So Me And @qxurugosk Were Discussing About Z And Gale Being A Duo Space Riders And One Thing Led To Another

MC: Levi, I hope you always take care of yourself.

MC: Please forgive me. But I don't know how these things work. Can you please teach me?

MC: Levi, I'll arrange the bed for you.

MC: I love you, Levi.

The new exchange student: Levi... I like you. Please accept my feelings.

Levi: ...

Levi: I'm sorry. But I can't.

The new exchange student: Wh-What do you mean? You were the always one who—

Levi: I'm not interested in you. I shouldn't have been. *walks away*

The new exchange student: ...

Lucifer: Levi, I heard what happened between you and the exchange student.

Lucifer: Are you sure you were not interested of them? I remember you being so excited whenever you talked to them—

Levi: ...

Lucifer: ...

Lucifer: Levi, are you alright?

Levi: ...

Levi: No, Lucifer. *starts to tear up* I miss MC... I miss my spouse. *sobs*

Lucifer: ...

Diavolo: Leviathan kept on mentioning about having a spouse?

Lucifer: *worried frown* Yes. I know Levi can be a bit weird sometimes, but what if he's telling the truth?

Diavolo: Hmm... But won't you know if he ever had one?

Lucifer: *sigh* Yes. That's why I'm confused.

Barbatos: Young master? Lucifer?

Diavolo: Oh! Barbatos! Weren't you supposed to be back next month? Why are you here now?

Barbatos: *chuckles* Well, something unexpected happened.

Diavolo and Lucifer: ???

Barbatos: I met someone. *blushes* And I want to introduce them to you.

MC: *enters the room*

Barbatos: Meet my eternity.

Hello, I'm new here. I really like your dogday's style. He is my favourite character.

Can I pet dogday?

Very please 🥺.

Yes you can pet Dogday

Language Of Love

AlHaitham X GN! Reader

“‘Italics’” = he’s speaking another language

“So.. you can speak 20 languages?”

A random conversation.

It was easy to guess how you got to this point, boredom.

Spending time with your.. acquaintance, who you may or may not have a crush on, wasn’t on your agenda today, but here you are - sitting on a chair in his office as he effortlessly scribbles down sophisticated words onto parchment.

The sound was certainly pleasing to the ears, skrch sccrch sckrch.

You had no clue what he was doing. Oh, the duty of a scribe..

Or why you even came here..

No.

You knew why you came here, to spend time with him, as a friend only. Or maybe you were less than friends. It was hard putting a label on things when it came to the emotionally stunted AlHaitham. He was almost as bad as the General Mahamatra.

You just forgot how boring spending time with him can be if he’s busy working, thus leading you to flip through one of the many books on his bookshelf.

Yeah, you quickly got bored of that too.

These weren’t story books, they were informative books. You suppose to a man like him who enjoyed learning, this was like being surrounded by candy. To you? Its like being surrounded by encyclopedias.

He probably reads encyclopedias for fun.

So here you were, starting a conversation on a little fact you heard an academia student mutter like it was a piece of gossip even though it was probably outlined somewhere.

“Yes,” The scratching of quill to paper continues even as he glances up at you for a split second, “It’s important for scholars to broaden their knowledge and fluency of languages as to not hinder important research that may be written in a different dialect.”

All of Teyvat spoke the same language, it was easy to wonder why everyone from ancient times suddenly decided to switch. Of course you wouldn’t ask him such a thing, not right now anyway.

You had a plan.

A plan to woo this man.

The many failed attempts before can not hinder you.

Smugly, you said to him, “I bet I know one language you can’t speak.”

Oh, you were already giddy.

Curiosity peaked, his scribbling halted, eyes on you, “Is that so?” He was eager to hear you answer.

Whether you were toying with him, or genuinely knew a language he could add to his list, he was willing to listen.

“Do tell.”

Clearing your throat, you sat up straight and gave him a cocky smile, “The language of love.”

You were met with silence, as expected.

He was starstruck, surely. In awe. Was he wooed?

You could easily speak up with the punchline after his response, oh!! You would say, ‘but I can teach you!!’

Oh, he’s about to respond! He’s-!

“You must be referring to the ancient Fontaine language used by higher class citizens, commonly known to scholars as the language of love due to how words would ‘roll off the tongue like silk’ when speaking it.“

–an idiot? You were gobsmacked.

And he was smirking on the inside.

“I’m surprised you know of this language, you must have learned something from one of the books you’ve flipped through in the library.”

“That’s not,”

“I can even demonstrate it for you.”

“Wait!”

You began to fluster as he indeed began speaking a language completely foreign to your ears.

He was right, the words did flow silkily. This did not make you feel any better. Your pickup line failed miserably.

“‘You are so adorable, trying to trick me like this.’”

You can’t help but pout, wondering just what he was saying.

“‘Look at you, cheeks flushed and puffed like a fish. Honestly, how am I supposed to work efficiently if you’re here distracting me.’”

“Aw come on,” You began to complain, frowning at the gloating male, “I can’t understand you, y’know.”

“‘I do wonder if you’re aware that I know you like me, you wear your heart on your sleeves, my dear,’” he smiles ever so slightly, which completely unnerves you, “‘I like you too.’”

His cheek rests on his knuckles as he leans back and observes your frustration. Oh, how happy he was you brought this up. Any chance to show off his ability and confess without you knowing is always a good opportunity.

He’d shower you in compliments and confessions in all 20 languages if he had the time, perhaps even spill secrets to your unknowing ears.

Oh, how he would like that. He could say his deepest, darkest desires and you’d only look at him with confusion.. maybe even annoyance.

The thought pleased the busy scholar.

“That’s so mean you know, am I supposed to look up your words in a dictionary or something?”

“Oh, they wouldn’t be in a dictionary.” He reaches forward and tugs at your cheek, elation swirling in his broad chest as you whine and swat at his large arm.

“Should you remind me at a later date,” when he’s finally made you his, of course, “I’ll happily tell you what I said.”

“How about right now.”

“It is not a later date, only the time has changed.” Breathing out a sigh, faking annoyance, he turns his attention back to his paperwork, picking back up his quill.

“Ok, so I can ask you tomorrow.”

“You can, however, I’m under no obligation to tell you until I want to.”

“I dislike you very much, Scribe.” You grumbled, settling back in your seat.

He chuckles to himself, “I’m sure you do, ‘sweetheart.’”

“I snuck into the caves last night and got a nasty cut from a rock crab. Don’t tell anyone, okay?” - Sebastian

Remember that one dialogue Sebastian has about getting shanked by a rock crab? Yeah. That’s it. I just wanted to draw that.

Kisses to the wife

I did a doodle of Curly and reader, he just love so fucking much his wife

Also an ugly doodle of Jimmy

Malleus: Hello, my spirit friend.

MC: *chuckles* Good day, Malleus.

Malleus: Hm...

MC: What's wrong?

Malleus: I've just happened to notice that you are quite transparent when it's daytime.

MC: But you're still seeing me just fine, isn't it?

Malleus: ...

Malleus: *smiles* Yes. Totally radiant.

MC: I know you're talking about the sun, Malleus. You cheeky dragon.

Trey: I wish you could eat the pastries I made.

MC: I could. Only if I possess you though.

Trey: ...

Trey: You can go ahead.

MC: Oh no, Trey. I'm only joking.

Trey: But I'm being serious.

MC: ...

Riddle: *enters the kitchen* Oh, sorry. I didn't know your crush is here, Trey.

Trey: I— Riddle!

MC: I think I need to excuse myself. See you later, Trey. *disappears*

Riddle: What?

Trey: *facepalm* Nothing.

Celestial Child

Theo: MC, my dearest child. I would have to send you to Devildom to meet your other brothers.

MC: Father... Are you going to be alright once I left?

Theo: *chuckles* Yes. You worry too much. *pats their head* Be safe on your journey.

MC: *smiles* Thank you.

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Raphael: Sorry, MC. But I can only assist you to the Celestial Gate.

MC: It's fine, Raphael! You have been always helping me.

Raphael: ...

MC: Raphael...?

Raphael: *looks at them with a stern expression* Are you really sure that you want to meet Lucifer and his brothers? You know that they are demons.

MC: *genuinely smiles* Are you worried about me?

Raphael: *his expression softens* Why wouldn't I?

MC: *hugs him* I'm going to be fine, Raphael. It's not like our communication will stop once I arrived there.

Raphael: Better not. *hugs them back*

MC: *laughs*

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*In the Devildom*

Barbatos: MC will arrive shortly.

Diavolo: Are you nervous, Lucifer?

Lucifer: I don't know what you're talking about.

Barbatos: I think they are here now.

MC: *appears in front of them surrounded by a glowing light that eventually faded* Sorry for the wait.

Lucifer: *glares at them as he sees their wings that almost looked exactly like his*

Diavolo: No. You are just right on time. And Lucifer, would you care to assist them?

Lucifer: *walks towards MC and offers his hand* Let's go. I will show you around.

MC: *about to reach for his hand, but stops*

Lucifer: What's the matter?

MC: *laughs* You are planning to cut my hand, aren't you?

Lucifer: So you could read people's mind.

MC: No. I don't have that kind of ability. *smiles at him* It seems that you already hated me the moment your eyes landed on me.

Lucifer: I'm glad you know. I dislike the fact that father would make another being that is exactly like me.

MC: *sad frowns* I don't see why you think we are alike. You are still Lucifer, one of the greatest angels—

Lucifer: And now demon. You don't have to flatter me.

MC: *smiles* Okay.

Diavolo: *chuckles* Enough with the introductions. MC, let's go now and we are going to assist you to your home here in Devildom.

Barbatos: And Lucifer, please. Stop glaring at MC.

Lucifer: *looks away*

MC: *holds his hand*

Lucifer: !!!

MC: I will be in your care, brother.

Lucifer: *snarls* I'm not your brother. *but doesn't remove their hand to his*

Anything for Creme Brûlée Cookie x Reader? I feel like he doesn’t get much attention…

Creme Brûlée Cookie will often refer to you as his 'muse' or his 'songbird'. He loves seeing you get all flustered whenever he does.

He always gets you the best seats wherever he's performing. He always listens out for your applause, and can be seen beaming whenever he hears it.

He can handle criticism towards him with mild annoyance, but any towards you had him tossing away his usual calm persona and getting ready to fight. That's usually when you have to call Linzer Cookie to come and help you calm him down.

He's written several pieces meant only for you. He'll play them when alone with you, and he won't ever play them for the public because it's meant for you.

(Based on Solomon's audio drama)

MC: I heard from Mammon there was a Solomon quiz show today. I'm sad I couldn't participate

Solomon: It was nothing, MC, really it was just silly-

Mammon: Honestly it was so fun! Asmo kept bragging about how well he knows Solomon and then got all the answers wrong!

Asmo: The questions were so hard and so random!

Solomon: Ah well, I suppose I'm a hard person to read haha

MC: Oh please. Tell me the questions then, I want to try.

Solomon: Oh no MC please-

Asmo: Oh I want to see this! Apprentice vs Pacts - it's a battle of connections!

Mammon: Alrighty! Here we go! We're about to start the Solomon Quiz Show!

Solomon: *sighs* Not again...

Mammon: Alright first question! What is Solomon's favorite music genre?!

MC: Classical. That's too easy. Solomon invites us to so many orchestra shows. And he loves Paganini and Tchaikovsky.

Solomon: ...

Asmo: Wow! MC's correct! Are the details correct too, Solomon?

Solomon: Yes...

Mammon: Alright, next question! What's Solomon's favorite work of fantasy fiction?

MC: TSL by Simeon ofc. He's just like Levi, he just hides it better.

Solomon: *stares in awe* It's true...

Asmo: MC's correct again! Is it really that obvious?!

Mammon: Alright, last question! Is Solomon a cat person or a dog person?

MC: ....is this a joke? Solomon is literally in a chat group called CAT with Satan and me.

MC: And while he does love all animals in general, given that he can talk to them, he prefers frequenting cat cafes, specifically Cat's Eye.

MC: And there he has a favourite cat called Blissy and she's a Turkish Angora because her snow white fur matches his hair and it feels like she's his little sister.

Asmo: Oh honey! There's no way I can remember so much!!

Solomon: *blushes* I...I didn't realise you knew so much about me.

Mammon: Woahh, MC got 3 for 3! And more! Jeez MC, are ya like a stalker or something? *Laughs*

MC: Stalker? Oh pshhh, as if we all don't know a bit too much about our crushes. Anyway, this was kinda fun. Call me if there's another quiz show. *leaves*

Asmo: Did MC just make a confession of a crush on Solomon?

Mammon: I- I think they just did.

Solomon: *stares in shock in the direction MC left*

Yuuken and y/n: *sitting very close, shoulders touching each other*

Yuu: *squeeze in between those two* AIGHT SCOOT OVER LEMME SIT

Yes! This is exactly how it is in my head!

Yuuken tilts his head at the smaller human, watching as Yuu tries to sit between them. (Y/N) fully knows what Yuu is trying to do, so she humours them and (sadly) scoots a bit away from Yuuken to give Yuu some room. Yuu smiles brightly, oblivious to his own reasons on why he wanted to sit there. Grim ignores the magicless humans as he tries to follow Mr. Trien notes without falling asleep.

(Asks box is open! Yuu and Yuuken asks are welcomed! And RSA *wink* *wink*)