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For the follower event, Simeon and 🌗 and include mc

Mmmmm, that good good Simeon angst.

“You wanna be a saint, but you know you’re a sinner.” - Simeon x MC

Simeon's warmth feels gentle on your skin, as he wraps his arms tighter around you. He'll have to let go soon enough, he knows, when the brothers start throwing a fit as usual about someone getting too close to their precious human. But for this moment, you're in his arms and he gets to hold you close, and that's all that matters. The brothers, Luke, running the Angel's Halo, the pressures on him from the Celestial Realm....

All of that can fall away.

In this moment, he doesn't have to think about the Celestial Realm at all.

He doesn't have to think about his duties and errands, having to bend to the seraphs' every whim.

He doesn't have to think about their mocking, the way Raphael taunts him with the threat of falling even now, millennia after his demotion.

He doesn't have to think about the way Uriel looks down at him with pity, like he's some abandoned puppy in the rain who needs their help.

He certainly doesn't have to think about Michael's words to him from that morning, warning him to watch himself before he does something he won't be able to take back.

And he doesn't have to think about how Michael's face twisted with fury when he shot back, "You warn me like you've never been guilty. You want to be a saint, but you know you're a sinner too. Or did you forget that you weren't always Father's favorite?"

"Simeon?" you say, breaking him out of his thoughts, as his embrace gets a little longer than you expected it to. "Are you still with me?"

"Mm? Yes, of course I'm here, why?" he answers, a teasing warmth injecting into his voice.

Yes, of course. He doesn't need to think about any of those things. All he wants to think about right now is you. Your warmth, your scent, your voice, you in his arms, you in the soft morning light coming in through the window of the cafe.

He gives you a little squeeze and kisses you lightly on the top of your head. "I just don't want to let you go yet. That's okay, isn't it?"

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Hello! I've recently refound your blog and binge read everything, it was so much fun and you definitely deserve 4k!

I'm popping in to request 🧳 with Levi and MC, please!

Oh wow, thank you so much!! ;///; We're honored to be binge-read. ❤️

"If you really want to go, I'll come with you." - Leviathan/MC

“You want to do what?” 

Leviathan looks at you as if you’ve lost your mind, his wide eyes even more prominent as they glow in the twilight. He had accompanied you on a small mission to the human world, but now the two of you were enjoying the rest of the day at the beach, lucky to have found a particular stretch all to yourselves. 

“Atlantis.” You point out to where the sea met the sky, then look back to him with the most innocent look you can muster. “Can you take me to Atlantis?” 

“Wh-who even said that place exists!” Leviathan sinks a bit in the water, flashes of his demon form peeking through. You’re glad that no one is around.  “And e-even if it did, I’m not taking you down deep underwater, that’s dangerous!” 

“Well, maybe it’s not Atlantis exactly, but I read about it at RAD. A sunken underwater city here in the human world, caused by a fight between the Devildom and the Celestial Realm…I want to see it.” You stand up, dusting the sand off of you before taking a couple more steps towards the sea. “I wonder if I can use my magic to get there myself…” 

“What, no! You don’t even know where it is!” Scales begin to appear on his skin, and he sinks deeper into the lapping waves as he gives you a rather perturbed look. 

“Oh, so it does exist then?” You give him a satisfied grin, which he returns with a groan. 

“Ugh, c’mon! Not fair!” The demon hisses, shaking his head. “Doesn’t matter, it’s not like we’re going!” 

“Maybe we’re not going–”

Leviathan huffs. He knows you’re messing with him, but he also knows you’re one to let curiosity get the better of you. “You’d have to find a map first, so good luck with that.”

“I’m sure I could find one.” You sway a bit side to side as you hum, finger tapping your chin in thought. “Oh, Solomon might have something in his records. Or I could ask Satan, or maybe even Diavolo will let me look at the Royal Archives himself, or–” 

“Fine, fine!” He frantically tries to stop you from dropping yet another name, envy pooling in his gut. “If…If you really want to go, I’ll come with you.” 

“Really?” Barely containing your excitement, you clasp your hands together by your chest. 

“D-don’t look at me like that!” Pink tinges his cheeks. “Yes, if it’ll stop you from doing something stupid, then I’ll take you.” 

“Thank you, Levi!” You run into the water, throwing your arms around him. “You’re the best!” “I-I, uh,” Flustered as ever, Leviathan tries to find his words, but all that leaves his lips are some incoherent sounds. 

With a soft laugh, you rest your forehead against his. “Hey, you know I’m just teasing you, right? If you’re really against it, I’ll drop it.”

“I know.” He shakes his head, his own arms coming around you in a tight embrace. “But if anyone is going to take you, it’s going to be me.” 

Another chuckle, and you give him a quick kiss on the tip of his nose. “I wouldn’t want it to be anyone else.”   

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Congrats on 1k!! 🎉 🥳 for the prompt list could I have 💢 + Belphegor with MC?

Thank you so much!! Going to combine these two because they give the same vibes, hope that's okay. <3

"How come you don't detest me?" + "I'm waiting on the day you don't want me tomorrow." - Belphegor/MC

“How come you don’t detest me?”

You’re caught off-guard by Belphegor’s question, slowly turning to him as you both sit silently in the planetarium. His gaze is on the stars above, lips taught in a straight line as he does his best to keep his face expressionless. You ponder the best way to respond, the sound of water from the fountain all that fills the space. Things had been tense between you recently, Belphegor seemingly taking more chances to push you away just as it seemed you two were growing closer. Was this another attempt to insert distance, to hold you at arm's length?

“I did, at first.” It’s best to be honest, you think. It was true that your relationship had been an … interesting one, to say the least. “But, time has passed. You know how important you are to me now.”

A ‘tch’ leaves his lips, gaze lowering as he shakes his head before bringing his knees to his chest. There’s a heaviness that surrounds him, sinking into the atmosphere around you. “I just … I don’t understand. I don’t get you.”

“What do you mean?” You ask warily, unsure where he was going with this.

“I just … “ His hands go to his head, claws digging into his scalp as he tries to form the words he wishes to speak. “You’re too nice. After everything I did, you still manage to smile and spend your days with me.” His body is trembling, you notice now. Basked in the dim moonlight like this, he looks so terribly vulnerable, like a lost child being swallowed by the shadows. “I...I feel like I’m waiting on the day you don’t want me tomorrow.”

“Belphie…” Your arms go to wrap around his shuddering frame, your lips going to gently rest against his temple. There is an ache in your chest, wanting to comfort both him and yourself but you know that it will only hurt to speak assurances that cannot be guaranteed. “I … I can’t promise things will always stay the same. I don’t know what the future holds, neither of us do, but…” You brush the hair that so often obscures half of his visage to the side, gently placing your fingers around the demon’s jaw as you turn him to look at you.

“But what I know is that now, in this moment, I want to be with you, Belphegor. Isn’t that enough?”

The look in his eyes tells you that he’s not sure if it is, but he leans forward to rest his forehead against yours, his body having calmed to a still in your embrace. His voice is soft yet heavy with a longing that wraps tightly around your heart.

“I want it to be.”

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"Everyone's got some tragic history." - Beelzebub + MC

"Why would he do something like that?!" You're practically screaming, tears streaming into the second bowl of ice cream Beelzebub has gently pushed into your hands.

He places a hand gently over yours, guiding the spoon to your mouth in an attempt to make you feel better. "I'm sure Asmo didn't mean it that way," he says, a deep sympathy in his voice but also a firm resoluteness to defend his brother.

"Beel, he destroyed my mother's necklace because he thought it was ugly!" you wail. "He tore it off my neck and ripped it apart right in front of me! I haven't seen her in years, and now the only thing I have of hers here is in pieces! Why does it even matter to him if it's ugly or not?!"

The demon goes quiet for a long moment before responding simply, "Because he's afraid."

"Afraid of what?!"

"After we fell, we all had a hard time adjusting," he explains after another moment, digging a spoon into his own much larger bowl of ice cream. "He changed a lot after that. So did Mammon, and Lucifer. All of us. For Asmo...you know he used to be called the Jewel of the Heavens, right? Everyone said he was the most beautiful angel in the Celestial Realm. But when we transformed into demons, he looked so different from when he was an angel. That's what everyone admired him for back then, and then it was gone. So he was really scared for a long time."

"Yeah, but that was such a long time ago, wasn't it?" you answer, exasperated. You do feel bad for the Avatar of Lust, hearing all this, you really do -- but it doesn't change what he did or how important that necklace was to you. "He's not scared anymore! At this point, he never shuts up about how beautiful he is!"

"No, I think he still is, deep down," Beel responds insistently. "He never hated things just for being ugly back then."

Angry as you are, it's hard to say no to Beel, especially hearing how much he cares about his family. At your silence, he tries one final appeal, "Please, MC, try to forgive him. Everyone's got some tragic history. But I'm sure he didn't do it to hurt you."

"Okay," you give in at last. "I'll try."

The relieved smile he gives you in response feels sweeter than the now-melting ice cream still in front of you. "Thanks, MC. Let's go see if we can get your necklace fixed tomorrow."

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🌗 + belphegor + mc.

“You wanna be a saint, but you know you’re a sinner.” - Belphegor + MC

Belphegor had long found humans fascinating, but especially in how they seemed to strive so hard to be "good" even despite an equal fundamental proclivity to sin.

As an angel, he'd found it quaint, even sort of cute. As a demon, he found it far less endearing. And as a demon who found himself quite fond of such a human, it could be downright frustrating.

"What's wrong with you? You want to put all this effort into being a goody-goody even down in the Devildom, surrounded by demons?" he says with annoyance, tugging on your sleeve. "Come on, let's go take a nap together."

"Belphie, no, I can't right now!" you respond, removing his grip as gently as you can. It's been a stressful few weeks, what with exams on histories of places you'd never even heard of and lessons on controlling magic you hadn't even had until recently. There was sudden new pressure to do well on these midterms, after Diavolo's announcement that you would be graded on the same standard as the demons now. And then your regular chores around the House of Lamentation...!

To Belphie's chagrin, that has meant that you haven't had a single moment to spare for lazing around in bed together lately.

He rolls his eyes. "Who cares? It'll be fine. Just come nap with me and I'll teach you later. Just give in, I know you don't really want to study any of this."

"Well yes, I don't want to do all this work, but I have to! Easy for the oh-so-powerful Avatar of Sloth to say -- you just sleep through your lessons and do fine, but I can't do that, okay?! So I'm going to be good and study right here like I need to!"

"Please, you wanna be a saint, but you know you're a sinner," he answers.

"Oh, big words coming from a former angel!" you snap back before you can think them through. Your hands fly to your mouth immediately. "Shit, I'm sorry -- I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to say that."

The silence back from him is deafening, feeling like it stretches on far too long. He doesn't meet your gaze, and he doesn't say another word.

At last he picks up his pillow and walks out.

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madly in love with him and so on and so forth

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Can you do Mc + belphegor +🩸

“You look so good with all that blood splatter on your face.” - Belphegor & MC

content warning: gore, violence, blood

You had been warned time and time again to always be careful, to never go out past curfew on your own, to never let a stranger charm you into helping them lest you became their next meal. It’s dangerous, you have been told time and time again. You didn’t always heed that warning.

You hadn’t meant for this to happen -- “Of course you didn’t,” Belphegor had muttered -- but now you watched as the seventh-born raked his claws through the flesh of the demon who had tried to corner you earlier. They shriek in pain as Belphegor tears them open, his expression set in a scowl.

The pleas for mercy are ignored, and it does not take long for those cries to fade away to silence. Belphegor steps back from the now slumped body, slowly turning to you with a slightly irked expression.

This realm and your time spent with the Seven Demon Lords had begun changing you, in ways you couldn’t quite describe or articulate. As you stare at the visage of the Avatar of Sloth, your gaze lingers on the dark ichor that paints his skin. His violent-pink eyes observe you, unsure how you will react to seeing him in such a state, and so he is quite surprised when he hears the next words that leave your lips.

“You look so good with all that blood splatter on your face.”

As if you had been momentarily possessed, your hand suddenly comes up to clasp over your mouth as you can’t quite believe you spoke those words aloud. What is wrong with me?!

There is a moment of silence, Belphegor’s expression unreadable after the first hint of surprise. You then hear a low rumble, and it grows into a laugh -- Belphegor is laughing, a sight made all the more eerie at the blood still covering his face. He comes to your side, a hand gently pressed to your back as he begins to lead you back to the House of Lamentation.

“My, seems our little human is becoming more of a demon after all.”

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Did I get inspired by the fact that I was all alone on Valentines day? Yes, so have something I made in my misery.

Mc: I live with seven VERY handsome men

Mc: meaning, I should have at least got something from them, BUT NOOoOooo

Mc: so I wasted a night of making chocolate for nothing!

Barbatos: oh Mc... have some more tea

Mc: *sob* Barbs, why does my love life suck?

Barbatos: *he know that the bros made chocolates for Mc but they were too scared to give it to them*

Barbatos: maybe next year my dear

Mc: *sob* yeah, maybe next year...

Diavolo: OH MC! Happy romantic feelings day!

Mc: *sob* Dia, it's called Valentines day

Diavolo: oh, then HAPPY VALENTINOS DAY

Mc: close enough... and thanks Dia.

Diavolo: have some chocolate and rose! Only the best for you!

Mc: ... you know barbs, I actually don't mind that I didn't get anything from them.

Barbatos: ...alright then. Shall I reserve a dinner for the two of you?

Diavolo: OOOOH, yes! I would like that! Mc, what do you think?

Mc: sure<3

Lucifer: where is Diavolo? *has come to give him the finished documents*

Barbatos: on a date

Barbatos: with Mc

Lucifer: ...oh.

Lucifer: *on the phone* Code red Mammon.

Mammon: *on the otherside of the call* on it boss!

Mammon: *yelling to the others* RELISE SATAN!

Satan: *demonic rampage*

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feeding frenzy

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Solomon's Cooking from RAD Yearbook: An Obeyme! Fanzine

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my shirt that says “not a danger to myself and others” getting me asked a lot of questions already answered by my shirt

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yandere Barbatos who smells the blanket & bedsheets after you've stayed in the guest room before he washes them

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This is not an art blog but I'm proud of this one(?)