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This is probably just because i am a trans girl who are tall but trans girls who are short are so lucky
Prowly is a small medium.
[ID: Prowly, the small resin owl, is seated on orange patterned fabric, with an Altoids-style tin of mints in front of him. It is printed with a Ouija board design on the front and he has a single planchette-shaped mint under one wing.]
Like to stress fuck Lucifer / reblog for Diavolo’s breeding kink
Mammon isn’t scared because Lucifer has a knife
He’s scared because of how suspiciously good he is at using it. Not only is he perfectly skinning an apple but he chopped everything else into little pieces and shapes
Something tells me the fallen Angel is a good “interrogator” too—he did go through a war after all I’m sure he knows a thing or two with even little weapons like knives
Maybe mammon is having flashbacks of walking in on Lucifer using that knife for something else
bat at hornets nest maybe but "there is no ethical consumption under capitalism" refers to low income communities needing to choose between survival vs being eco friendly. not you continuing to watch the harry potter movies
Diavolo: Mc…Could you…Could you use your pact to make Lucifer do something for me?
MC:…What?
Diavolo: I want to see him wear this! *holds up maid outfit*
MC:…LUCIFER!
Pants are for the weak, and I'm strong af
MC refuses to wear pants. Chaos ensues.
tags. male!mc, amab!reader, shameless!mc, mix of crack and fluff, slightly suggestive content (a healthy dose of horny grip), all the brothers.
notes. this is my first fic ever and my debut post, oof, sweats. what does one says. open up? enjoy the meal? come back soon?
After everything you've been through since your arrival at Devildom, including (but not limited to) a murder (yours, to be precise), you've slowly but surely carved your own way into the brothers' chaotic life.
Every time you wake up tangled in Mammon's arms and legs, you simply snuggle in, even when you were pretty sure you went to sleep to an empty bed the night before.
Walking around school holding Satan's arm feels as natural as breathing, and if you end up close enough to lay your head on his shoulder, so be it.
Whenever Asmo crosses the room to fix your hair or touch your face, rambling about how long your lashes are, how soft your skin feels, you lean in and bask in the attention.
Naps with Belphie are an everyday thing now: you let him lay on top of you, hide his face against your neck and snuggle from fifteen to forty minutes.
You already know every single one of Beel's eating habits. You can tell when a 108 seeds salad will do the job, and when you'll have to phone Barbatos, asking for his Bloody Terrine recipe.
Anime binges with Levi have introduced you to so many new series you love, and the amount of inside jokes the two of you share is probably a bit unhealthy.
If Lucifer decides to make eye contact with you from across the table at dinner, you have no problem to hold it, and if you let out the secret smile here and there, you're rewarded with an identical one.
They love it. They indulge in the way you let one wall down after the other, relishing in your company, constantly wondering, how close can they get? How much can they take from you before you stop them?
And still, when yet another wall crumbles down, and you show up late for breakfast one fateful Sunday morning with nothing but a long white t-shirt on —rubbing your eyes, tumbling in, clearly more asleep than awake—, the silence is loud, deafening.
"Legs" is the first thing that Asmo blurts out, immediately shutting up at the glare he gets from Lucifer. Nothing and no one can stop him from looking though.
"What? What leg?" You ask, voice low, slow, and drowsy as you sit down on the only available seat, between Levi and Beel.
Not even half a second later Levi gets up, muttering something about someone please switch places with me, do you want me to die, is that what you want, a shitty otaku like me isn't built for this, this is one of my favorite tropes--.
On cue, Mammon and Satan get up and rush to take the now free seat. The winner is Mammon, "That should teach ya!! Taste the power of the second born! THE Mammon!" he blurts, loud but uncharacteristically evasive, face and neck as red as they get whilst holding intense eye contact with Levi's cereal bowl.
You laugh, as you always do, no longer surprised by their weird antics. "What's with that? Already fighting, so early on?" Elbow on table, cheek on hand, and the oversized t-shirt slides down, flashing an incredibly soft-looking shoulder.
While Levi chokes up with his own saliva and Beel reminds him he needs to breathe, Belphie sighs and shakes his head, unfazed, biting into his toast "Humans are pretty oblivious, uh? So dumb", and if he moves his chair a little bit closer to try and get a better look, it's no one's business but his.
"Calling me dumb as soon as I get here? Mean", you halfheartedly complain. Belphie might be onto something this time though: you have no idea what's going on.
Beel resumes chewing as he puts down a half-eaten cookie in front of you, "Saved this one for you", which gets him a smile. In the next breath, Asmo puts two cookies (unchewed) on your plate "And I saved these for you, honey", which gets him an even brighter smile.
Before everything gets out of control —he can already see his brothers wrestling until filling up your plate to the brim—, Lucifer decides it's time to intervene, "MC. Where are your pants."
It's not a question, you notice. You scratch your neck and tilt your head, suddenly overly-conscious of your attire (or lack thereof) "Well. In my room. I hope."
That gets you an exasperated sigh. Weird, that was even faster than usual. "Let me ask once again, and this time answer accordingly. Why are you not wearing your pants."
"Oh. Haha. Actually, it's super funny" It's not. "But, you see, back in the human world I used to do this all the time."
"This as in… Walking around naked?" Satan is the one asking, but while Lucifer sounds every bit of judgmental, he sounds playfully curious, his voice carries an obvious smile, even as he tries to hide it behind his mug (it's the one you got him, with cat ears, and a heart-shaped tail as the uncomfortable-looking handle).
"Not naked" How ridiculous would that be? You roll your eyes, reaching for your own mug (the one that has "Why be a demon hunter when you can be a demon kisser?" in bold red letters) and stopping halfway, thinking. "Surely I'm wearing boxers right now." And to corroborate that you are, in fact, not walking around naked, you look down and lift the shirt. Just to be sure.
You've barely got a glimpse of black fabric (great, you didn't forget, that could've been embarrassing) when Mammon comes back to life, reaching out with both hands and pulling down to cover you once again, with more than enough strength. "Oi, oi, oi! W-w-what do ya think ya're doin'?! Are ya really that stupid?! Don't go around lettin' them s--"
A glimpse of your left nipple as the t-shirt slides even lower is apparently the straw that broke the demon's back, if the multiple gasps and squeals, delighted giggles (pretty sure those are Asmo's) and Lucifer's loud groan are any indicative.
"Enough. From now on, pants and t-shirts that actually fit are mandatory in and out the house."
"Thank you, but no, thank you. I can't go back to wearing pants, they're suffocating. Also, it's only inside the house, so it should be okay, right?"
"It wasn't a question, this isn't about you agreeing or not, it's regulatory, and--"
"I say, if my darling doesn't want to wear pants, let him be, maybe it's a strange human tradition? We should join him!"
"That can't be the case, I haven't read anything like that before."
"C-couldn't you at least wear a longer t-shirt? I'm going to pass out, it's exactly the same as in the second episode of I Turned Into a Bat Thinking My Childhood Friend Wouldn't Care But We Ended Up Married in The Afterlife where the protagonist--"
"It looks comfortable, MC. You probably can eat a lot in that."
"And naps in a long t-shirt are the best, right? We should test it out. Right after breakfast."
"Oi!! No! It's a no-go! Don't ya think I don't see ya lookin' at my human all over! Do I need to remind y'all who his first man is--"
"I don't see why it is such a big deal", you mumble, pointedly not looking in Lucifer's direction, finally biting into a cookie as you let the t-shirt slide and move as it pleases, feeling snug and comfy in its embrace. So soft. "Aren't we all guys? There's nothing that I have that you don't."
You continue chewing, eyes widening at a sudden realization "Or there is?" you ask, mouth full of cookie, trying to recall your limited knowledge in Demon Anatomy. Not your best subject, if you're being honest.
And thus a new round of shouting and squealing starts, so chaotic that getting a word in is impossible.
Or at least was, until the ringing of the bell stops everyone in its tracks. Getting a few crumbs off your hands with the help of your very controversial t-shirt, you get up, walking towards the door with all the confidence of someone who's actually wearing pants.
It seems like ages since the last time all seven siblings agreed on something, but right now, they all scream in unison "Don't open the door!".
Pants are for the weak, and I'm strong af
MC refuses to wear pants. Chaos ensues.
tags. male!mc, amab!reader, shameless!mc, mix of crack and fluff, slightly suggestive content (a healthy dose of horny grip), all the brothers.
notes. this is my first fic ever and my debut post, oof, sweats. what does one says. open up? enjoy the meal? come back soon?
After everything you've been through since your arrival at Devildom, including (but not limited to) a murder (yours, to be precise), you've slowly but surely carved your own way into the brothers' chaotic life.
Every time you wake up tangled in Mammon's arms and legs, you simply snuggle in, even when you were pretty sure you went to sleep to an empty bed the night before.
Walking around school holding Satan's arm feels as natural as breathing, and if you end up close enough to lay your head on his shoulder, so be it.
Whenever Asmo crosses the room to fix your hair or touch your face, rambling about how long your lashes are, how soft your skin feels, you lean in and bask in the attention.
Naps with Belphie are an everyday thing now: you let him lay on top of you, hide his face against your neck and snuggle from fifteen to forty minutes.
You already know every single one of Beel's eating habits. You can tell when a 108 seeds salad will do the job, and when you'll have to phone Barbatos, asking for his Bloody Terrine recipe.
Anime binges with Levi have introduced you to so many new series you love, and the amount of inside jokes the two of you share is probably a bit unhealthy.
If Lucifer decides to make eye contact with you from across the table at dinner, you have no problem to hold it, and if you let out the secret smile here and there, you're rewarded with an identical one.
They love it. They indulge in the way you let one wall down after the other, relishing in your company, constantly wondering, how close can they get? How much can they take from you before you stop them?
And still, when yet another wall crumbles down, and you show up late for breakfast one fateful Sunday morning with nothing but a long white t-shirt on —rubbing your eyes, tumbling in, clearly more asleep than awake—, the silence is loud, deafening.
"Legs" is the first thing that Asmo blurts out, immediately shutting up at the glare he gets from Lucifer. Nothing and no one can stop him from looking though.
"What? What leg?" You ask, voice low, slow, and drowsy as you sit down on the only available seat, between Levi and Beel.
Not even half a second later Levi gets up, muttering something about someone please switch places with me, do you want me to die, is that what you want, a shitty otaku like me isn't built for this, this is one of my favorite tropes--.
On cue, Mammon and Satan get up and rush to take the now free seat. The winner is Mammon, "That should teach ya!! Taste the power of the second born! THE Mammon!" he blurts, loud but uncharacteristically evasive, face and neck as red as they get whilst holding intense eye contact with Levi's cereal bowl.
You laugh, as you always do, no longer surprised by their weird antics. "What's with that? Already fighting, so early on?" Elbow on table, cheek on hand, and the oversized t-shirt slides down, flashing an incredibly soft-looking shoulder.
While Levi chokes up with his own saliva and Beel reminds him he needs to breathe, Belphie sighs and shakes his head, unfazed, biting into his toast "Humans are pretty oblivious, uh? So dumb", and if he moves his chair a little bit closer to try and get a better look, it's no one's business but his.
"Calling me dumb as soon as I get here? Mean", you halfheartedly complain. Belphie might be onto something this time though: you have no idea what's going on.
Beel resumes chewing as he puts down a half-eaten cookie in front of you, "Saved this one for you", which gets him a smile. In the next breath, Asmo puts two cookies (unchewed) on your plate "And I saved these for you, honey", which gets him an even brighter smile.
Before everything gets out of control —he can already see his brothers wrestling until filling up your plate to the brim—, Lucifer decides it's time to intervene, "MC. Where are your pants."
It's not a question, you notice. You scratch your neck and tilt your head, suddenly overly-conscious of your attire (or lack thereof) "Well. In my room. I hope."
That gets you an exasperated sigh. Weird, that was even faster than usual. "Let me ask once again, and this time answer accordingly. Why are you not wearing your pants."
"Oh. Haha. Actually, it's super funny" It's not. "But, you see, back in the human world I used to do this all the time."
"This as in… Walking around naked?" Satan is the one asking, but while Lucifer sounds every bit of judgmental, he sounds playfully curious, his voice carries an obvious smile, even as he tries to hide it behind his mug (it's the one you got him, with cat ears, and a heart-shaped tail as the uncomfortable-looking handle).
"Not naked" How ridiculous would that be? You roll your eyes, reaching for your own mug (the one that has "Why be a demon hunter when you can be a demon kisser?" in bold red letters) and stopping halfway, thinking. "Surely I'm wearing boxers right now." And to corroborate that you are, in fact, not walking around naked, you look down and lift the shirt. Just to be sure.
You've barely got a glimpse of black fabric (great, you didn't forget, that could've been embarrassing) when Mammon comes back to life, reaching out with both hands and pulling down to cover you once again, with more than enough strength. "Oi, oi, oi! W-w-what do ya think ya're doin'?! Are ya really that stupid?! Don't go around lettin' them s--"
A glimpse of your left nipple as the t-shirt slides even lower is apparently the straw that broke the demon's back, if the multiple gasps and squeals, delighted giggles (pretty sure those are Asmo's) and Lucifer's loud groan are any indicative.
"Enough. From now on, pants and t-shirts that actually fit are mandatory in and out the house."
"Thank you, but no, thank you. I can't go back to wearing pants, they're suffocating. Also, it's only inside the house, so it should be okay, right?"
"It wasn't a question, this isn't about you agreeing or not, it's regulatory, and--"
"I say, if my darling doesn't want to wear pants, let him be, maybe it's a strange human tradition? We should join him!"
"That can't be the case, I haven't read anything like that before."
"C-couldn't you at least wear a longer t-shirt? I'm going to pass out, it's exactly the same as in the second episode of I Turned Into a Bat Thinking My Childhood Friend Wouldn't Care But We Ended Up Married in The Afterlife where the protagonist--"
"It looks comfortable, MC. You probably can eat a lot in that."
"And naps in a long t-shirt are the best, right? We should test it out. Right after breakfast."
"Oi!! No! It's a no-go! Don't ya think I don't see ya lookin' at my human all over! Do I need to remind y'all who his first man is--"
"I don't see why it is such a big deal", you mumble, pointedly not looking in Lucifer's direction, finally biting into a cookie as you let the t-shirt slide and move as it pleases, feeling snug and comfy in its embrace. So soft. "Aren't we all guys? There's nothing that I have that you don't."
You continue chewing, eyes widening at a sudden realization "Or there is?" you ask, mouth full of cookie, trying to recall your limited knowledge in Demon Anatomy. Not your best subject, if you're being honest.
And thus a new round of shouting and squealing starts, so chaotic that getting a word in is impossible.
Or at least was, until the ringing of the bell stops everyone in its tracks. Getting a few crumbs off your hands with the help of your very controversial t-shirt, you get up, walking towards the door with all the confidence of someone who's actually wearing pants.
It seems like ages since the last time all seven siblings agreed on something, but right now, they all scream in unison "Don't open the door!".
Cult of the…. triangle?? Hmmm…Somethings not right here.
Taking care of you on your period - Obey Me
Characters: Lucifer, Asmodeus, Diavolo
A/N: I’ve seen a lot of these types of posts, but they don’t feel specific enough for me, so I did it myself 💀 Might do other parts with the other characters eventually or if it gets requested. Reposting cause this isn’t showing up in tags :’) Requests are open!
Warnings: mentions of throwing up, blood, nudity (not sexual), and mention of fainting
Word count: 1.7k
part 2
Lucifer:
-At the House of Lamentation, every day is a different person’s turn to cook. Conveniently enough, on the day it’s your turn, you’re hardly able to get out of your bed without the whole room spinning
-He definitely checks on whoever is meant to be cooking dinner every day a while before the usual time everyone sits to eat, since his brothers aren’t exactly the most punctual and responsible people around
-So he goes to check on you thinking you’re just being lazy and stuff, but he’s also a bit worried because he hasn’t seen you for a good portion of the day but didn’t realize it because of how busy he was
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that "OKAY SO" before someone u love starts infodumping.......... most blessed feeling in the world
...I've had. a terrible DA4 thought. What if Dorian is both DA4's carryover companion from DAI and the resident untrustworthy apostate of the game.
Context for this thought: You know that thing in In Hushed Whispers where you learn that everything Alexius is doing is an act of desperation to undo the darkspawn attack that ended with his wife dead and his son infected with Blight? And how while Quiz loses the hand the Anchor was embedded in the fact that there's no gameplay after that point means it's never actually confirmed whether or not that actually fixed what it was doing to them or broke the connection with the Fade it forged? And how Dorian is unflinchingly devoted to a Quiz who's either a good friend or his lover? Yeah...
But seriously though, the concept of Dorian being the carryover companion only for him to eventually betray the group because Quiz is dying (again) and betraying the group is part of Dorian's last-ditch attempt to save them is now in my head! And it's not going away. So now I'm going to put it in everyone else's heads too.
bebe
I'm back to doing prompts :D
bebe
guess who just learned a new way to draw leaves
Legacy✨👑
thinking of him and only him <3
MC x Mammon is the Smart/Nerd x Stupid/Idiot trope but the roles are interchangeable and they each are a very specific type of stupid (& smart) and by that I mean
MC is the "in front of the class trying to solve a math problem, looks back at mammon, sees him holding up the answer & proceeds to draw mammon holding up the answer on the board" kind of stupid
While Mammon is the "looks at MC mouthing "not guilty" during his trial and says "hot milky" with full confidence" kind of stupid
They can both occasionally be stupid at the same time but if they're both smart at the same time the world implodes
he's open for business
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another thread of ladynoir headcanons because i said so
Only Ladybug is allowed to give Chat Noir cute nicknames (mon Chaton, mon Minou, etc). One time, when they needed more team members to help them fight a particular harsh Akuma battle, Roi Singe (Kim) was being silly and tried to call Chat Noir by screeching “Here, Chaton! Chaton, Chaton!”
He received the most deadliest and horrifying death glare from Ladybug and got nightmares about it for a week straight.
