#{ but I already have ideas for Sucre!! }

[shinigxmi-muses]

{ Sug needs icons, and... For the first time, I don't wanna rely overmuch on other people. I really want to do w/ her what I originally intended for Shiori: homemade icons, done by yours truly.

{ ...She'll be easier to work with, too, given that Sugar's source is a pixel game, LOL! So while I have a mini-art project currently ongoing that's my priority, I may try to do talksprite-like icons for Sugar in the future. }

{ ...And a bonus for those who wanna see Aort. /silly }

For a little fun fact...!

Voidlight / Galatea will be my "Universal Constant" sona, and Circe is an OC for a game I've been playing! Galatea is ready for further work, but I need to finish the line-work on the other...uh. Like, 6? Before I can move on to coloring.

....And yes, Flipnote Studio is my favorite way to do quick arts when I don't feel like figuring out my iPad or drawing traditional. LOL-

#Mun speaks #VoidlightArts #{ but I already have ideas for Sucre!! } #{ I just think it'd be nice to give her icons... } #{ she deserves it; even some talksprite lvl stuff! }

[thefandomdirtymind]

Stand by Me

OPLA - Vinsmoke Sanji

Soundtrack : Stand by me - Ben E. King

Hymne a l'amour - French Version by Josh Groban

Hymn to love - Edith Piaf

Sanji / OPLA Masterlist and Coming Soon 

A/N : I had this idea stuck in my head for a while. Big shoutout to @alienstardustwrites for heard me complain about my cringe ideas and vocabulary struggle when helping me with my romantic vision.

* English is not my first language, I tried really hard to correct myself but, I hope you will excuse me if some mistakes are still there.

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It was a really calm night on the Merry Going. 

Most of the crew was already asleep, even Usopp who’s, in the nest, was on vigilance duty. In the kitchen, you were lazily washing the dishes as Sanji was doing his prep for the next day. He had ,of course, insisted that doing both wasn’t bothered him and that you should go rest like the others, but you had assured him that you weren’t tired and preferred helping him than counting sheeps or worse fixing the ceiling. 

It was then in a comfortable silence that you both focused on your work, enjoying each other's presence. 

The calm atmosphere, only broken by the repetitive chopping sound and often clicking of plates against each other was in fact so peaceful that you at first thought you were mistaken. But, as you passed behind Sanji, you heard it again, faint but still melodious. 

The blond cook was singing under his breath. You recognized, by the few words you could hear, the ballad the musician was playing at your last, well deserved, night of fun.

The place was crowded, either by drunk sailors or couples, as much intoxicated as the previous, slowly dancing to the music. You remembered Sanji being particularly flirty that night, except for when that song had come. Multiple times, you had seen him reach for you before retreating himself or just brushing your question away. 

“ It’s nothing, love “ 

Had been the only answer you had for his momentary strange behavior. 

But here, in the tranquility of his own kitchen, you couldn’t help yourself to be amused by the tall man.         

Slowly, drying the plate in your hand, you softly join your voice with him, trying to not lose the tempo as you see the tips of his ears turn an interesting shade of red.

“ I’m sorry, I didn’t know you could hear me “ Sanji apologies. 

“Why are you sorry ? That’s okay Sanj, you can enjoy a song you know. And you were singing it pretty well. It’s the song the musician played last time right ? ”  

“ Thank you darling, yes it is. I have it stuck in my head for a while now…” He said, putting aside his vegetable prep and salted meat. “ In fact, that night, I was...I was trying to invite you to dance but I didn’t...I didn’t want to share that moment with the others.” He softly confessed. 

You could perfectly understand. As much as you love Luffy and the others, being with them all the time has only left you really few moments of privacy. And you knew that , even if Sanji and you didn’t really hide your attraction for each other, flirting as much as you can without crossing a certain line, you knew that you would have heard jokes and other childish reactions for weeks.  

Putting down your dishcloth, resolute, you slowly crossed the distance between you and the best cook of the east blue. 

“  Sanji,the night is calm, everyone is asleep, can I invite you to dance ? “ You gently asked. 

“ We don’t have any music “ He softly smiled. 

“ Then sing for me “ You replied,as your hands slowly slid up on his chest before locking themselves behind his neck. 

His smile could have illuminated the sky if the moon wasn’t so jealousy guarding his spot. Placing one of his strong hands on your waist before enveloping one of your hands in his, he slowly closed the gap between your two bodies.  

“ As you wish, Coeur en sucre“ Sanji answered. * Heart of sugar/Sweetheart

Softly starting to hum the instrumental part, adjusting his head above yours. He gradually drives you in a slow movement, keeping you firmly against him, his warm chest solid under your cheek.  

As you were both swaying in the night and he was singing in your ears how he wanted you to stay by his side, making you often gently twirl, before welcoming you back in your warm bubble. Sanji reaches the end of the song, but never stops the move, letting your two heartbeats become the tempo, wishing to keep you for him a little longer, even if it is just for a moment. 

Your flirtation with Sanji has always been fun, light and cautious. But, as you lifted your head off his shoulder, your lips brushing against each other, starting their own long dance of waiting and hesitation, you knew it was inevitable as your gaze got lost on each other.

Lightly his soft lips took possession of yours,making it seem  like time itself stopped, letting you enjoy in peace the sweetness of his kiss. Returning for more,his hand cupping the side of your face, passion diffusing itself little by little like a good liquor, kiss by kiss, you softly smile against his mouth. 

“ I think we have definitely crossed the line “ You joked, before stealing another kiss.

“ I think I had crossed that line the first day I saw you, “ Sanji confessed, his thumb caressing your cheek. “ You’re so perfect, I knew in a minute I had to make you mine “ 

“ Then, thank you for waiting for me.” You replied, leaving a long kiss on his lips before putting your head back at his place on his shoulder. “ Sanji, can you sing for me again please ? I don’t want the moment to end” 

“ Me neither mon ange” He answered, his arms tighten around your waist. 

As he intoned the debut of a french song about a hymn to love, your bodies moving in harmony, you knew you would have given everything to stay like this forever.

Song : (French ) ( English )

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I don't really know if there's much of an audience for this particular fandom as it's been nearly eighteen years since the show first aired but if there is an audience:

my requests are officially open to characters from Prison Break! I'm willing to write for nearly every single one of the prison break crew but I am especially willing to write requests for Michael, Lincoln, Sucre and Sarah so if you have any ideas concerning those four, feel free to shoot them into my inbox! I've got a few ideas for Michael already but I'd love to hear other peoples if anyones got any!

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[supersabbatical2024]

4/20/24: Pastries tasted to date… Un Brioche de sucre, deux cookies au chocolat 🍪 🍪, trois Palmiers, trois crèpes et beaucoup des croissants 🥐 🥐 🥐 🥐 🥐 🥐 🥐 🥐 Très bien pour cinq jours? Ok, that basically means that eating pastry has been one of our top priorities since we got here 5 days ago. Bien sur, some of my middle and high school French is coming back to me, dans mon 🧠, mais je ne parle Francais avec ma bouche… I can read and get the gist of the words, I can listen and understand the gist of the words, but speaking aloud is just a mental block for me. I just freeze and go blank. Meanwhile, Claude learned some French from his Japanese mom some 40+ years ago, and he is better than I am at ordering lunch! Maybe when I come back and live here for 6 months, I will have a break-through… 👀

We heard good news about Oreo yesterday, and my son is taking great care of mom, so all is holding steady on the home front, knock wood…😬

Today, we walked through several street markets of fresh flowers, spices, as well as fruit and produce. We have passed through a different street market pretty much every day, in one spot or another here in Aix. We have enjoyed buying boxes of gorgeous shiny fraises 🍓and framboises to eat while we walk around and around this town… At my request, we are trying another Thing on this sabbatical…I always liked the idea of traveling and staying put in one place rather than moving every few days or so—the idea is to feel like I am getting to know “my neighborhood.” I thought it could make us feel more like we’re living here than if we popped around hotel to hotel. We are only 3 weeks, so it’s LIKE we are living here, but without having to actually figure out too many real life things except Where and What to Eat. But also Where to Go for Groceries, and whether I can actually buy French Onion Dip here (not that I can see!). BUT part of “kind of like” living here is also cooking at home, so I was on a mission at the street market today.

Here’s how it went: We were people-watching this morning as we ate our croissant and cinnamon roll at a tiny cafe table outside at Weibel Patisserie (a pretty famous place I’m told). We each sipped a “cafe luong” (deux, actually—I guess I drink strong black coffee now. Bzzzzz), while we sat practically in the street (trucks and older ladie’s roller grocery bags were millimeters apart and nobody but us gasped!). It’s Saturday (Samedi), and everyone was holding their big shopping baskets or trailing their rollie bags behind them. Older couples seemed to be out shopping together, sharing the load, and EVERYONE had giant LEEKS sticking out of their bags!! Perhaps there was a sale at the street market, or perhaps Leeks are very French, which I did not really know. But now I wanted to achèter les poireaux…I wanted to buy the leeks! Claude unwittingly threw down a challenge, noting that he has always LOVED Potato/Leek soup…I’m not sure he believed I could/would actually follow through, but I grabbed the leeks, potato, et bien sur, l’herbes de Provence!!! We stopped at the Casino supermarchè for chicken broth (another item Not to Be Found in two grocery stores we checked, only vegetale ou bouillon…what is that about??). We got home and Claude went off to read on the back patio in the sun ☀️ while I cooked up Le Soup De Jour: Potato et Poireaux…Voila, Je suis une chef Francaise!!! (Yeah No). I even made a cooking video (not my first if you must know! Just NOT widely distributed due to their silliness). You can find it posted…NOWHERE 😝

We will see how this whole “hanging out in one place” works out…It’s only been 5 days, and I feel like I have already found my favorite Palmier. I’ve also been to the snazzy automated Nespresso store several times (I get it, Europe! I really doo!) So much more to master, though, and tomorrow is a travel day. We are actually getting up early to drive to an antique market about an hour away, in Isle Sur La Sourgue. Et maintenant, and now, Claude is cooking at home! Reheating my soup de jour and making his famous salad dressing for a salade avec our last few slices of délicieux jambon 🥗 🍖 Bon soir!! ❤️ 🌙

[kiarazuri]

Chapter 2: Lottie

“Golden tickets,” Charlotte “Lottie” DuCiel (27M, he/him) states matter-of-factly.     Sucre DuCiel, matriarch of the family and Lottie’s mother, stops typing long enough to turn her head, raise her left brow, and give Lottie the most ‘what about it’ expression in the world.      “I think we should hold a contest for our customers to win a tour of the factory,” Lottie tells her, forcing himself to keep still, to not fidget under his mother’s stare. “Using golden tickets.”     “You mean to allow people inside the factory?” Sucre clarifies, the question obviously rhetorical as she turns to face Lottie head on. She leans forward in her chair and places her hands on the desk between them, steepling her fingers. She taps her acrylics together in a steady, slow rhythm. Lottie almost flinches at the sound—a shiver running up his spine—but manages to hold it in at the last second. He’s always hated the feel of acrylics, the memory of his one and only pair, of tapping them against anything, making his skin crawl.      He has the urge to glance at the chipping gumdrops on his own nails. He went to the salon only a week ago but they’re already due for a touch-up. He’s been smoothing a quick layer of glamour over them to mask the imperfections every day before work.      Lottie doesn’t fidget, doesn’t flinch, and doesn’t look at his nails.      He doesn’t show weakness or insecurity. He can’t. Not now.     Sucre DuCiel has been in the foulest mood of Lottie’s life these last few months, forcing everyone in the family to walk on eggshells lest they unleash the Factorie Queen’s wrath.     The last time that happened… the river flooded.     As his mother’s tapping takes on an incessant speed, Lottie keeps his cool by counting down from ten: 10 amandines, 9 amygdalopitas, 8 angel cakes, 7 aranygaluskák, 6 babkas, 5 bara brith—     Sucre stills. Silence rings in Lottie’s ears.     He keeps his eyes focused just above his mother’s, on the spot directly between the woman’s beautifully arched brows—filled in today with a black pencil just a few shades darker than her natural color to make them pop! against her deep brown skin. The same color as the roots of the voluminous ombre curls framing her face.     “Explain it to me,” she commands, finally.     Lottie lets the breath he’d been holding out slowly, unobtrusively; praying she doesn’t notice.     “Five tickets will be hidden in our signature candy bars and each of the five winners will be allowed a single companion each,” Lottie explains, keeping his voice even. “10 people, no more, no less. Allowed inside the factory on a single day for a 10 hour tour guided by myself and a handful of my sibling-cousins.”     Tap! Tap! Tap!     10 basbousas, 9 baumkuchen, 8 bebinca, 7 berlingozzi, 6—     “Give me a reason.”     “Good publicity,” Lottie admits truthfully.     Sucre’s lips twist in displeasure, her brown eyes hardening.     She knows exactly what Lottie means—as did his sibling-cousins when he first floated the idea. Délicieux Carré is in deep need of good publicity at the moment, have needed it ever since The Kandy Killer or Jawbreaker or whatever the newspapers have been calling the serial killer—the source of the matriarch’s aforementioned foul mood,—started using DuCiel territory as their hunting ground seven months ago.     From a public standpoint, it’s bad.     From a private standpoint, it’s worse.     Especially since the killer has been using DuCiel products as calling cards. They even stopped selling their jawbreakers and candycanes after the second murder, but the cakehole must have stockpiled beforehand ‘cause all the murders since have still featured them.     Not to mention the shame of not being able to figure out who the fudger is.     In their own territory.     It’s enough to make all of them a little irked.     “Why golden tickets?”
“No one can resist a good gimmick,” Sucre stares at him; waits for him to continue. Lottie takes a moment to control his voice. “Because if the tour is themed after Wally Wonda’s than—“     “Than you and your sibling-cousins can play as many tricks as you like,” Sucre finishes, breaking eye contact. She takes a deep breath that tells Lottie all he needs to know about her feelings on the subject. “Is this a trap for the killer or simply a means to play games?”     Both. “We think it’ll do our business good. People have been curious about the inside of the factory since Mamie’s reign,” Lottie urges. It’s true, even if it’s not the only truth. “We’ll even give a public announcement everyday telling our customers how many tickets are left to drive sales.”     “Make them fight for the honor.”     “Exactly.”     Sucre finally returns her gaze to her son, her eyes flashing a bright orange before returning to their human brown. “There are rules.”     “Of course, Maman. We’d never break your rules.”     She doesn’t comment, merely starts listing each rule off on her perfectly manicured fingers. Seeing them up close makes Lottie jealous. I really need to get my nails redone.     “No tortures, no disappearings, no product or profit tampering, and keep far, far from the fairyhole,” Sucre commands. “Understand?”     “Yes, Maman.”     Sucre snaps her finger, the usual sign that she’s done with a conversation.     Lottie stands to leave when a single, loud sound stops him in his tracks.     “Look at me.”     Lottie returns his gaze unerringly to his mother’s brow.     “Tell me your plan for the killer.”     Lottie swallows. 10 bibikkan, 9 bibingka, 8 bienenstich, 7 birthday cakes, 6 Black Forest, 5 blitztorte— “Our tricks will double as traps, capturing and collecting—“     A genuine smile curls Sucre’s lips. “Just like Wonda’s.”     “Yes,” Lottie admits. “And because of the nature of our factory, it’ll be easy to interrogate them with fairy foods disguised as samples.”     She nods appreciatively. “Don’t screw up.”     “We won’t,” Lottie promises with a bow of his head.     Lottie steps out of his mother’s office. Waits for the door to shut with an audible, heavy click! and sighs the heaviest sigh in his life (well, not life, but it’s still very heavy). As the air in his lungs escapes, Lottie deflates, the tension in his shoulders easing.     He rolls his shoulders and cricks his neck.     “Nerve-wracking,” Lottie murmurs to himself, pulling his phone from the breast pocket of his navy suit.     He pulls up the Chaos App and navigates through the DuCiel Confectionarie server till he reaches the Events category, inside is the #Wonda Tour channel he’d created a few weeks ago (after the last murder left them all scrambling to find a solution).     Charlotte♡Fever: Maman said yes     CreamQueen💦: Thats what I like to hear *Fist-Pumping Baby Meme*     𝓑ittersweet𝓑itch: Awesome!     🗝LIME0314159: Oh thank gods, thought she was gonna eat you alive     CLAIRCardCaptor: Surprised she didnt yeet u into the Hole     beeloverbabe: glad you survived Bro     Charlotte♡Fever: Asdfghjklf 😭 it wasn’t *that* bad yall     Charlotte♡Fever: im heading back now     Charlotte♡Fever: Meet me there “CreamQueen💦 is typing…” appears beneath my final message just as a sound like a giant suction-cup releasing pops through the air.     Lottie freezes mid-step, senses tingling.     He doesn’t move, doesn’t breathe, doesn’t even think as he waits for the sound to repeat itself.
When it does, Lottie pockets his phone and turns left, aiming for the ruckus.     DuCiel Confectionarie is a maze of constantly moving twists and turns that anyone without the magical knowhow to navigate it will get lost in. But there are some parts, some doors or windows or potted plants, that stay, that never move no matter how much the wild magic commands it. This area, where his mother and auncle’s offices are, is one of those stagnant parts. The area surrounding the offices is another story. It’s only half-wild, alternating between three areas and three areas only: 1) The Testing Hall, 2) The Experiment Hall, and 3) The Marketting Hall.     The sound comes again, and when Lottie pushes through a large double door to follow it, the staggered, labelled red doors in the hallway beyond are instantly recognizable.     The Experiment Hall.     The Citrus Triplets’ domain.     Two of those triplets responded to Lottie’s message in Chaos, but he hasn’t heard from the third all morning. But that’s not unusual. Of the DuCiels, Aigreur spends the most time outside the Compound.     The sound comes again.     Followed by yelling, yipping… and mooing.     Oh no.     Lottie’s stops in front of the door labelled DAIRY. He presses his ear to the door hoping to make sense of the sounds, but has to admit defeat when a crash is added to the mix. Lottie sighs. Places a hand on the door handle.     And walks straight into an absolute disaster.     There’s a split-second between Lottie opening the door and the sound of another suction-cup releasing, just enough time for him to catch a glimpse of the room’s insides, of Aigreur chasing an escaped goupil* between the cow-stalls and the goupil tripping over one of the milking-machine’s long tentacles, before he’s drenched.     And even if he hadn’t seen the fluffy yellow cow the milker’d been hooked up too, Lottie’d recognize this dairy the second it touched his skin. Thick, slimey, viscous, and covering EVERY. SINGLE. INCH of his body from head to feet and the tips of his toes.     Custard.     Lottie holds his breath; in disbelief, in shock, in fear—what flavor is this?! The scent is too savory-spicy to ever be right for a custard—and counts, prays that when he reaches 1 he’ll wake up and this’ll all be a dream. 10 blondies, 9 bolo de mel, 8 Boston cream pies—The urge to breathe is too much. God-DOUGHNUT.     When Lottie releases his held breath he vibrates his lips, pushing against the layer of muck coating them—only for a glob of disgusting, MUSTARD FLAVORED custard to fall from his cupid’s bow and land in his mouth.     Lottie gags.     “WHAT UNHOLY EXPERIMENTS ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?!” He screams blindly, and knowing full well he’s not alone.     “It’s—” Aigreur’s voice breaks through the gunk covering Lottie’s ears. “—for a new vol au vent flavor.”     Vol au vent.     VOL AU VENT.     “IGGY, ARE YOU FUDGING KIDDING ME?!”     Aigreur’s wince is palpable in the otherwise still room.     The goupil must have stopped running.     Prob’ly hiding, the li’l pez.     “Sorry, Lot,” she replies, sounding like a kicked puppy. “E’erythin’ woulda been dandy if Toutou hadn’t gotten in.”     Toutou, otherwise known as the biggest li’l pez in the factory.     Forget hiding, the goupil probably fled the second the custard touched Lottie’s skin. Escaped into the wild wild factory somewhere where none of the DuCiels will find them for months, not till they’ve all forgotten The Custard Incident and the little fairy fox will be safe from retribution.     Lottie makes a mental note not to forget.     I will have my revenge, he promises.     “You need ‘elp gettin’ cleaned up?”     Lottie shakes his head. “Nope,” Another glob of custard splits from his lip on the ‘P’. “But we’re gonna talk about this—” Lottie motions to himself, the custard. “—later.”     “Yes, Sir.”     Arms airplaned out to his sides and legs slightly spread, Lottie turns and waddles back out the door. He walks slowly, oh so carefully navigating the factory’s treacherous halls on blind autopilot. At some point he wipes at his face with his drenched suit arm but it’s useless. Either nothing came off, or he just transferred even more custard onto his face. He resigns himself to relying on his memory to get him out, seeing today’s layout in his mind’s eye.     He feels the flow of the factory’s wild magic with his own and uses this extra sense to head straight for the Hidden West Door that opens directly onto Bonbon Street. If he takes that door out, all he’ll have to do is cross the street and enter through the Hidden East Door.     Just fifty-feet from one door to the other.     And then it’ll be a straight shot to the DuCiel apartment complex.     I can do this, Lottie just needs to keep his senses on alert. He makes sure to put a full layer of glamour over his skin, using it as a touch barrier to feel every inch of his surroundings. It’ll give him a warning if anyone comes too close.     He finds the Hidden West Door, and pauses with his hand on the knob.     10 brownies, 9 buccellati, 8 budapestlängd, 7 bundts, 6 bustrengos, 5 butterkuchen, 4 cassata…, he breathes in as deep as the cursed custard will allow, opens the door, and walks outside.     His glamour instantly goes on alert, yelling DANGER! DANGER!     Lottie swerves, easily avoiding the customer.     Or so he thinks.     He only makes it halfway around before he smacks!–and when I say smack! I mean the wet sound of bad kissing–headfirst into a hard, warm chest. Lottie clenches his eyes tight, hoping against all hope he didn’t just do what he thinks he did.     But he did.

To Be Continued in Chapter 3 💗

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[crescentcrowd]

Bea’s bio simplified: Bea was essentially sheltered by her mother to the point of suffocating and she managed to keep Bea from leaving Lunar Cove for years until Bea realized that she was being manipulated. She went to California for a couple years to go to school and become a pastry chef. Her mother died and Bea went back to Lunar Cove, eventually becoming the Advisor. Then the previous Fae Queen was murdered leading to Bea becoming the new Fae Queen.

Or read the full bio here.

Fun Facts:

She grew up very sheltered and because of that often has issues with trust, from either becoming exceedingly paranoid to oversharing, depending on the person.

Has a cat named Theodore that she would kill for.

It’s a habit still to bring up her mother regularly ( “Oh, my mom always said this is the best brand for pasta, so I just kept getting it, I guess.”) but doesn’t ever speak of their falling out. When asked deeper questions about her mother she usually changes the topic.

Still doesn’t know much about her father and struggles between wanting to ignore it completely or go track him down to see what he’s like... if he’s still alive.

She often holds her friends at arm’s length. While she appears to be very warm and open, she is usually only open about surface level things, after all it’s hard to explain a lot of her sheltered life when the basis of it lies in the fact that she’s a supernatural being who predicts death.

Since becoming the Advisor, Bea had started to come into herself. Though it was hectic planning for Marjorie and the Court along with her actual job, Bea found herself glad to be useful. Her confidence found a boost once she hit her stride. Becoming the Queen, however made her falter.

She doesn’t believe that she’s the best choice to lead the Fae, but she’s following tradition and trying to look strong for the rest of the Court and the town since they need to feel safe and secure.

The Faerie Ring has alarms on most bedroom doors wake fae up when they sleep walk. However, sometimes after sleepwalking she can’t fall back asleep and ends up in any establishment still open just to shake off any bad dreams.

Her sweet tooth is what led her to become a pastry chef, that and finding she was quite adept at getting lost in the small details of it all. Though she’s often awake far earlier than most to make sure pastries are ready for the day, she is glad it frees up most of her afternoons.

Connection Ideas:

Fae Court: She’s your Queen now. In a not weird way. If you have fae related troubles, she can lend an ear and see what can be done. Though she was already doing this as an Advisor for the last few years, now she can actually be the person to help. And she does, of course, have a soft spot for banshees. The Faerie Ring is also open to any new fae that need a place to get on their feet if they need it.

Sweet Tooth: Bea works at Sucre, making pastries for the rest of the town to rot their teeth out. If you’re a frequent visitor you might have seen her behind the counter and swapping out trays of pastries. Rumor is she gives out pastries to her favorites.

Exes and Flings: These are a bit less likely to happen. She did have a highschool partner but ended up breaking up with them when she moved to LA. There, she had a short lived relationship with Ken Matsui...who she also broke up with, by moving back to Lunar Cove. But there are probably a few here and there that she didn’t move cross country to break up with.

Neighbors: Bea has lived in Lunar Cove all her life except for a couple years in LA. She would have been the perfect neighbor, quiet and unobtrusive, water your plants and watch your pets on vacation, if you need anything, she’s there. Nowadays, she’ll make a pie and coffee and flick her porch light on, a signal to neighbors to come on over and have a slice and talk about the town.

#intro #intro: bea #info: bea #info

[saorikuhara39]

Animedia October 2021 Issue Obey Me translation SHOWING YOU THE HALLOWEEN DREAM

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Animedia October 2021 Issue Obey Me translation feat. Lucifer, Asmodeus

(On Sale Sep 2021)

The Black-Hearted(Bitter) Vampire and the Narcissistic(Sweet) Werewolf: Which treat would you choose?

① What do you think is your 'sweet' point?

② Tell us about your 'treats'!

③ How do you say "Trick or Treat" in your own way?

ASMODEUS

① Of course, it's my existence by itself ❤❤❤

② Yesterday I went to Devil Salon and enjoyed the "Super Beauty Muddy Course"! Of course, it's both for the face and the body! I'm already beautiful, but I look even more luscious and plump now❤. It's quite a treat for you too, don't you think?

③ Trick and treat! Because I want both sweets and pranks from you ♡ Halloween in the human world is the best time to get delicious sweets and cute mischiefs! Of course, if you also say something to me, I'll return the favour with lots of love ♪

LUCIFER

① I think I'm being too easy on my brothers. I don't mean to let them do whatever they want, but they're still family. So in the end I spoiled them. However, some idiot who decorated tapestries of Sucre Frenzy all around the House of Lamentation, claiming to be for advertising purposes, should be given a harsh punishment.

② Luke was very excited to make angel Gugelhupf with all his effort. It's a baked pastry in the shape of an angel's wings, with raspberries from the forest of the Celestial Realm as a topping. Simeon used to make it all the time, so he must have learned the recipe from him. ...That brings back memories. It was very delicious, so I look forward to it.

③ Entertain me. If you can't... you know what's coming, right?

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Ain't afraid of no spooks and pranks!? FEAR LEVEL ANALYSIS By Lucifer & Asmodeus

LUCIFER: Whether you are scared or not, and whether you show it on the outside or not... Hmm...

ASMODEUS: Mammon is here, right?

LUCIFER: He's been off the chart from the start. Well, I can't argue with that.

ASMODEUS: Mammon's always saying things like, "I ain't afraid of nothin'!" while clinging the human behind their back. By the way, you should be here, right Lucifer?

LUCIFER: Hey. Am I off the chart too?

ASMODEUS: Because you don't get scared and you don't show it.

LUCIFER: You're in here.

ASMODEUS: What? I'm here?

LUCIFER: You're not always feeling as scared as you seem, are you?

ASMODEUS: Well, yeah. Because I'm so cute when I'm scared, aren't I? ♡

LUCIFER: Belphie is around here.

ASMODEUS: Hey! Show a little more reaction! ... I mean, won't Belphie feel a little more scared?

LUCIFER: He told me that he had a scary dream the other day and the human was comforting him.

ASMODEUS: I see. He's always acting like the youngest and getting spoiled.

LUCIFER: Satan is probably around here. Aside from anger, he is good at hiding his emotions.

ASMODEUS: Indeed! So is Beel around here?

LUCIFER: When he saw the empty refrigerator, he had a look of horror on his face, like he'd seen the end of the world.

ASMODEUS: Ahaha! So such a thing happened? I'll just pull him over a little closer here. Levi's a bit of a coward, so maybe this area suits him.

LUCIFER: That guy's too loud. He's even higher.

ASMODEUS: Like this?

LUCIFER: Yeah. We're done here.

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HALLOWEEN DREAM CROSS TALK LUCIFER x ASMODEUS

Q: Tell us what kind of costumes will fit the other brothers.

ASMODEUS: It's got to be that costume for Levi. That Ruri-chan.

LUCIFER: ............Yeah.

ASMODEUS: Will a detective look fit Satan?

LUCIFER: Don't. He'll want to turn everything into a murder case. If it's Mammon, he might as well become a pirate.

ASMODEUS: You're right! A wild person suits a wild look! Belphie will fit as a witch. Paired with a wide-brimmed pointy hat and a broom! How about Frankenstein's Monster for Beel?

LUCIFER: I do think it looks good on him, but I have a better idea.

ASMODEUS: What~ is it?

LUCIFER: It's a hamburger. He said he wanted to try it the other day.

ASMODEUS: I can't put a finger on how I feel about this...

Q:What is the most unforgettable "prank" you have ever been involved in?

LUCIFER: The worst one is that the package and contents of the cursed records I have in my collection were switched around.

ASMODEUS: The Anti-Lucifer League is on a roll!

LUCIFER: Nothing good happens when Satan and Belphie team up.

ASMODEUS: For me, it was that time I ordered the super-special deluxe pancakes for phototaking and uploading onto Devilgram, but Beel ate them before I could take a picture! I had to place a reservation for it and it was very hard to get one!

LUCIFER: ...Was that supposed to be a prank?

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[beelspillowpet]

MC with Bipolar Disorder

A request from an associate on discord! Please be aware, I myself do not have any forms of Bipolar. I have done some research on the disorder and have spoken to the requester about their personal experiences. I do mean well ✨✨✨

This is a long read so it goes under a cut!

CONTENT WARNING FOR DEEPLY DEPPRESSED BEHAVIOR!!! Also spoilers of chapter 16 ahead!

~

Lucifer

He suspects you are just a very snappy individual. You can be fine one moment, and absolutely livid the next for little to no reason. There have been a few times where he’s had to check your attitude for you, and usually afterwards he finds you in your room, in a depressed episode.

He doesn’t think he was that harsh with you but regardless wants to ensure you that he isn’t truly angry with you. You rarely listen to what he has to say after the fact, and just stay locked up in your room silently, making him worry more. Some days pass and you end up leaving your room finally, but not much has changed in your depressive state.

You’re still in a deep depression, a very startling trait that Lucifer finds disturbing. He watches you when you lament quietly, and seem like a lifeless version of the angry you just days ago. He suggests to take you out on the town- a sort of apology in his own way. You did always like traveling about, but now you seemed deeply uninterested. His worry tenfold.

Once your episodes are over, he tries his best to assure you that you are welcomed in the HoL. His snappy behavior dies down a bit when you get angrier and have rapid mood swings. He knows by now that it’s just the start of those mania episodes, and secretly, it scares him that you may do something that you’ll regret.

Mammon

He’s used to people getting pissed off with him, but he’s not used to what comes after it. You’re not really depressed, but you are struggling to get to sleep. In fact, over the past few days, he’d say you haven’t slept at all. It’s starting to stress him out by this point. It was his only duty to look after you, and he feels like a failure for not being able to do that right.

You’re still very snappy with everyone, he suspects it’s your lack of sleep, but you insist that you’re full of energy. He’s not buying it, not by that dead look in your eyes. He can tell you’re starting to shift moods again, by that forlorn look when you stare off into the distance. He knows the quiet is coming AFTER the storm.

Once enjoyable activities like going to Majolish or even playing poker with him are the last things you want to do. You still aren’t getting much sleep and Mammon is pulling his hair out over it all. Has he just broken you?

Even the thought of hurting Mammon over your own depressive episodes makes your depression spiral out of control. He’s caught you hurting YOURSELF over these thoughts and nearly had a panic attack trying to explain to you NOT to do that. He loves and cares about you too much to allow you to do something so drastic. He’s trying, and he wants you to know that. He’ll do whatever it takes you fight your demons for you.

Leviathan

He didn’t expect you to get so excited when he talked about going to a concert for Sucre Frenzy. Sure, he got you a spare ticket because he was lucky about the mail mans little fluke, but still. When the two of you arrived, you were all over the place. You were partying with other demons, and Leviathan was worried one of them might attack and eat your soul if you weren’t careful. He caught you trying to wander off with a demon and put a stop to it promptly.

The result was you lashing out at him, embarrassing him in front of others. After you finally managed to calm down enough, the two of you headed home. You weren’t speaking to him, and could already tell that Leviathan was shutting himself down emotionally. Over the next few days, he’s quiet. Not texting you, not looking your way, not even sitting near you at lunch.

It’s when he texts you a short and simple explanation on why he stopped you from going off with that demon did you break. You never felt so much emotion in such a short explanation, and the apology only made it worse. Leviathan was only trying to help keep you safe, and you snapped at him.

Your depressive state takes full swing, and you don’t speak, you barely eat, or register people around you. You hide in the planetarium since no one ever really goes there except Belphie occasionally. Anything is better than staying in your room, where it’s too close to everyone else. Leviathan eventually finds you there, and despite his fears of upsetting you further, he sits near, and puts his arms around you. He didn’t know his Henry struggled with such severe problems, but the Lord of Shadows will never give up on his friend.

Satan

You know what’s a bad mix? Wrath with Bipolar MC. The two of you are less than friendly at first. It’s small things like eye rolling and huffs that keep you two at each others throats. For a while it seems like everyone suspects a fight to break out between you two. Satan can only keep up his act for so long.

You overhear the brothers talking about Satan and how surprised they are he’s been keeping himself relatively cool so far. You envy that. Deeply. So much so that it nearly puts Leviathan to shame over it. You wish you had better control over your emotions, Satan apparently makes it look SO easy.

With all these feelings swirling around inside of you, you can’t help but feel like the strongest of them is your depression. You never let any of them in on it, but it’s obvious in the way you act. It startles everyone when Satan keeps up that petty temperamental attitude with you, and, expecting you to fire back with the same, you just sigh sadly and go back to your tasks, with little energy left. A win in the angry war for Satan, but at what costs?

He’s an attentive person. He can tell with how you act that you aren’t getting much sleep. Your grades are slipping, and you’re hardly in the moment with anything going on around you. He does a bit of research and thankfully has his answer on what the problem is. He had no idea he was fueling your anger management issues with his own. From that point forward, he works extra hard to keep his own problems in control, so to not burden you further.

Asmodeus

Being an empath, he has managed to steer away from your anger. But it only takes but so long before he falls victim to your mood swings. Unfortunately, this time, you were angry at him simple because he didn’t think of getting you a bottle of your favorite perfume, even though he asked you if you wanted anything.

He was more than willing to try and accommodate you by giving you his own, but the damage had been done. You ended up slapping the bottle out of his hand, startling him, and it sent him running off to his room in tears. Needless to say, afterwards you felt shitty for your behavior.

It was just a bottle of perfume. Why did you blow up over it? And poor Asmo, he always seemed so nice and friendly whenever he saw you. A bit too close for your comfort zone, but you figured the Avatar of Lust was a very physical person. To see him in such a state of sadness made your own sadness consume you.

You both stayed in your own rooms for a long time. You much more than him. In fact, he was worried, even though he was scared of you, that you weren’t taking care of yourself. When he finally worked up the courage to peer into your room, he shrieked. He rushed to get you help, fearing the worse. When you woke up in the hospital bed, Asmodeus was right there by your side. He was in tears still, but all he could do was put his hand over yours, glad that you were still with him.

Beelzebub

The first time you yell at Beelzebub, it’s of course, over food. He had eaten something that you bought to eat for a snack later that very day. You know Beel never means to do things like that. It sort of... comes with being the Avatar of Gluttony. It’s in his nature to consume endlessly, and you’ve known this from the start with his constant complaints of being hungry. This time, however, you snapped.

You really hurt his feelings with the way you spoke to him. Being the emotionally mature brother, he sat there and took the abuse. Maybe to punish himself for doing something so thoughtless. You were really looking forward to that snack, after all.

It unfortunately got to be too much, and Beel had to excuse himself. He was on the brink of tears, and he hardly ever cries. His brothers found him very quickly, wrapped up in his emotions. They were huddling around, comforting him. When you came back and saw how they were babying Beel and not even trying to comfort you, you felt betrayed. You were the victim in all this, not Beel.

But Beel is their brother, and you’re just a human. A human with a nasty case of Bipolar Disorder. Of course they didn’t care about you- they never did. They were demons after all, demon brothers at that. They stuck together, and you were the odd one out. Instead of telling them how you felt, it seemed futile. How could you explain away going off on one of the babies of the family like that.? You couldn’t. So you crept off to your room, and were silent ever since.

Belphegor

The other brother who won’t take shit from you. You two go at it like cats and dogs. The only difference is Belphie has hand the upper hand once before. He never resorts to getting that angry with you ever again though, and instead will leave when you start showing that angry side of you again.

To have that much self control to just walk away instead of attacking you again? You felt ashamed. How come you didn’t have the restraint to be able to combat these issues? Belphie attacked and murdered you at least twice now, and he regrets doing that. He’s actively taking steps to avoid it, and yet you haven’t changed at all.

You aren’t sure if you’re more angry about that or jealous. You hope it’s not the jealousy. It’s such a stupid thing to be angry about, especially considering it’s something you can’t help anyways. Even with the medication. 

When you hide in your room and struggle with your sleeping, your thoughts are mostly occupied with the last time Belphie and you argued. Right before he killed you, when you managed to piss him off enough. You spend way too much time thinking about it, and you’re tempted to try and corner him in the attic to make him lash out again. It’s when He opens your door, after not seeing you for nearly a week, does he come crawling back to your side of the bed. He curls up next to you silently, staring at you. You can tell what he’s thinking; that he’s not going to hurt you. You’re sort of glad that he’s changed, after all. At least you have a pillar of support in your life.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #om! #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmoedus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor

[justlookfrightened]

4, 5, or 35 ? Because I’m indecisive as hell and love your writing.

From this prompt list: 4. “If I die, I’m haunting you first.”; 5. “But I’ve never told you that before.” ; and 35.  “Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you.”

Bitty played hockey and Samwell and went on to be a cookbook author; Jack went directly into the NHL.

Bitty’s eyes traveled up the the shelves of the cupboard, wondering what ingredients he could reasonably expect someone who did not cook or bake for a living to have.

Flour, of course, if they were volunteering to be on a baking show. Most likely all purpose. Sugar (white) and salt (iodized). Butter. Maybe they usually used margarine, but Bitty would not compromise on that. Butter surely counted as a common ingredient. Shortening, too.

What about spices? Most people probably had cinnamon in their cabinets, even if it was twelve years old and devoid of flavor. Would nutmeg or allspice be too much? Maybe.

And this contestant had requested a fruit pie. If they were going for common ingredients, that would most likely mean apple. Apples were nearly always plentiful and cheap at supermarkets, so if this pie was going to use fresh fruit (and it was), it would be apple.

*

Bitty had misgivings about appearing on “So You Think You Can Bake,” the new Food Network show that pitted expert bakers against celebrities. The idea was that the expert would develop a recipe they thought was suitable for an inexperienced home cook.

Then the expert and the celebrity would both make the dish in separate kitchens while being filmed. 

The expert baker and celebrity contestant would have their creations scored anonymously. If the celebrity chef received at least eighty percent of the score of the celebrity baker, they won money for the baker to keep and the celebrity to donate to charity. Total scores counted toward the final competition at season’s end, when the three best pairs would be brought back for the final, competing for a $50,0000 prize.

There were so many things that could go wrong. Bitty could get paired with a celebrity chef with no palate, or no coordination, or even no real interest in winning. Some people could mess up a perfectly good recipe by not measuring accurately, or doing steps in the wrong order, or even mistaking the salt for the sugar. If the celebrity chef messed up, it wouldn’t just look bad for them. It would throw shade on Bitty, whose job, after all, was to explain how to bake in a way that people would understand. Relatable was his brand.

But Eileen, the PR rep who handled his books for the publishing house, thought it would be a good idea.

“This show is literally made for you,” she said. “And the exposure would be great. Think of the campaign for your next book.”

So Bitty agreed. Then he found out who his assigned celebrity was.

“A hockey player?” Bitty asked. “Whose only memorable sound bite is ‘Eat more protein’? Which did not go viral for the reasons he thinks it did. I mean, I wasn’t expecting Beyonce, or even Taylor Swift, but why not a Kacey Musgraves?”

Bitty wasn’t at all bitter that, at 24, he no longer had regular access to an ice rink. He could pay to rent ice to figure skate, but it was hard to find the motivation since he was no longer in competition, and he hadn’t yet found a men’s league hockey team where he felt comfortable.

“I know Jack Zimmermann isn’t who most people think of as a home cook,” Eileen said. “But the producers were thrilled. They think he’ll bring on a whole new demographic.”

“How’d they rope him into it anyway?” Bitty asked, scrolling through interview after interview with Jack talking saying, “We win and lose as a team,” and “We have to protect the neutral zone and get the puck down low,” and “We need to keep our feet moving and have a shoot-first mentality.”

It was like they taught him six phrases in media training and he used them over and over again, in random order.

He wasn’t hard to look at, Bitty would give him that. And the physique -- yeah, his nutrition plan was definitely protein-heavy. Why would he agree to do a baking show? 

*

“My agent said it would be a good idea,” Jack Zimmermann said when he and Bitty had their first meeting. “He said it would humanize me. Actually, he said it would be the beginning of an arc of character development I wasn’t expecting, but that’s just the way he is.”

The actual first meeting was in the green room, waiting to go on-set for the “first meeting” taping. Jack had been sitting in a chair along the wall when Bitty came in, reading an actual, honest-to-God book.

Bitty had to shove his phone in his pocket as he cleared his throat to get Jack’s attention. It seemed like Jack kept reading for a few seconds after he noticed Bitty, which was annoying, because the book would always be there, but Bitty was prepared to be gracious.

“Mr. Zimmermann? I’m Eric Bittle,” Bitty said. “We’re going to be working together. Pleased to meet you.”

“I know,” Jack said. 

Okay. 

“When we start the taping, I’m going to ask you about any experience you have baking, any favorite desserts, things you’ve always wanted to learn to make,” Bitty said. “Anything you want me to steer the conversation toward? Or stay away from?”

“Are we supposed to be doing this?” Jack said. “Talking, I mean.”

“Um, yes?” Bitty said. “It’s not like we’re concocting a fake story. We just want the on-camera talk to go smoothly. So have you baked before?”

“No.”

“Any favorite desserts?”

“I don’t really eat sweets.”

“Well, you’re going to have to eat something sweet,” Bitty said. “Anything you want to make?”

Jack shrugged.

“Honey, don’t take this the wrong way, but why are you here?” Bitty asked.

“Uh, you can call me Jack,” Jack said, then launched into his explanation about his agent, a man with the improbable name of John Johnson.

Bitty shook his head at that, and tried to keep the conversation going.

“You’re Canadian, right?” 

“Dual citizenship,” Jack said. “But I mostly grew up in Montreal.”

“Anything special from back home?”

Then the assistant came to bring them on the set, dressed to look like a home kitchen, each of them seated at a table with mugs in front of them. The mugs just held water, but the audience wouldn’t see that; it was supposed to look like two friends talking over coffee.

Bitty decided to pick up the conversation where he left off in the green room, since it was the only thing he hadn’t struck out on already.

“So, Jack, I understand you’re from Montreal. Do have any memories of classic desserts or baked goods from your childhood?”

Jack paused and looked like he was really thinking, like he didn’t want to disappoint the producers.

“We used to have tarte au sucre at the holidays,” he finally said. “I liked that.”

“Sugar pie?” Bitty said, thankful that at least the cooking terms had stuck from his college French class. “We could do something with that.”

“But I’d like to do something that has some healthy ingredients,” Jack had said. 

“Is fruit healthy enough?” Bitty asked. “Maybe a fruit pie? You might not know this, but that’s kind of my specialty.”

Jack had offered a smile at that, and said, “Good to know. Maybe we can win this thing, eh?”

The taping didn’t last long, and soon Bitty was collecting his things from the green room.

“Wait, Jack, I forgot to ask you, any allergies? I wouldn’t want to kill you for a silly TV show.”

“If I die, I’m haunting you first,” Jack said. “But no, no food allergies. Is there anything I should practice beforehand?”

“I don’t think I’m allowed to tell you that,” Bitty said, starting to feel like maybe Jack wasn’t as wooden as he’d seemed at first. He seemed to relax once the taping ended. Maybe this would be okay after all.

*

Bitty started by making an apple pie, trying to write down the steps as precisely as he could just as he did them.

It didn’t work.

Sure, he could measure and mix the dry ingredients for the crust, and tell Jack to make sure his butter and shortening were cold, but how could he explain the twisting motion for the pastry cutter? When he had to start by explaining what a pastry cutter was? 

And how would Jack know when he was done cutting and should add the ice water? Bitty had read recipes over the years saying the mixture should look like everything from rough crumbs to small peas … which were not the same thing by a long shot. Bitty had learned what it should look like at his MooMaw’s elbow; sure, he’d tried to put it into words in his cookbooks, but there was a reason he always included photos.

Jack had said he’d never baked. He wouldn’t know what it should look like.

Bitty called the producers to ask if he could include pictures in the recipe he developed for Jack.  The answer -- hand-drawn sketches were fine, as long he drew them himself, but no photographs -- was not encouraging.

Bitty started over and this time took a photograph of the dough mixture just before he added the water. He could use that  to write a description, he decided. Then he had to think about how to explain when the dough was wet enough.

Once he had the dough made, the process for making the filling was easier. Peel and slice apples, coat with flour and a little cinnamon and sugar -- and, a last-minute brainstorm for Canadian Jack, a little maple syrup -- and set aside. He toyed with the idea of including maple sugar for the crust, but the studio pantry probably didn’t have real maple sugar. He could boil some syrup down -- but that wasn’t something Jack could (or would) do, probably. Better to just do an egg wash and sprinkle some sugar on for the sparkle.

The instructions for rolling out the dough were simple enough, provided Jack followed them. That was the hard part. Most people couldn’t seem to leave well enough alone with pie dough.

Bitty moved to his laptop and wrote at the top of the instructions:

“A general note on making pie dough. Do less than you think you need to. Don’t work it too much. If you do, it will be tough. So if you’re not sure if you should stop messing with it, stop.”

Then he did his best to put into words what it should like with all the fats cut in (“If you don’t see any powdery flour, it’s probably good”) and with the ice water added (“It should be moist, not wet”).

Then he thought about the top. Normally, people thought of lattices as being hard to do. But if the baker was methodical and followed directions, it wasn’t so bad. And it would be easier to put strips on top of the pie than to pick up the whole top crust and put it on intact. It didn’t really matter if the bottom was a mess; this wasn’t the Great British Bake-Off with Mary Berry and her hatred of soggy bottoms. The pie would be served from the dish, and no one would know if the bottom crust was torn and mended as long it still tasted good.

So, a nice, tightly woven lattice for the top. Bitty set to drawing a detailed diagram.

*

Bitty printed the recipe he developed -- all ten pages -- to bring with him and hand to Jack. He’d already supplied it to the producers to make sure they agreed all the ingredients were things a home cook would have in their pantry, or at least have ready access to.

“Real maple syrup?” the production assistant had asked. “What about something like Pillsbury pancake syrup? That’s what most people use.”

“My baker is Canadian,” Bitty argued. “He’d have the real stuff.”

“Fine, I guess.”

Bitty was dressed for TV in dark skinny jeans, a light T-shirt and a Samwell red button-down over it with red Chuck Taylors. The provided apron, he knew, would be beige with a dark red logo.

Jack came in dressed in charcoal gray tailored slacks and a light blue shirt, almost exactly the same color as his eyes. Yeah, he was good-looking. Bitty wasn’t sure if he would bring in the sports-loving young men the producers were hoping for, but it wouldn’t matter. The women would love him. And the gay boys like him. But no one ever counted them as their own demographic.

When the got into the studio, Bitty handed over the recipe.

Jack’s eyes widened when he saw how long it was.

“Does this take all day?” he asked.

“I can do it in about two hours,” Bitty said. “Counting chilling and baking time.”

“You’ll have three hours to complete the challenge,” the host said. “As long as you finish in that time, any differential in how long it takes won’t count against you.

Jack nodded, a determined set to his jaw. Bitty was almost glad they would be separated so he didn’t have to worry about cutting himself on that jawline.

Then Bitty was escorted to his studio kitchen, where he proceeded to make a pie, narrating each step, just like he was making a vlog post.

He made sure to turn the top of the bowl to the camera when he was done cutting the fats in, and again when he added the water. 

“You see those streaks of butter and shortening?” he said, when he gathered the dough into disks to chill. “You want those to make flaky crust.”

He made sure to slice the apples evenly, and mix them gently with the flour and flavorings, then he rolled his dough out.

He clucked at himself -- but didn’t say anything -- when he realized he’d forgotten to tell Jack to make sure he had the thinnest possible layer of fat on his work surface before he scattered flour over it.

Then, once the pie was done, he actually slapped himself upside the head.

“I never said anything about covering the edges with foil at the beginning,” he said. “Poor guy is definitely gonna have burnt edges. Oh well.”

Bitty’s pie came out of the oven at the two-hour mark, and he donned oven mitts to be filmed carrying it into the judging room.

“You’ve got some time if you want to head to the green room relax,” the production assistant said. “Someone will come get you before Jack is ready to bring his pie in.”

Bitty flung himself onto the couch and groaned. He could have used the $5,000 prize from this stage of the competition to get ahead on his rent for a couple of months … and maybe even rent an ice rink for a couple of hours to clear his mind. He didn’t regret his choice of career -- writing cookbooks, running his vlog, making appearances like this -- but the money tended to come in fits and starts.

He realized he’d never even asked Jack what his charity was. The show must have asked him at some point, so Bitty was sure he’d find out eventually. He hoped Jack would donate to his chosen charity regardless. He could certainly afford it. The only real advantage for the charity to having Jack appear on the show was publicity. Well, and convincing people that straight, athletic young men could bake and enjoy it.

But Bitty forgot to tell him to use foil to guard the edges, so they probably wouldn’t advance, and it would all be Bitty’s fault. Jack -- he had to be competitive, right? -- well, it didn’t matter if hated Bitty. They hardly knew one another. 

*

“Eric? Jack’s pie is done. Time to go to the judging room.”

Bitty roused himself from the sofa, resigned to his fate. If nothing else, he’d learned a lesson.

He took his place behind his pie and waited for Jack and his pie with its inevitable burnt edges.

He was sitting there when Jack came in, carrying his beautiful golden brown pie aloft. Jack set it on the empty cooling rack next to Bitty’s and stepped back.

It was beautiful. The lattice was maybe not quite as straight, not quite as even as Bitty’s, but it was close.

Bitty couldn’t help a pleased grin, first at the pie, then at Jack, who had finished with fifteen minutes to spare.

“Okay, you two. We’re going to break for lunch while Jack’s pie cools,” the production assistant said. “We need you back in an hour in the same clothes, so don’t mess them up.”

Bitty was about to head out when Jack said, “Want to grab a sandwich? There’s a place down the block.”

“Sure,” Bitty said. “I have some questions for you.”

“And me for you,” Jack said.

Once they had their food and settled at a table, Bitty said, “How did you keep the edges from burning?”

“I made foil collars,” Jack said.

“But I’ve never told you that before,” Bitty said.

“You always do it on your YouTube channel,” Jack said.

“Wait … you’ve seen … but you said you’d never baked,” Bitty said. 

“I hadn’t,” Jack said. “That doesn’t mean I’ve never watched anyone else bake on YouTube. When Johnson said you were doing this, it seemed like a good opportunity to meet you.”

“To meet me?” Bitty really had to start thinking of some of his own words instead of just repeating Jack’s.

“Well, yeah,” Jack said. “Someone showed me your videos when you were at Samwell, and I was intrigued by a hockey player who baked. Made me wonder what it would have been like to be on a college team, or whether I’d develop any other interests.”

“Someone?”

Jack actually blushed. “My mother. She went to Samwell.”

It was almost a physical effort for Bitty to push that out of his head. Jack’s mother was … nope. Not going there.

“So you wanted to make pie because you’d see me make it before?” 

“A lot,” Jack said. “But the instructions were really helpful.”

“I thought we’d lost it when I realized I’d never said anything about the foil,” Bitty admitted.

“But I figured you could make a donation to your charity anyway.”

Jack nodded.

“I plan on adding to it even if we win,” he said. “What do you want to do with the money? Bitty was not going to tell Jack Zimmermann that he needed money to pay his rent. Not this unexpected Jack Zimmermann, who for some reason had been interested in Bitty for years. Despite, Bitty reminded himself, being straight. Almost certainly.

“Some of it will buy ice time,” he said. “I miss skating, you know? I used to figure skate before I played hockey.”

“I’m not sure what I’d do if I couldn’t skate every day,” Jack said. “Sorry, maybe I shouldn’t say that. Don’t want to make you jealous.”

“Oh honey, I’d never be jealous of you,” Bitty said. ”I have the job I want. I just want to be able to skate for fun. Like you want to bake for fun, I guess.”

“I don’t know about that,” Jack said. “It was pretty stressful. I kept wanting to make it perfect, but you said not to overwork it. But maybe it would be more fun if it wasn’t being recorded for TV.”

“Maybe we could bake together sometime?” Bitty said. 

“Then skate?” Jack suggested. “On our practice ice.”

“That would be really great,” Bitty said. “Ready to go back? By the way, you never said what your charity is.”

“You Can Play,” Jack said. “I’m thinking of coming out next year.”

#omg check please #omgcheckplease #pre-zimbits #my fic #prompt fill

[cloudsrust]

Do u have any personal head cannons for the OFF folks??? I am 👂👁👂

*cracks knuckles* Let’s see how many of them I remember- it’s been years after all sygdhf. Headcanons under the cut since it’s quite long.

Elsens: (think I already talked about these ones but Imma repeat them here for order. Also yes starting with the Elsens because I love them to bits sobs;;)

-Since they are so many, they start off with numbers as their names. To have one of their own they gotta either earn it or they just use nicknames among each others. -They cannot normally travel through zones on their own will. They can only do so through a demontion/promotion or because of the will of their Guardian.

-Being bitten or wounded by a spectre isn’t always mortal for them, the stress of the attack can be however. Not because they become burnt (gonna get to it to the next point), but because they either: A) get eaten/killed off by the spectre due to them being vulnerable in that state, so they aren’t able to fight back. B) They’re disposed off by their guardian as damage and stress control. (Would’nt want other elsens to see them on a rampage and become burnt too afterall.)

- I believe they can still live after turning burnt- they won’t have a head anymore but they can be calmed down to go back to their “normal” lives. Having no head means no eyes- so from that point on they’ll have to live with being blind. In Zone 1 being blind, or just remotely impaired for that matter, is a death sentence- unless Zone 3 is searching for blind workers specifically- after all they got a certain job in which not seeing can be preferable..

- This is an headcanon I got by seeing the artwork of the artist @/katatumuripai (Their Elsen art is both cute and creepy- but extremely cool looking! I really suggest you check ‘em out!). Spectres/other enemies only attack if they sense deep fear or if they are threatened (approaching them can easily be seen as threat too)- but if they’re left in peace and not forced into contact they’re safe to be around. They can even warm up to a certain Elsen and become like pets for them. Batter:

-*Deep breath* ...nonbinary Batter. Agender/Gendervoid to be more precise. They got a mission to fulfill, they got no time for stuff like gender. (Also idk why but I feel it fits their whole thing of purity.. really no idea why it does tho;;;)

-Their eyes are always closed, as if in some kind of trance- especially when the Puppeteer is in control of them. When left “stringless” they can open their eyes, but why should they? (enter a whole speech of them wanting to keep themselves pure even in mind/not wanting to see the world in such state for personal taste.) I like the idea of you only seeing their eyes once you’re not in control of them anymore- in the Judge ending. (Also explains why you literally need to throw eyes at your opponent to know their weak points/stats lmao.)

Zacharie:

-If you ask him what’s their gender they’re gonna answer either “Merchant” or ignore the question. He vibes with any pronouns.

-Under their mask? Void. Just a pair of frog like eyes starring back at you.

-Has a collection of unusual/rare items (the ones you can collect and give to them for either the Aries card or the Ashley bat (Can’t believe I still remember that after 5 years lmao)) that he would never sell (shocking I know.)

-He might look a bit out of shape/weak but they have an impressive strenght. Better not mess with them.

-This is... very self indulgent but- they travelled across all of the zones not only to to fulfill his role as a merchant but also to collect enough colors for Sucre (ex. the Red of the meat fountains, the Blue of the library walls, the Yellow of the sand in Zone 0, etc.). They wanted to paint a rainbow for her in their hiding spot (Yes I still think about “Somewhere over the Rainbow” as the ending song to this day sdhsgds). Every reset he hopes to have enough time or well... luck- to do so with her before the world is turned OFF.

Sucre:

-Genderfluid Sucre... and she likes to use she/her pronouns the most! (She likes the sound of them.)

-An artist at heart. No matter what she got she will find a way to turn it into art- be it painting, music, dance, crafting.. anything goes!

-Was found and adopted by Zacharie as a sibling. They have a very strong bond.

-Extremely hyperactive and willing to know others but will get uneasy/anxious if there are too many people around.

The Judge/Pablo and Valerie:

-Very good at table top games/card/chess, no matter if they require skill or just luck- they seem to always win! A match between the two of them is a sight to behold.

-Both love to read, but Judge prefers witty comedies while Valerie is more interested in unusual tragedies (eh.. see what I did here? ..I’ll show myself in the corner.)

Dedan:

-*Even deeper breath* ...Italian Dedan. Listen I know the creator might’ve been joking and I don’t even know how nationalities or stuff would work in OFF bUT- I’m using the headcanon. (I need a badass and scary Italian character in my life y’all;;).

-Following the previous headcanon, he slips into Italian cursing when EXTREMELY angered. (And I don’t know about you all but when someone starts screaming profanities in Italian I get SCARED- it’s just so harsh,,)

-He is quite good at sewing, he needed to get good at it to fix up his coat (A gift from the queen herself) after every spectre attack- but he took a liking in it.  He now makes leather aprons out of the cows’ coats for his barns’ workers.

-He has retractable claws, kinda like a feline.

Japhet:

-They can change their size/body age- like a phoenix but they do so on their own will. (That’s how I explain their size changes during their boss fight. -At times they like to choose an Elsen in their library and just use their head as a nest for a nice nap. (While in their smallest form of course.)

Enoch:

-A good cook- but I wouldn’t trust his choice in ingredients..

-(Tw: possible cannibalism mention) There is a rumor around the lower class elsens of his factory that he eats his own rebellious employees whole- it’s just a rumor they hope.

-His body is very.. malleable. (Him using the tubes of his factory to get to the station before you)

-He smells like a snake, using his tongue. (listen he got no nose sdsgdhs)

The Queen:

-She is known as the Queen of a thousands faces because her expression/traits depends on the feelings/emotions of those who see it. The reason why we see her without a face is because we are seeing her through Batter’s “eyes”, a being with no emotions or feelings.

-Those tentacle arms are perfect for hugs and you can’t tell me otherwise.

-Her hair can move by her will.

Don’t have any headcanons for poor Hugo unfortunately,, These are all the ones that I remember right now though!

#the cloud can speak oh boi #off game #Headcanon #I think you can see who are my faves sdhshdsjd #Except for the Queen- I love her but I don't have much for her;; #also had a bit more about Dedan but they're so self-indulgent they'd be too OOC sagsdahg

[yukiobeyme]

Ooo :0 If you’re doing HCs, may I suggest their reaction to seeing a demon/stranger asking the MC out while they’re right next them? if that makes sense djjsjdksgnd

Yes! you make perfect sense. So I ended up doing small drabbles ~300 words per brother and how they would react if you said yes or no. Not exactly short headcanon but I can always revisit this and do smaller bullet lists of their reactions as well.

Standing next to you when a Stranger/Demon asks you out.

Lucifer: Is probably escorting walking you home after a Student Council Meeting. When a demon, from y’all’s second block, stops you. Being a part of the Student Council and Lord Diavolo’s right-hand man, Lucifer has a vague idea of who the Demon is or at least the Demon’s name. Lucifer is honestly surprised and impressed with the guts this Demon has for them to ask you out in front of him. Lucifer doesn’t interject or interrupt but will be giving the Demon a severe look. After the Demon leaves, Lucifer will ask you some questions about your previous interactions with the Demon.

          If you said yes, Lucifer would act differently towards you. Whether it’s because he is hurt or pride is injured you can’t really tell. And if for some reason one or more of the brothers end up at the same place at the same time as your date, it’s a complete coincidence and not something Lucifer put them up to, to make sure you stay safe.

            If you said no, Lucifer would be on the watch and have close eyes on the Demon, making sure nothing happens to you. Regardless of your answer, Lucifer would dig more information up on the Demon and probably goes as far as asking Diavolo about it. Lucifer would say it’s because you are an exchange student and need to be kept safe but him and Diavolo know deep down it’s because he truly cares about you and wants you safe and happy. Even if it’s don’t with him. If Lucifer seemed to spend more time with you and want you to keep him company as he worked, you didn’t complain. Lucifer was good company, especially when you had work to do. and if Lucifer seemed to touch you more or linger near you, you didn’t comment it.

 Mammon: It was Friday and he was walking back to the house with you. Talking excitedly about plans y’all have made and about a new gimmick he came up with or found out about. When a Demon walks up to you and asks you our right in front of him. Mammon is stunned silent. How could some demon ask out his human, especially right in front of him? If you struggled to find words, Mammon would gladly Interject for you and answer no. If you managed to answer before Mammon could say anything, his mouth would definitely be agape and just staring daggers. Pure venom would be seeping out of his posture. He honestly would give Levi a run for his money with how green Mammon was.

           If you said yes to the demon, Mammon would probably shut down. If you tried to continue yalls previous conversation, he would shut it down. It took everything in him to not just completely walk away from you or give in and transform to his demon form. Eventually, he would snap at you and mention something along the lines of “if you want to talk to someone so bad why not that demon you have a date with”. Don’t be surprised when you go on the date with the Demon, Mammon and Levi is there.

         If you said no, Mammon would be ecstatic. Especially if you mentioned you had already plans with him instead. Because of course, you wouldn’t cancel plans with the GREAT Mammon. Mammon could help but smirk at the demon when you reject them either. To rub salt in the wound Mammon would be sure to throw an arm around you and pull you closer to him. He would make sure to remember the Demon’s face though so he could either ask in the brother group chat later who that Demon is or just go straight to Lucifer and ask him. The brothers, of course, would tease him about his jealousy but also be on edge that a random Demon asked you out.

 Leviathan: Y’all has just finished shopping at Majolish for Levi’s normie clothes for his Sucre Frenzy concert. Y’all decided to grab a coffee when a Demon stopped to talk to you. Levi was instantly jealous and on edge because it was obvious that you and the Demon were at least acquaintances and knew each other. And then to top it all off, the Demon asked you out in front of him. Levi couldn’t hide his emotions at all; shock then angry. He would stiffen and straighten up beside you. Trying to look intimidating to Demon. Levi would be the only other brother (beside Mammon) who would be likely to interject or interrupt y’all’s conversation.

            If you said yes, Levi would practically turn green. There is a reason why he is the Avatar of Envy. For your sake, he would try to hold off transforming in his demon form. But there is a chance that he couldn’t fight it off. He would be beyond angry and frustrated that his normie decided to date some low-level demon. He would end up dragging at least Mammon and Beelz to wherever your date was. To sit and pout watch, to make sure you were safe.

             If you said no, Levi would be relieved. While he was still upset that some Demon asked you out, he would be quite happy you said no. He would probably end up puffing his chest out a bit and laughing, not caring if the Demon could still see and hear him. He would probably go to Mammon and Beelz first to see if they knew who this Demon was. If they couldn’t figure it out Levi would probably find a roundabout way to ask you who the Demon was and how you know them. That demon definitely ended up on Levi’s shit list.

 Satan: The Royal Library was a place you asked Satan to go with you at least once a week. It was a nice place to escape from his brother’s and either read, work, or even goof off with reading random excerpts of books. Though it seemed every time y’all went one of the workers got more and more bold, talking with you, lingering around you, and even touching you once. This time the Demon crossed the line and asked you. Satan’s face immediately flushed with anger and was glaring at the Demon, wishing he could make the Demon combust on spot.

              If you said yes, Satan would be fuming. He would glare at the Demon as long as they were in his eyesight. It doesn’t matter when y’all arrived, y’all were leaving now. He would take long strides making it hard for you to keep up. He wouldn’t speak to you at all and if he had to, it was limited to as few words as possible. He would lock himself in his room once y’all got back to the house. One of the brothers (most likely Asmodeus) went and confronted him, he would explode. Full Demon Form and yelling about the whole situation. Asmodeus would take it upon himself to coincidentally end up at the date location and time. Asmodeus might let it play out for a bit, but he would probably end up finding a way to end the date early, something Satan would be so grateful for. It would take forever before Satan could stand to look at you and Satan avoids the Royal Library now.

              If you said no, Satan would be happy but that was short-lived as he was still fuming and very upset that this Demon thought they had the right to ask you out. He would go into an overprotective mode, wanting to usher you out of the Library as soon as possible, and want to keep you super close to him. Once back to the house, he would lead you into his room. You would have figured out he wasn’t happy about the Demon asking you out so you would try and help him calm down and relax. You most likely would pick up the book he was currently reading and read to him. Satan would shoot a text to Lucifer about the situation because while the might buttheads Satan knew Lucifer would be the most help in this situation.

 Asmodeus: Being the Avatar of Lust, Asmodeus could pick up on lustful feelings. So, when he was walking back to the house with you and he felt a spike of Lust. He couldn’t help but stop and look for the source. To say he was surprised to see that the Demon that was radiating off Lust was headed towards y’all and looking directly at you was an understatement. Asmodeus knew he has seen the Demon around before but couldn’t recall their name or where he had seen the Demon before. Asmodeus would be very intrigued by your conversation with the Demon, because of the mix of the strong feeling of Lust that littered the air and because he was feeling very protective of you. Asmodeus’ lust and this demon’s lust felt different to Asmodeus, maybe because Asmodeus knew he wouldn’t do anything if he didn’t have your consent. Asmodeus would be standing tall beside you and trying to intimidate the Demon, in hopes the Demon would eat their words backs.

              If you said yes, Asmodeus would feel crossed. Especially if you turned down his lust, could you not notice this Demon’s lust for you? Asmodeus would be a lot shorter with you and not as gentle. The sweet fun-loving demon you knew is now the complete opposite. Asmodeus would probably forgive you quickly but only because it's bad for his skin to hold grudges and stress. He is more of a forgive but never forget type of person. Asmodeus would probably go to talk to Beelz or Lucifer about the situation. And will totally be present at your date, might let one of his brothers tag along as well. He would want to be present on the date because he didn’t like how the demon looked or interacted with you when they asked you out, while he was still livid you said yes, he wants to make sure you stay alive and safe.

                If you said no, Asmodeus would smirk and pull you closer to him. You think you felt lips press against the top of your head, but you aren’t sure. Asmodeus would make some big deal that y’all need to get going, that y’all had a lot of physical intense activities to do. Which of course would make you flush but you did not exactly protest or correct Asmodeus. Asmodeus would be beaming when the Demon lust feelings were crushed and walked with their head down. If you bring up Asmodeus’ behavior, he would play innocent and flash his beautiful eyes at you, which makes it really hard to keep questioning him. Asmodeus would make sure he learns the name of the Demon and put all the brother’s on alert about this Demon. And if you noticed Asmodeus would be more affectionate around you when the Demon was around you, to him it was pure coincidence.

 Beelzebub: Beelz offered to buy you some food, with the condition that you accompanied him. You did for multiple reasons, to take a break from work, to hang out with Beelz and to ensure that your food had a chance to be eaten by you instead of by Beelz. Y’all got the food to go, but on the way out a Demon stopped y’all to talk to you. They were asking about a homework assignment that was due next week. The Demon then followed up asking if you wanted to meet up with them to work on it together, like a study date. Beelzebub couldn’t cover his shock, he straightens himself up and took a slight step in front of you, to try and block you from the Demon’s view.

              If you said yes, you would end up pushing Beelz a little bit, so he wasn’t in front of you anymore. Beelz would be angry with you, he would glare at the Demon and his hands curled into fists by his side. To Beelzebub offering you food/ sharing food with you was his way of showing love and care so for you to accept a date in front of him and to turn down his protectiveness over you just plain hurt. Y’all would hurry back to the house, probably because Beelz was so hungry but when he simply handed you your food then left you to your own devices, you could help but feel confused and shocked. Beelz would end up talking to Belphegor, Mammon, and Levi about the situation at hand. Beelz, Mammon and Levi would appear at y’all date if you and the Demon went to a public area to work.

              If you said no, Beelz would be ecstatic, and he would make sure to end the conversation quickly. Something about the food getting cold and how he was starving. Beelz would walk closer to you and would be on high alert, ready to be a shield and protect you from any other demons. Once back at the house he would escort you to his room and have you get comfy on his bed. Y’all would enjoy the food in peace, occasionally feeding bites to each other. Beelz wouldn’t really want him out of his sight for a bit, it took him until dinner before he was able to relax. Beelz would ask the brothers if they knew who the Demon was and made sure to commit the Demons name and face to memory. If he needed extra motivation for the gym, he would simply think about that Demon because it would still work him up.

 Belphegor: It was now officially the weekend, the Student Council meeting just ended, and you stayed back to make sure you could walk back with Belphegor. You liked walking with Belphegor because it was more like strolling back and you could take the time to appreciate Devildom. But walking slowly had its disadvantage, like being stop by a random Demon. Belphegor would tense when the Demon stopped y’all and would be on high alert and surprised when he heard the Demon asked you out. Belphegor wouldn’t interrupt the conversation but would glare and look royally upset about the situation.

              If you said Yes, Belphegor would be surprised. He would take y’all back to the house quickly and make some excuse that he is exhausted and is in desperate need of a nap. He usually asks if you would care to join him but this time there wasn’t an offer and if you asked if he wanted company, he would turn you down. Beelzebub would end up interrogating Belphegor and then you to get to the bottom as to why Belphie's attitude had changed so drastically. While Belphegor says he doesn’t care that you were going out with another Demon, a stranger at that, Beelzebub would know better. Beelzebub, Mammon and Levi would most likely show up to your date and while Beelz just wanted to keep Belphie updated on the date and make sure you were safe, they would probably end up ruining the date.

              If you said no, Belphegor would make sure to wrap up the rest of the conversation quickly and if y’all pace back to the house picked up you didn’t make a comment on it. Belphie would like you to stick close to him, which isn’t too unusual for him but you for sure felt a difference in his attitude. He would send a quick text to Beelz then his attention would be on you. Regardless of how much work you had to do, Belphie would convince you that it was the first of the weekend so a quick nap wouldn’t hurt anyone. He would end up using you as his body pillow and completely wrapping himself around you so you could untangle yourself without waking him up. He would nuzzle against you. Later on, you would wake up to Belphie and Beelz whispering about how the demon was and what they were going to do about them.

#obey me #obey me satan #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #yuki writes

[o-pandora-o]

Cat MC

Please bear in mind some spoilers in the game and in the event (The Devil’s Riddle).

You were looking for a book Satan asked you to find inside his room and accidentally you were tripped on a big book with a cat cover and suddenly….. You turned into a cat……How would the demon boys react?

Please bear with my writing this is the first shit I’ve done I’m so sorry if it’s bad.

Lucifer:

 You were going outside Satan’s room to find help and you saw Luci roaming in the hallway. You made a small cry and he noticed you.

“Did Satan keep a cat? no worries I shall just open this matter to him” he said with a serious look on his face.

He was going to go away until you put a paw to his shoe. He made a glare and you fought his glare with a louder cry and so he replied “This cat got nerves”

“No can do, I do not own you nor I do not want any problems with any of my brothers so go back to Satan’s room now” When he left, you followed him to his room “this cat really got nerves to follow me here” he said.

Suddenly he got a call from Diavolo asking for an urgent meeting with him.

“If you really want to be with me then so be it, it seems you like me more than my brother, but I have matters to attend to.” he pats your head and you let out a small cry (saying like a goodbye or something).

 You decided to sleep on his bed while waiting for him.

 He came back when it’s already midnight.

 He saw you on his bed curled up like a ball (you were turned back to normal)

He put a blanket to cover you up and placed a small peck on your forehead.

 “Being a cat was fun” he heard a small mumble from you as you turn on the other side.

Mammon:

All right, you tumbled on this boi while he was looking for goods inside his house to sell.

You made a loud meow as you are stopping him from stealing goods

“D----AAAAAH!” Mammon screamed the top of his lungs.

“Who dare meows at THE GREAT MAMMON!” he says as you rolled your eyes at him. “Ooooh maybe I can sell this ca—OUUUCH!“ you hissed and lightly bit his hand as he picked you up “I was joking! Joking I tell you! Sheesh this cat” he put you down.

“So where is yer owner cat?” he asked, you rubbed your fur onto him and put your paw on his foot.

“That’s right! No one can stand THE GREAT MAMMON! Look you are already fascinated by my greatness” he said while you rolled you eyes.

“I have an idea!!” He took you and put you on top of his bed “Stay there till I get back!” he took a picture of you using his D.D.D.

You didn’t know he posted a picture of you while with the description “LOST CAT CONTACT MAMMON THE GREAT p.s give 10000 Grimm as reward”.

Yep, Mammon will be Mammon.

He came back late, it seems he had gone to the casino “TODAY’S MY LUCKY DAY! I WON THE JACKPOT WOHOO NOW I CAN BUY THOSE SHOES AND SUIT, it seems you are a lucky cat after all!”.

 When he was busy counting Grimms, it was already midnight. Suddenly pink smoke was covering you and he saw it “Wait what’s happening?!”he said as the smoke was cleared he saw you. 

“MC! You were the cat?!”

“Yeah it was me! Thanks for letting me stay in your room though” you said

“That’s right! Haha! The GREAT MAMMON always to the rescue haha” sweat drops

“I gtg to my room, I’m so sleepy cya Mammon thanks again!” you said as you left.

Bonus:

Early in the morning you came to Mammon’s room while you said “Mammon! Why did you post me being lost in exchange for grimm?!”

“Uh I can explain you see, I forgot to delete it and bye!” he said as he run off of bed.

Leviathan:

“Is that what I think it is?” he mumbled as he was supposed to be going out to refill his rations

Sucre Frenzy’s lead member recently had a jet black cat, which was similar to the color of your fur.

“Nah maybe it’s just lost, wandering in the house” he said while he left to buy 2 months’ worth of food.

You saw and heard what he said so you decided to go to his room and wait for him.

You were looking around the place until-

When he came back he saw you looking at Henry 2.0 and he thought you were going to eat him “NONONONO! Don’t eat my one and true friend!” whilst you gave him a quizzical cat look.

“AHHH! I got no time for this, I should open up the new Multiplayer game I bought aaaaah where is MC? Damn I need to play it now” he said while preparing his newly bought game, he messaged you in his D.D.D waiting for an answer. You went to the other controller and pressed play.

“Wait what that was for MC! I should restart this” when he was reaching for the menu button, you put your paw on his arm. ”Wait are you telling me not to restart?” you cried out a meow.

You played the new game with him and he was amazed, “Woah this cat is amazing it can play games! I’m gonna name you Henry 3.0!” and you gave him a doubtful look while you continue to play the new game he bought until midnight.

You landed the final blow to the last boss on the game and when Levi turned around pink smoke was covering you.

 You were turned back into human! “OMG MC you were a cat? lolol so cool”

“This is my magical power! Lunaria, Wisteria, Primrose, Peony! Through the power of the flower I’m pretty as can be! I’m the magical mysterious MC!” you said as you pecked his cheeks.

“Watch out! I might steal your heart!” you wink leaving him flustered.

Satan:

He was looking for you inside his room, he was going to tell you that he found the book that you were helping him find.

“MC?? Hey MC? That’s weird, I swore she said that she was inside my ro—“Satan couldn’t finish his sentence when he found a small black cat lying around with his books.

“How did you get in here. Are you hungry? Do you want some food?”

Satan was excited he looked like a smol boi waiting for his Birthday present.

After a day full of feeding you, taking care of you and even took pictures of you like a cat mom flexing he decided that it’s time to set you free.

“If you stay here for too long your owner might be missing you”

You brushed your fur against his leg and he knelt down and brushed his hand on your head.

 “Well I guess you could stay it’s pretty dark anyways”.

Satan carefully picked you up and took you to his bedroom and he put you down beside his pillow and let you fall asleep.

Not that he totally forgot about you though

When you both woke up it seems like you were back to normal and you saw Satan smirked.

“Good morning my lil kitten” definitely knows that you were the cat.

Asmodeus:

You went out of Satan’s room hoping to get help from someone and suddenly Asmodeus hurryingly going out of his room.

You followed Asmodeus while crying out a small meow. Apparently, he didn’t heard your cry for help.

He went to your room (as you followed him there) “MC! We need to go to the ma—oh she isn’t here” when he stopped you let out a loud cry and he finally noticed you.

“Awh what are you doing here? Were you lured here by my charm?” he said

“My, my, you have such a nice fur compared to other kitties seems like you also got the charm! And it doesn’t look like you don’t shed too much fur! I have a great idea! I’ll take you to the mall with me, you will be my new pet! Let’s share our charm to the entire world!” he said as he picked you up and took you outside.

After a day full of shopping, salon, taking pictures, and buying more stuff, you both went home before curfew.

He went to have some dinner while you run off to your room.

After dinner he was busy taking his stuff out of the bags you two bought

On midnight he noticed you were not in his bedroom, he went to search for you and seen you on your room “Oh little princess why are you in MC’s room? Speaking of MC I didn’t even see her during dinner and she isn’t even here.” and suddenly pink smoke was covering your body and suddenly you were turned back to normal.

“I never knew you could be a majestic cat MC,waaaah I really missed you” he said that while cuddling you.

“Now that I’m here why don’t we sleep in your bed?” you saw him smirk.

“No funny business alright? Being a cat is really tiring!” you said to him.

“Alright, alright! Just let me hug you” he said. “Fine” you replied while he pecked your lips and went to bed.

Beelzebub:

You hid from everyone until it was late night. You were hungry so you went to the kitchen hoping to find some food on the table but you were unlucky enough to find none.

You saw some unopened chips on the countertop so you jumped and grabbed it using your mouth. You tried to open the chips with your claws and your mouth but you failed.

Beel saw you in the kitchen and said “Do you want this? Hmm I don’t really know if chips are good for cats though”.

You nod and he opened the chips for you, you thanked him by crying out a meow.

When the chips was open you bite some and gave it to Beel, “Oh thanks” he replied as he pats your head.

As you two were eating, the clocked reached midnight.

A magical pink smoke appeared around you. You were turned back to normal.

“Wha- MC I didn’t know you have the power to turn into a cat!” Beel said as he kept eating chips.

“No wait I don---ah why bother btw thanks for the chips“ you pecked his cheek while you went upstairs to sleep.

Belphegor:

You were in shock of what happened and decided to ask your S/O, Belphie for help. You went to his bedroom to see himself napping as usual.

You did everything you can, meowing, hissing, carefully scratching his bedside, pouncing on him, putting your paw on his nose, and still nothing.

Nothing can wake up this boi

You gave up and tried to wait for him to wake up but you fell asleep beside him instead.

Cue Beel going to his room and found you two sleeping “Cute” he said.

After 2 hours Belphie woke up and saw a cat beside him. At first he was shocked but eventually he stroked the cat’s fur lightly not waking it up and soon began to sleep again.

You both woke up the next day with you lying down on the cold floor well at least you ain’t a cat anymore eh?

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #lucifer #mammon #satan #belphie #Beelzebub #Leviathan #Asmodeus #one master to rule them all #ntt solmare #otome #otome game #belphegor #obey me! headcanons #HCs send requests #Obey me headcanons #Mammon x mc #Lucifer x mc #Leviathan x mc #Satan x mc #Asmodeus x mc #Beelzebub x mc #Belphie x mc

[theincompetentgenius]

Lucifer, Mammon, and Satan React to Non-Virgin S/O

anon:  headcanons for the obey me seven bros reaction to a non virgin s/o?   i always see virgin hcs but not the opposite.  especially  if mc is afraid to admit it, its common from where she comes from for people to treat non-virgin girls scornfully. if the seven bros is too much, then lucifer, mammon, and satan please. thanks in advance

I’ve noticed this too. But I think some (not speaking for everyone so lower the pitchforks) people ask for virgin S/Os is because they’re virgin themselves (so they’re using the HCs as self-insert). But I hope you find these headcanons enjoyable!

Lucifer

To be honest, Lucifer doesn’t really care whether his S/O is a virgin or not. He’s never even thought prior to their relationship and pays no attention to it until Asmo brought it up in a conversation, asking Lucifer’s lover about how Lucifer holds against their past relationships.  

It is difficult for his S/O to discuss, considering that they’ve been brought up in a conservative environment. When their cheeks flush and they avert the question, Lucifer is almost certain that they have some sort of experience. 

Now Lucifer has been the human world quite a few times, so he’s somewhat aware of the taboo nature around sex. During the his earlier days as a demon, he’d heard from witches on how they were exiled for adultery and their sexual preferences. 

He might ask a question or two about it, but not much more than that. There’s no point in dwelling in the past over something that holds no value anymore. Their past lovers and hookups? Irrelevant. Clearly his lover is satisfied with his performance and that’s all that really matters on the situation.

Sure he’d be prideful if he was their “first”, but there’s another type of pride that swells in his chest as his S/O beckons him towards the bedroom. Despite all their experience, they still can’t get enough of him. Once they walk into that room, Lucifer will give them one hell of a night. Consider it a reminder that no one can compare to him.

There are many perks of having an experienced S/O. Things can get real interesting, depending on how experienced they are. Lucifer is always intrigued as to what his S/O is going to do next in the bedroom, savoring all the their skills. How far can they go? How much can they handle? He’s definitely going to put their abilities to the rest. 

Besides, he can do a lot more since they’re already comfortable with the basics. There’s no need to worry about the initial pain, so he can go at it with full force.  

Mammon

Mammon is probably going to be the most bothered by this situation. It’s not the fact that his lover isn’t a virgin, but its the idea that he isn’t their first that’s bothering him. He’s been going around screaming that he’s their first, when the reality is that he isn’t. I mean, he understands that the context wasn’t the same (this is about sex and his “first” was about making pacts with demons) but the thought linger in the back of his mind.

But he doesn’t want to seem immature about. If he’s confronted with his lover’s history, he’ll throw his hands in the air and go, “Ok and? Does it look like I care? Because I clearly don’t care. It’s a stupid human, they’ve got nothing on me. I’ve got no reason to care and I don’t even want to know about it.” It’s clear to everyone that he cares just a tiny bit.

Just give Mammon some assurance and he’ll be back to normal. After all, what human can compete with a demon? And Mammon isn’t any ordinary demon, he’s the freaking Avatar of Greed. He may be slow, but he knows how to put on a good show.

However, his lover will never have to worry about judgement. When his lover confides in the reason why they never talks about their virgin, Mammon clicks his tongue. Only stupid humans care so much about something stupid and then enforce the dumbest rules along with it. 

He’s not going to judge his lover or look at them any differently. The only stupid thing he might do is go find their previous ex/hookup and brag to their face on how he’s the real first. 

Besides, a non-virgin S/O would probably do a better job of initiating steamy situations without it getting awkward. And we all know very well that Mammon likes it when someone else takes the lead, so what better person to do that except for a non-virgin S/O?

Satan

Satan finds out after Levi lends him a copy of 50 Shades of Grey. How did Levi even get the book? Well, the publishing company of the novel was sponsoring a Ruri-chan x Sucre Frenzy crossover event. Whoever bought 50 copies of the book was entered in a raffle for free tickets to the event. Levi couldn’t miss his chance.

Levi gave the book as a gift to Satan, claiming that it’s an extremely popular book about “forbidden romance”. Although Satan wasn’t convinced, he takes the book anyways. How bad could it be right?

Fortunately, he never finds out because his S/O spots in his hands as he returns to his room. “Stop right there Satan!” They scream at the top of their lungs, pointing an accusatory finger at the book. “What do you think you’re doing?”

Satan looks to the book in confusion. “I’m gonna read this book that Levi gave me. He said it was really popular in the human realm because of it’s dark themes as a forbidden romance.” Cue the endless laughter from his S/O, who berates the book for the next hour. “It’s like a 12 year-old virgin wrote it! There’s no way anyone with actual experience could write that. A real scene would look so much different.”

He’s raises his eyebrow at that statement. “Oh? And I suppose you know what erotica is supposed to look like?” The demon is quite curious now. His lover can’t help but turn beet red and dodge the question. “Uh......”

But it’s too late. Satan already figured it out, so there’s no use in hiding it from him. However, he understands why his S/O is hesitant to talk about it-- there were so many books where the protagonist in the human world was scorned for their sexual history. 

He’ll put a hand on their shoulder and assure them that he has no issues with it. After all, his brother is the Avatar of Lust. And let’s not pretend that Satan doesn’t have any experience either.

 After the conversation ends, a question still lingers in his mind. Just what exactly is a “real sex scene” to his S/O? He’s going to have to go investigate this later.... in their bedroom......

#obey me #obey me! #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me swd #obey me headcanons

[lizzie-wendigo]

Previously, I did a poll where I asked which of my AUs you want to see, and although I had already presented some Kids AU, it was the most voted, and now I will delve into this AU. I only portrayed those that will have more relevance, obviously this doesn't mean that the rest do not exist, only that they do not have much relevance

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Kids AU:

After Milcup moved to Inkwell Island, along with her children (cuphead and mugman) two years later, Milkcup was recruited to work in the order of Calix Amini. When they realized that the legendary Chalice had been reborn, a trial was made for tell the fate of this. So it was decided that they would execute her to prevent her from causing more disasters. Milkcup opposed the execution, and defended the legendary chalice with convincing arguments, but no one agreed, so with the help of Madame Pepper, she sneaked off with the chalice as a newborn baby, and adopted it. Milkcup's purpose was to show that being raised like anyone else, under a roof with family love, did not present a threat.

Cuphead and Mugman were 2 years old when Chalice arrived, but currently, they are both 11 years old, while Chalice is 9. In this AU, Chalice is called "Miss Chalice" (not Ms Chalice) as she is a little girl. Cuphead and Mugman don't remember either that she is "adopted" they simply lived with the idea that she is their blood sister, so they don't know who she really is (hence, Chalice either, obviously)

Milkcup is forbidden to Cups, Mugs and Chal to enter the basement, since Milkcup is writing a diary and doing research on the legendary Chalice, in the diary she writes the annotations of Miss Chalice's behaviors, in this way, when Chalice fulfills the 18, Milkcup will tell her the truth, return her to Calix amini and get her life spared. Although of course, that will be difficult since Milkcup is becoming very fond of her and it will be difficult for her to leave her "daughter".

Regarding the Cup siblings, from time to time all three are cared for by their grandfather Elder Kettle, or Dawn; They're still very good friends with Chip, Mac and Angel; Chalice on the other hand, has shown to have something of her powers, that is, unconsciously due to her emotions her powers tend to get a little out of control, such as burning things by accident, or healing wounds with the liquid from her head, she does. Without realizing it so sometimes Milkcup takes note of it, of course.

Miss Chalice almost always carries with her a stuffed ram called "Lamby" this was given to her by Elder Kettle, Chalice always hugs Lamby when she is alone or when she is very afraid of a dark place and her brothers are not around to accompany her, since she still has her nyctophobia (phobia of the dark)

And with the rest of the characters:

Bon Bon is 11 years old and is very close to Cuphead, it's because her older sister, Sucre, now spends a lot of time with her boyfriend/fiancé. Bon Bon feels a little lonely, but she still has Cuphead, the two get along very well and get upset from time to time, but they are best friends.

Hilda is 12 years old, she has just experienced the abuse of her siblings, where both hands were pierced with scissors, she is in recovery. So every spring and summer she comes to Inkwell to spend half a year with Flora and the Garden Clan, while Fall and Winter she returns to Sol Island with her family. Cagney is 13 years old, because he's too small, he doesn't have many friends, so Hilda and Cagney have each other

Rumor is 13 years old, she doesn't have many friends because she is a princess, she attends a private school, when she goes back to home, she usually meets Werner, her only friend, they're very close (and yes, they're boyfriends)

Cala Maria is 10 years old, she comes from time to time to the shores of Inkwell beach, she cannot get out of the sea, since her father can detect when she is out. Mugman is her only friend, he always brings her salmon sandwiches (they are her favorites :3). Mugman does not feel fear or revulsion towards her, and hopes one day that she will be able to go out and finally introduce them to his family.

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Any questions? :3

#cuphead #cuphead au #au cuphead #cuphead kids au #cuphead oc #oc cuphead #mugman #Baroness Von Bon Bon #ms chalice #legendary chalice #cuphead mugman and ms chalice #cuphead and mugman's mother #hilda berg #cagney carnation #rumor honeybottoms #cala maría #lizzie-wendigo

[angelbittyabuse]

Marie's Return, part 1/2

It was a beautiful day outside and Élodie was enjoying her walk to work with her best friend. Marie had been her roomate at the faculty and they had been nothing but very close, even after Élodie left for a cheaper place to rent and sleep in. Élodie knew things had gone sour between Marie and her older sister. Yet her human friend depended on said sister for everything and was unable to leave her. As Marie told Élodie, the woman had horribly killed both of Marie's lamias, Sucre d'Orge and Spade, without reason and as a true lamia enthousiast, Élodie did feel bad for her friend. Knowing her situation, there was no way the monster girl would think of selling another bitty to Marie, as heartbreaking as it was, but she hoped that seeing them at the store would cheer her up. Angel's store was a big and modern one. Now selling a lot of different bitty types and already preparing to sell some more, it was the size of a huge mansion, built in one too but with most of the inside walls being razed down. The whole thing was a lovely white color- one of Angel's favorite and had a lot of ergonomy and gain of space thought in. From afar, the whole thing seemed outrageous- but welcoming- brand new- but ancien- weird- but functionnal. A oxymoron in itself. As a kid that had lived in a big house, Élodie loved to work in one, now that she was stuck in a 4 on 4 meter room to live in. Felt like memories. As she entered, she noticed two things. First, one of her colleagues had already arrived and did the opening- which was great, it wasn't an easy part. And Angel wasn't here. Which was also great. The -kind of human vibes but she really looked like a demon so truly she didn't know- woman had the habit of messing with her employee by selling the bittys herself and- this was- frustrating to say the least! Cause. You know. When you're paid on what you sell through the day and need that money, your boss stealing your sales isn't a good thing. That was actually rotting Élodie's relationships with her colleagues, competition being rude. As Marie entered the shop for the first time, she did nothing but coo over the baby blue and papy areas near the cash register. She loved baby blue as her favorite breed and those one were so adorbs oh my gosh how could they be so- "It's because we ordered them with bigger eyes." Shrugged Élodie with a smile. "I have the cleaning left to do." A furious glance to her colleague leaving her the worst part followed then she turned back to Marie again. "You're able to do the Soultime. Just don't go near the Fell lines or the venomous lamias, alright?" Élodie was a monster girl that could be trusted, so she indeed went to cleaning while Marie went right into her favorite pen and soon was harrassed with a swarm of little blues praising her own beautiful blue eyes, her long curled locks and stuff. Being unfamiliar with the fake compliments, she thought they were genuine and said to praise her loveliness, whose, to be honest, Marie's sister was failing to do those last months. "You're all so-" She definitely said adorbs ten time and tried to think of another synonym but failed. "So something!" The blue eyelights started shining even brightly. "I wish I could just take all of you home with me!" A chorus of gasps followed. "YOU'RE TAKING US ALL WITH YOU???" Saying that while in their pen wasn't a good idea and soon she was buried under overjoyed manipulative little shits like a kid under the beach sand when their parents don't want any more fuss. When Élodie came back to check, she was actually horrified. She helped her friend back out of the playpen while baby blues were having a tantrum because 'evil liar didn't adopt any of them!'. Some were actually crying anger tears. Seeing her friend sadly confused, Élodie's soul hurt in her chest. She mumbled. "We... we do have some rescue pygmies in the backroom. Since you're familiar with the breed... Go play with them? The cleaning's done, we're opening the newcomers." Marie's eyes went as wide and shiny as the baby blue's, to the point the monster girl began doubting her

friend wasn't one in disguise. Would actually explain a lot of things.

"You're receiving gifts?!" Yes. Definitely a baby blue in disguise. Or maybe fifty of them under a coat. Marie let out a laugh. "So... Sorry. Dumb joke. But I wanna see! Please!" Knowing what just happened, letting Marie near any boxes of samples of new bittys wasn't the bestest idea in the world. Élodie bite the inside of her cheek with her pointy and sharp Fell fangs, thinking. "Please stay at my side. Don't do anything dumb. Please?" She pleaded. They went helping another of Élodie's colleague who was struggling with the first wooden box. What was inside was labelled as 'SlayBelle's Shitty Bitties' but no more indication of what it was exactly. Thanks the stars, they had received a flyer some days prior so they more or less knew what the breeds consisted of. Needless to say a shiver of something that could be called... Fear ? Maybe. Run through the back of both employees. Marie just cooed as she rushed to the now opened box, revealing three cardboard boxes of Jellybeans. "Oh... Oh no." Marie turned to her friend, showing her the Papyrus-type bittys. "The poor one! Why haven't they got any limbs?" Puppy eyes. Check. Crocodile tears? Check. Something common for a Jellybean, yes, but if so, why all of that was on Marie's face? Élodie sighed. "They are sold as is. Something about people pitying them and buying them faster." "I... I could take some of them home." Marie negociated. "I don't think my sister will know. I know they'll never find a good home if I don't help them now!" "Yes. That exactly what I said. Congratulations, you've been manipulated." "But they'll eventually throw them away when they'll get bored of taking care of them! I'm their only ch-" Élodie stopped listening. Maybe bringing Marie here wasn't a good idea. She was a good friend, really. Perhaps it was the tragic loss of Spade and Sucre d'Orge that was messing with her head. "Next box is Li------ WOW." Élodie cried, terrified of any accident that could spilled from that. "Marie, dear. Pal. Love. My bestie!" The monster girl panicked. "What?" Answered her friend. "Just take this box of Jellybeans to the pygmys in the backroom and come back in ten minutes, okay?" Marie shrugged. "Okay." Yes. Crisis averted. Élodie definitely did not wanted her friend to bond with a Licorice. Licorice were edgys... being more edgys. The idea was... She really did not know anymore but Angel told her to sell those to clients in need of some 'reassuring' presence in their lives. They were ugly, possessive and prone to 'punish' their owner when thinking they were 'cheated on', whatever that meant for a bitty and- the wooden box opened, revealing only one tazmania devil in a steel cage. Yes. They smelled horribly as well. Or maybe it was just that one. "Why taken so long ta open' fuk face?!" Said an outraged voice. Élodie leaned near the box for her gaze to meet the bitty's. It stared at her. She stared at it. And she closed the wooden box lid on it. "I'm not selling that shit."

Her colleague laughed. "Don't worry. I'll sell it. More cash for me."

#SlayBelle #Licorice Bitty #Jellybean bitty

[onemistresstorulethemall]

I think I'll keep this Gang AU smut-free and then add the smutty bits in separate one shots. I don't think I ever wrote pg-13 stuff on here, so I could give it a shot.

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"So you're sure I'm gonna find him at this convention?", you asked again, although you knew the answer already.

"I've never been more certain of anything in my life.", Solomon affirmed.

"Well then, I should question your loyalty..."

"Let me rephrase that-"

"No need, I'm heading out. You know where to find me."

"Of course, boss."

With that, you parted ways. Your next target was the third born. With him, it would be three of Lucifer's brothers on your side. After that, you had a plan on how to win Satan over, but the twins... That would be the difficult part. Solomon didn't have pacts with either of them. One was fond of Lucifer and the other wasn't fond of humans.

Whatever, you brushed it off. You needed the brains of the operation before even thinking about Lucifer's muscle- Beelzebub.

Never in your life had you thought about going to an anime convention. But this wasn't even the most peculiar part of the whole ordeal. Under the building there was going to be an...exchange of items. All stolen, obviously. Not necessarily appealing to a normal person, but very valuable for collectors. Leviathan happened to be one of these collectors. Now, Leviathan would be forced to help you because of the pact he had with Solomon. However, his silence wasn't guaranteed. This is why you had to buy it one way or another. And unlike his brother Asmodeus, he wasn't as easy to please.

Although he had a...unique... aesthetic, Leviathan was vital to the operation. No one was as good with technology as him. So far you had the gambler (fancy world for charlatan and thief) and the seducer (specialized in fucking information out of people) in your pocket. You needed the hacker.

"I'm in.", you used a telepathy spell to communicate with Solomon.

"Great. Can you see them?", he replied promptly.

"Yeah. It's almost time. I need to act now."

"I've got your back. Count on me to make the change."

You twirled a strand of the wig you were wearing around your finger and absent mindedly bumped into one of the guys you were after.

"Uh-oh! I'm so sorry!", you said in a high pitched tone, "I guess I wasn't exactly paying attention to where I was going... Oh, I even dropped my autograph notebook...", you bended over in front of them in a skirt that left little to the imagination.

Although they were busy, the two demons couldn't help but stare. They were lowly lust demons after all... And you obviously didn't look like a threat. You had fake horns on your head, so you blended in with the crowd.

These guys weren't Leviathan's men. They were only supposed to make the exchange.

"Oh, guys!", you lightly touched both of the demons on their forearm making them turn their attention to you, "Do you know where Sucre Frenzy is going to sing? I lost the show programme and I kept trying to find my way ever since... Ugh, for hell's sake, I'm such a klutz..."

"I'm not sure... We came here for another band...", one replied.

You turned your attention to the one holding a rucksack.

"Could come help me find it? Pleaaase~"

The demon let go of the rucksack for a split second. Amateur move. Then pointed out the direction which you should go into, probably to get rid of you.

"Aww, thank you! You're so sweet!", you went for a hug, making him drop the rucksack again, just to be sure.

"You have no idea how grateful I am!", you kissed his cheek.

Honestly, it wasn't even a lie.

Turning on your feet, you walked in the direction they told you to go. After a bit of wandering around, Solomon walked up to you.

"Did you get it?", you asked in your normal tone.

"You made that fucker drop it twice. Of course I got it.", Solomon laughed.

"Huh, amateurs. If I knew I would've asked somebody else to do it."

"Do you think they're dead already?"

"Most certainly."

You replaced the prized one of a kind Ruri-chan figures with empty clear plastic boxes which had post-its inside. On all of them was written "it's not fair, is it?". Attached to all that, was a letter with a time and place to meet if he'd like to get his figurines back.

"Fuck..."

"What? Was it an illusion spell? Don't tell me we don't have the goods, for fuck's sake!"

"No, no. We have. It's just... They have metal."

You couldn't use the main exit cause there were metal detectors installed because of a...certain incident that happened some time ago. The windows were shut because of so many idols being present. The only way out was to go under... You couldn't beat the convention security. That would raise red flags. Your only option was to fight Leviathan's men.

When you got down the lowly demons were already laying in a pool of blood, so you used it to your advantage. As a gang leader, your talent for blood magic came in handy. You shaped the blood into tentacles and silently moved them until they were behind Leviathan's men. Then, you wrapped the blood tentacles around their throats. You stepped in front of them as none knew you. Solomon was a known face, so you needed him hidden.

"Make sure to deliver your boss my message. Sayounara.", with a swift motion you tightened the grip and made them pass out.

You undressed them and took their clothes.

"Much better than that skimpy outfit!"

There were security cameras that were most probably controlled by Lucifer's gang, so you need to leave undetected.

"I don't know... I think you looked nice in it.", Solomon giggled.

"There's plenty of blood to go around, Solomon. I'd use my words carefully if I were you."

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