── ♡ SATAN

you held no ill will towards lilith. all she had done was exist. that doesn't stop others from warping their perception of you. luckily, satan understands how you feel.

His world began with the scent of copper and scorching heat that nipped at his skin. Yours began in the arms of your mother and the fluorescent light of the hospital room. He was bathed in blood that was not his own whilst you were dressed in warm, cotton gowns. His father mourned not for his birth, but for the loss of someone of greater importance than him. Yours will kiss your chubby cheeks and hold your tiny clenched fists.

Your beginnings couldn’t be any more different. However, that will not change the antecedent of your and Satan’s existence. Lilith, a woman neither of you met, but suddenly became the forefront in your and Satan’s minds. Belphegor’s attack, your ancestry and the proceeding actions of the brothers muddy the sight behind your eyelids. Your late-night contemplations end up coinciding with Satan’s when you both catch each other in the act of making chamomile tea. You wonder what would have happened if you had never gone to the kitchen that night, never knowing of the identical internal strife Satan would be having.

He told you that after the incident, thoughts of Lilith have also begun to plague him. You take in the defeat in his tone and launch into rambles of your own because if Satan is beginning to peek over the emotional wall he has made, you will have to break it down on your own. You tell him she doesn’t threaten you, a ghost who hadn’t existed to you before this week. You know you are still you, you are just afraid of that day you will no longer be considered that by his brothers.

He listened to you quietly, sipping on his tea, and once you were done you finally took a long look at him. Satan is a gorgeous demon, beauty touched by something beyond your understanding. No human man can compare to him because humans are decorated by flaws, scars and history. Demons are above earthly qualities like that. Yet, when you take in the dimness of Satan’s emerald eyes and how he tilts his head back to rest it against the headboard you begin to see it. The weight that strains his shoulders, and the mask he meticulously puts on. You are reminded that even he can share the burden of overthinking and late-night worries with you.

He tells you of his childhood (“If I can even call it that,” He scoffs). His birth marked the end of Lilith, and when he was first brought home in Lucifer’s bleeding arms, there was no denying the role he had already been dressed into. It was a sick joke, he thinks, to have been born so similar to Lilith with golden hair and eyes the colour of dew-covered grass. He recalls to you how Beelzbebub and Belphegor could barely look him in the eyes, how Asmodeus attempted to falsely dote on him because he never really saw him but his baby sister, of how Lucifer would meet his gaze as if he’s seen a ghost.

“But I was not her. I never could be,” He tells you firmly, eyes steely as if wanting to make this fact clear to you as well. He didn’t need to. You know very well he’s Satan, a tired Satan who's sitting on your bed with you and nursing his tea like a lifeline. He is intelligent, cunning, multitalented, someone who has trouble wearing his heart on his sleeve but the diehard romantic in him wishes he could. Lilith was bluntly honest, unconditionally kind, brimmed with curiosity and tended to make herself seen wherever she went. You don’t need to list these differences for Satan to know he couldn’t be her replacement, and she could never replace the role he’s built in this house either. As if reading your mind, the blonde smiles wryly.

“I know what I am,” and as if to say “You know what you are too”, Satan taps his fingers three times on the exposed skin of your arm. His eyes are rounded in affection, and you can’t bite back your sheepish smile either.

Things will be okay.

[lyrichi]

Imagine being mc, and you're just chilling in your kitchen cause you live alone. You're in your i-woke-up-to-be-here fit, glasses off and retainers out, hair out of the way messily yet conveniently. And you're just standing in the middle of your kitchen, small pot in your left hand and a wood spoon in your right.

Eating some pasta quietly with the same utensils you used to make the pasta so you didn't have to wash more dishes by putting it in a bowl and getting a fork. Then suddenly you're teleported somewhere that isn't your bland apartment kitchen with buzzing white lights above you. It takes you a minute to realise that anything has happened, shoveling your tasty homemade pasta into your mouth with a wooden spoon.

You look up, making eye contact with some dude with his arms crossed, his hair short and black, and standing about half a foot taller than you. At least that was what you could make out through blurry vision. Pasta strands hanging from your mouth, you eat them quickly while staring directly at this man whom you find conventionally attractive despite just meeting him, if you would even call this a meeting.

Your voice somewhat hoarse from not talking for about two and a half days and from eating off of a wooden spoon, you speak in a tone that is almost sarcastic, yet is questioning. You sound neutral, being caught like a deer in headlights in your most nobody's-gonna-see-me state.

"Who the fuck're you?" You'd say, blinking a few times and having to force your eyes to adjust to the shift in lighting that you had only now noticed, and your voice slightly muffled from the pasta sauce stuck to the roof of your mouth. Your organs rolling like a rotisserie chicken in confusion, almost making your stomach hurt.

You settle your right hand, loosely placing the wooden spoon into the pot, it being about half full of hot-n-ready pasta. Your left wrist feels sore from holding up the pot, but in your delayed confusion you barely feel it, doing mental gymnastics in order to figure out where the fuck you had ended up.

You just wanted some pasta. Now where were you?

[snail-sir]

My take on the twins

I would love to be their partner in crimes PLEASE THEY'RE SO CUTE

[moonbiit-arts]

happy valentine's day from me and Sylus 🤭 lol

[salemoleander]

Fascinated by people who consider Etho killing Joel to be their 'official breakup' or w/e bc to me hunting someone down and stabbing them to death* is like 'Ah, I see things are going well then'

*in Minecraft.

[celerydays]

i was chatting on discord vc about a specific threesome scene i really wanted to draw but wouldn't be able to fit into my comic–

and ISTGGGGG this fandom is a menace to my sanity because i got feral enough to do it as an extra standalone drawing now 😤😤😤

also, messy-haired Ominis is kinda top tier, idk why I hadn't really tried drawing him before 😳🫠💕

[talesoftheesun]

I refuse to acknowledge anything that happened in this volume. none of this happened. must've just been a heat induced fever dream. nope. no way.

[maladaptivedaydreamsx]

⚠️ Spoilers for Rio's main route/identity below (ikepri) ⚠️

So I finally got around to Rio's bday event story-

[weaponsdrawn]

yknow what you get this too actually

[channnel]

Someone's a birthday boy! He's getting old! Very quickly!

Also, I put my self-insert oc here for funsies. Hands are hard.

[winged-self-indulgence]

“You’re squirming so much,” the demon below you teased. You gritted your teeth, glad that this position prevented you from seeing the truly smug grin on his face. Especially when he nuzzled the tip of his nose against the crease of your thigh and continued with an airy, “and after all that bragging too. I guess someone was writing checks their pretty little mouth couldn’t hope to cash out, hm.”

“Impatient much?” You snarked back, annoyed that he was partly right. Huffing, you balanced yourself on your arms and trailed your eyes over Z’s body, the too-warm expanse of muscled flesh that tapered into a defined Adonis belt, the thick bush of hair the same hickory brown-black hue as his head and then finally at the main obstacle before you.

Z chuckled from behind you, his hands happily wandering the expanse of your thighs, hips, and anywhere else he could reach. Lines of fire followed every touch, broken by sharp flashes of pain where Z had decided to leave yet another toothy reminder of who you belonged to. You shuddered, almost forgetting yourself until a firm slap of his tail against your ass jolted you back. “Don’t keep me waiting now, human,” he hummed, low and expectant.

Determinedly, you wrapped your fingers around the base of his cock, butterflies bursting to life in your stomach at the way your fingers couldn’t even meet around the thickness. The almost foot-long appendage was so heavy that it flopped over, leaking globs of precum down the coal-dark tip and over your fingers.

“Thaaaat’s it,” Z drawled, a low groan meeting your burning ears. “Get those cute little fingers moving, Dove. Make me all nice and wet for that tongue of yours.”

Saliva pooled in your mouth, under your tongue, almost threatening to spill down your chin. Not wasting anymore time, you parted your lips and sank the tip of Z’s cock into your mouth, licking and bobbing your head as you readied yourself to swallow everything they had to give.

The force of his breath raised you up and down. The teeth at your thighs loosened, leaving yet another bruise. “Such a good little human,” Z praised around a moan, and as much as his condescension irked at you, there was no denying the shiver of pleasure that sent the butterflies buzzing like mad. As promised, that was when you felt the tip of Z’s tongue tracing over your sex in gentle circles. A few soft, exploratory touches at first, lulling you into a false sense of security. Then he attached his lips to your core and sucked.

Shrieking, you collapsed onto his hips, arms unable to hold yourself up without shaking. “Z–!” You cried out.

The demon didn’t respond immediately, mouth too full of the best meal of their life. His tongue fucked into you, sloppy and wet and hot. Twisting and prodding at that sensitive little spot inside you, until all you could do was whine and sob. Eventually he retreated just enough to deliver another swat to your ass, this time with a palm as his tail was busy coiling around your throat.

“Aw, did I say you could stop?” He cooed, sweet as molasses, the tone irreverently juxtaposed by the way his tail tightened gently around your neck. Not hard enough restrict air, but enough that you felt the constriction every time you swallowed. “Or are you tapping out already, baby?”

“F-Fuck you,” you gasped out, licking up the side of his cock and swallowing the sticky white dollop of precum trailing down the skin like candlewax. It was hot, salty and spicy, a warmth you could feel traveling down your throat and into your belly. “I c-can do this!”

This time, when you swallowed down his cock, you pushed yourself a little further, your hands massaging the remaining 7 or so inches that wouldn’t fit. Every time you gulped, you felt the tip of his cock at the back of your throat, and you wondered if he could feel through his tail the way it bulged against the skin. Judging by the volley of curses that escaped their mouth, the demon must have.

You barely had enough time to smirk with vengeful glee though, because as soon as Z opened his mouth again, you were struck helpless. No longer careless and messy, his movements had become intensely focused though no less voracious in their appetite for you.

“Ngh!” Finally, your head dropped again, this time accompanied by not just your arms, but your legs as well. You could feel the puffs of air against your sensitized core as Z snickered, but you were too out of it to care about anything other than the too-much-too-good sensation. Your knees, jellylike as they felt, dug into the bedsheets and tried to push you away.

“Mm, where do you think you’re going, Dove?” Z cooed, dragging you back in place even as your fingers clawed at everything in reach – the bed, his skin, the air – to pull you away. The kiss he pressed against your core was perhaps meant to be soothing, but the smile he shot you was anything but. “We’re not finished here, are we?”    

[gifti3]

Arranged marriage au with asmo

I need asmo to be in some type of royal otome slowburn manhwa

ramblings ramblings

the drama guys....the DRAMA! dont tell me a bunch of nonsense wouldnt happen

remember the post where i was like indifferent/passive aggressive asmo becoming curious about the MC fics are peak

similar thing is happening here! honestly i think theres some resentment coming from asmos side at first but mc is like ay....you do ur thing and i do mine

im not gonna make u do anything u dont want, i dont have any expectations from this arrangement. lets just try not to make each of our lives hell u know

lol i bet when asmo first meets MC after finding out that hes supposed to marry them he's like thinking "......ig theyre not that bad looking"😒 (he literally would have been flirting with them in any other circumstance)

hmmm mc needs to be apart of a pretty influential family i think since this is gonna be a political type marriage

and asmo,,,,i feel like he doesnt really engage in the specifics when it comes to politics or anything. it's just not something thats important to him. he has his side hobbies and business endeavors that cares about. But topics outside of those things are left up to his family

so perhaps one day, the head of the family (i wanna say lucifer but since i want the person in this role to give off more a mysterious vibe, where his word is final michael might be a better choice) is like... this specific family...theyre kinda important and we want them on our side so get married to their eldest who has rejected every other person ever but has agreed to marry and since u dont do much when it comes to political affairs im gonna have you do this whether you want to or not

and asmo is just like....HUH he tries to get lucifer to help him out here but lucifers like...yea dads not budging sorry lil bro (he doesnt say it like that but similar sentiment lmao)

now mc never really wanted to get married cause they didnt wanna have to go through the motions against their will and they like their life as is but their parents have been breathing down their neck about marriage for years now. And now that this BIG opportunity has present itself to their parents, it feels like the pressure is really on now! at first mc is like shit...idk if i can weasel my way outta this one

and then......they realized that maybe this could probably work out in their favor actually.....

mc agreed to married him cause asmo has a bit of a reputation as a partier and a playboy

with asmo they feel like things can stay as they are for the most part if they let him continue to do as he pleases (not like they could have stopped him if they wanted to lol)

everything can be the same, they can still live their own separate lives, just now they have the title of spouses!

and thats the plan, like i said before asmo comes in being a bit rude at first but it kinda changes to indifference and a little passive aggressiveness once MC is like...yo chill im not gonna shit on ur parade. i just wanna be left to my own things. you do you sir

yes thats the plan...thats supposed to be the plan and it was going as mc expected for a good while

but as we know if u put something or someone in front of asmo enough times hes gonna get curious

[beelsjuicytitties]

Somewhere Only We Know

solomon x gn!reader

warnings/tags: slight angst, emotional hurt/comfort, reverse comfort, established relationship, partial solomon backstory spoilers?

summary: You hadn't heard from Solomon in weeks, and you were worried. So you go out in search of him.

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AN: haha... its been a hot while since i posted my own writing here..... wrote this in like june when i was extra emo about solomon lol. title taken from Somewhere Only We Know by Keane. read on Ao3

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You were worried. You haven't been able to get into contact with Solomon for weeks. It wasn't exactly unusual for him to be somewhere he had no reception, but he'd always let you know beforehand. Everyone you had asked simply apologized, saying they had no clue where he was. And so, you decided to go and look for him yourself, remembering all the different places he's shown you, or told you about. You brought some provisions along, unsure of how long it would take to find the witty sorcerer you loved so dearly. 

  You spent most of a day checking around the devildom, teleporting from place to place without any signs that Solomon had been there recently. Settling down onto a large stump with a sigh, you pull out some of the food you had brought. All the teleporting was starting to wear at you, but you couldn't possibly stop now. It took only a few minutes to finish the food, the taste barely registering. You quickly packed up your things and stood. There was no time to rest, there was still the human world to search. You steeled yourself, before teleporting once again.

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  Solomon wandered through a quiet field. The clear air helped to sooth his wrecked thoughts, but not enough. The sadness and grief he usually held at bay had overwhelmed him once more. In times like these, he tended to isolate. To run away and keep everything hidden from those around him. He hated this part of himself. The part of him that was a sad, lonely little boy. A boy that had lost anyone dear to him. A boy who curled up in the corner of the dark basement he lived in. His face was tense as he walked a game train through the tall grasses around him. The trail led him to a small ruin. A fallen tree that once stood proud and tall, next to a crumbling stone wall. He ran his hand along the once familiar stones, a deep melancholy gripping his heart. He sat gently on the fallen tree, and gazed up to the endless sky. Dusk had begun to settle in, the clouds painted in dark blues and saturated oranges. His tears were silent, slipping down his face and dropping onto his clothes.

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The sky was growing dark as you finally felt traces of Solomon. Even without casting anything, his magic tended to seep out and stick to his surroundings. You followed the trail you were sure he had walked, steps quickening as you felt him more and more. Finally, after searching hell and back, literally, you see him. There's barely any light now, but you could never mistake his frame. You broke into a run, a sound of relief bursting from you. He looked towards you at the sound, surprised. He was less alert in this state, less aware of everything around him. The moment you reach him, your arms are around him, holding him tight to your body as you fall to your knees in front of him. It took Solomon a moment to fully realize what was going on. He looked down at you, seeing the way you clung to him as though he was your lifeline. The way you pressed your face against his chest, quiet sobs shaking your shoulders. 

  "How.. How did you find me?" Solomon inwardly cringed at the way his voice wavered. 

  "I looked everywhere. Everywhere you've ever taken me, or told me about. I was so worried Sol, I was so, so worried." You pulled back, just enough to see his face. His eyes were red and puffy, tear stains evident on his cheeks. He looked like he hadn't slept the entire time he was gone. Knowing Solomon, it was entirely possible. You raised a shaky hand to his cheek, cradling his face softly as though he might break. "I couldn't get in contact with you, no one knew where you were, I thought.." You swallowed back your tears. "I thought something happened to you." 

  Solomon's eyes widened, how long had he been gone? Everything was one big blur as he tried to recall how many nights had passed. "You know nothing can happen to me, I've always survived any mess I get myself into." A defensive smile tried to make its way onto his face, but it looked more like a grimace. "I'm okay, you don't need to be so worried MC." 

  "Please Sol… Please don't lie to me." You raised up your torso, so you could press your forehead to his. "You're always there for me when I need you, let me return the favour." Solomon took a few shaky breaths, tears threatening to begin falling once more. He raised his arms to wrap around you, leaning against you. The two of you stay like this for a while, just holding each other and breathing. Your legs were straining to keep you up but you didn't even notice. All of you was completely focused on Solomon in this moment. Without realizing, you began to hum. A gentle, soothing tune that Solomon had hummed for you countless times when you were broken down. A soft, sad smile made its way onto his face. 

  "My mother used to hum that for me. During the cold dark nights, when I would cry, she'd come down and hold me. When I was a very young boy."  You cracked your eyes open, and looked at him through your eyelashes. 

  "Is it alright?" He gave an affirmative hum, and you continued the tune. Solomon shifted his head down, nuzzling into your shoulder. You leaned your head against his. You weren't too sure how much time had passed, before he pulled back. 

  "Why don't you come sit next to me?" His voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sure your knees would appreciate a rest." You nodded, finally noticing how stiff you had grown as you moved beside him. You laced your fingers with his, and leaned against him. "... I'm sorry. I never wanted to worry you so." He squeezed your hand. "Thank you.. For coming to find me." 

  "Always, I will always come find you Sol." The promise warmed Solomon, helping him return to himself. "I love you Sol, I love you more than words could ever say." You turned to look at him, your eyes so full of love and care. Solomon had no clue what he had done to deserve you. His adorable little apprentice, who could calm his heart without even trying. Who warmed the forgotten parts of himself, that had been stuffed away by the years and years of pain and sadness. Who took the hand of that little boy, and brought him out into the warm sunlight. 

  "And I love you too, my Dear. more than I've ever loved anything. More than anything I've ever felt." He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. "I'll try to rely on you more, I promise. There are things I still can't bring myself to talk about, but I hope I can one day." A tired loving smile found its place on your face. 

  "I will wait as long as you need." This time, he pressed a kiss to your lips. It was such a tender kiss, so full of yours and his love. It was then that Solomon's stomach let out a growl. Come to think of it, he can't remember the last time he ate. He gave a sheepish laugh, worried he had somehow ruined the moment. "I brought some food, we could eat together?"

  "That would be wonderful, my Dear." You started pulling things from your bag, the meal was rather simple, prepared in a rush. Then you pulled out the soft blanket you had brought in case you had to sleep outside. You spread the blanket out in front of the tree and sat down. Leaning slightly against the tree behind your back, you pat the space next to you. Solomon sat down, pressing into your side as you passed him some food. You ate together in a comfortable silence, staring up into the starry sky. Solomon's hand found your own once more, the warmth welcome in the chilly night air. You stayed there til morning, pointing out constellations and talking. Solomon told you a bit more about his childhood, and you shared a bit of your own, before you both fell asleep against each other. 

[piko-chan-plus]

8/8

Belphie's pick

[bestguymammon]

TW: Death, lesson 16 spoiler, blood, violence, aggression.

You died. You died within his arms as Belphie laughed. Mammon's breath hitched as he held you close to him. He cried, hoping that maybe, just maybe you'd come back to life.

Magical tears, just like the books you had been reading him! You two would snuggle up together, you gently playing with his hair while reading. Maybe he never listened to the story, but he loved hearing your voice. Soothing, comforting.

Unlike the crumpled body within his grasp. Broken limbs, blood, bruises. How the hell did Belphegor do this, so fast and so swiftly? You would've called Mammon, he was sure of it! So..why didn't you...?

Quiet sobs filled the room as Belphie's hysteria faltered. He expected the brothers to be upset, but he didn't expect to just..break Mammon.

The second-most powerful demon in all of the 3 realms, maybe even the absolute strongest if he had something worth fighting for. You were that something.

Within a second or two, your body was placed back gently in the middle of the room, Belphie pinned against the wall and Mammon holding his claws against Belphegor's neck.

Ready. Waiting.

He had to be pulled back by Lucifer and Satan while Beel protected his twin.

"ARE YA KIDDING ME?? LET ME GO YOU DAMNED IDIOTS, HE-"

"Mammon," Belphie stuttered, holding his hand close to his neck. "It-It was a simple human. It wouldn't have lasted even a hundred ye-"

"Them... THEY WAS A PERSON TOO BELPHIE."

You were gone. All the brothers left Mammon alone for the time being, just to get his head wrapped around the fact.

It had been about 2 months now. No one had forgiven Belphie, and most brothers wouldn't even interact or look at him. The brothers kept their insults about Mammon to themselves, afraid he would snap.

Mammon assumed you were in the Celestial Realm. You didn't deserve to be down here in such a terrible place. Mammon had to stop being greedy, he couldn't have you around all the time.

When he heard that the Demon Realm was getting a new exchange student to replace you, Mammon punched a hole in his wall. Diavolo seemed too happy for such a gloom event.

But however, Mammon still attended in meeting the new student. He didn't hold his breath though. They wouldn't be you, the MC he knew and loved.

He heard the clacking of shoes in the hallway and looked up. Somewhat familiar. It wasn't until you opened the door that he noticed.

You were dressed in the most formal and translucent cloth possible. Beautiful flowers placed in your hair ever so planned, just the perfect hue to match your eye color.

You made eye contact with Mammon almost immediately. You softy smiled towards him, taking a few steps forwards.

"Hi Mammon. Did ya miss me?"