#luke is a frilly boi

[srvbryn]

Hey, whoever requested the last one did great but now it's my turn, I can ask for the same thing in a Luke Jealous mission but in my case it would be Dark Luke.

Luke Castellan. If I kill someone for you

Dark!Luke Castellan X Aphrodite!Daughter!Reader

Summary: talking with you is one thing, but flirting? The audacity of a man.

Reader and Luke are not in a relationship.

Warning: 16+, obsessive behavior, Luke is a pervert, canon universe, non-canon quest, Reader doesn't have a lot of dialogues, original character(s), not beta read, one shot, no smut obv, issues, jealousy, I wrote this instead of sleeping, GDoV, murdering, Luke is a killer, a murderer and a man known for his beauty 🤭🤭, Luke can't stop yapping 🤷, implied manipulation, ooc, cnc

3 posts in a day? Shockers, I'm a champ now mom 💯

A/n: since some of the requests are "Jealous Luke" and "Dark Luke" I decided to merge it into one! Also feel free to request other characters. Fyi, you can request Bianca/Leo/Nico/Will/Etc & gender! It can be M/F/Non-bi , you can choose which gods you want to be the godly parent too 🎀 I don't have a life and I'm free 24/7

One thing that Luke Castellan knows about you is that you are most likely Aphrodite's favourite daughter, - you shine so brightly that others are drawn to you, you're gorgeous and everyone knows that.

He, himself, can't help but worries his own obsession with you has turned worse since the past few years since he first saw you.

He starts stealing your belongings, particularly your undergarments. It was supposed to be a normal thing, like stealing your pen and your used shirt, but when he saw the laundry basket next to your bed, he couldn't help but reach for your pretty pink frilly panties.

He was glad he always wore cargo trousers. It's easy to hide your undergarments that way - a smirk appeared on his face at the thought of it.

Fortunately, no one was present when he left the Aphrodite Cabin. That is, until he heard Chris call his name. "Hey man - Mr.Chiron called us for another teammate's quest selection".

"Oh? Let's go," he says with a forced smile.

Well that was a few days ago and now he's stuck with a dude from Apollo Cabin and most importantly he's stuck with you.

He extended his hand. "(Name), isn't it?" he asked. "Camp Half Blood golden boy isn't it?" You tease.

Luke's gaze darted around the forest clearing, and he blushed; he hadn't realised your hand was shaking his extended hand.

Ethan Calixto. He's such a sight for sore eyes. Flirting with you in front of Luke. 'The audacity of a man', he thought to himself.

He pursed his lips, a slight furrow between his brows as he stared pointedly at Ethan, and with an icy coldness.

"We're here to go on a quest, not flirt," he scoffed.

If Luke had wanted to, he would have killed Ethan. Oh my gods, he has so many ideas, but his favourite is definitely killing the poor dude!

To show how satisfying it was to watch Ethan slowly slide against the wall with his back, leaving straight, thick red lines behind. His trembling mouth was trying to say something. He vomited a lot of blood, and the light reflections on his irises faded away.

But that was just one of his million ideas and he isn't trying to spend his time on a dude who's not worthy of your present.

Being Aphrodite's daughter does not imply that you are only an expert in Amokinesis, beauty, and French. You might just be Athena's daughter, based on the way you make plans.

Ethan, in an attempt to impress you, denies your plans and instead devises a terrible plan that he believes is a good idea. Luke dismisses, "Just because you can doesn't mean you should".

Now that irritates Luke. Ethan's ideas were terrible, but since this is his quest, you simply accept them, and Luke follows your lead, not without considering murdering Ethan in a different way.

★

Luke's eyes flickered with irritation, but he maintained composure. "Charisma is just one aspect of a successful quest. Cooperation is equally crucial."

As preparations began, tension lingered in the air. During another strategy meeting, Ethan emphasized his ideas, seemingly ignoring Luke's input. The latter bit his tongue, suppressing his desire to straight up murdering Ethan.

In the forest, while navigating a maze of twists and turns, Ethan made a questionable decision. Luke couldn't hold back any longer. "Ethan, are you sure about this path? It seems risky," he suggested, his patience wearing thin.

Ethan waved him off. "Relax, Castellan. I've got it under control. Your input isn't necessary."

The words stung, but Luke remained composed. You observed the escalating tension between the two. Luke, determined to prioritize the mission, restrained himself from confronting Ethan directly.

Ethan, with a sly grin, addressed Luke. "Castellan, do you have any issues with how I'm leading this quest?"

Luke sighed, choosing his words carefully. "I just think we should work together more closely. It's about teamwork, not individual glory."

Ethan chuckled condescendingly. "Teamwork, huh? Maybe if you were more decisive, we wouldn't need this discussion."

That causes Luke to snap. While you were sleeping like a sleeping beauty, Luke took advantage of the opportunity to photograph you with the stolen phone he was holding.

"For the latter," he thought to himself, chuckling.

Given that Ethan is also sleeping at the moment, Luke decides to murder him. Why? Because he was a nuisance standing in the way. One thing was certain: Luke was glad he asked Demeter's son for a poison plant a few weeks ago. He used the excuse of wanting to study about it.

Hemlock a relatively common plant that has been used to execute criminals throughout history, most notably the Greek philosopher Sokrates in 399 BC. By pulverizing the fruit after shelling it, then spread a thin layer of the powder over a cup of water. It takes approximately 0.5 grammes to kill an adult.

How would he die? It paralyses the spinal cord starting at the feet, and he dies within 30 minutes to 5 hours. What's the cause? Respiratory paralysis occurs while fully conscious.

And that was something Luke Castellan enjoyed about murdering. This is his third victim, and he's only 19 years old, but who are the gods to judge his actions?

"are you awake yet?" He said with bitterness. Ethan's groggy eyes snapped to Luke as he realised he was tied to a tree.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Ethan yelled out. "Hmm? I wonder what I'm doing." Luke ponders.

Luke smiled as Ethan struggled to free himself from the tree. "You shouldn't do that y'know, you're letting out too much noise to my liking"

Luke continues, "I thought Apollo's children were known for their foresight? Can't you see your future? I thought you were smart.."

"Shut the hell up Castellan, my dad's going to murder you!" Ethan's voice was strained as he yelled at Luke.

The realisation dawned on him, "fuck" Ethan cursed, and he lost feeling in his legs.

"What did you do to me, monster?" he spit out. "Oh I don't know just some Hemlock" Luke says with a grin, "I can't wait to see you die in a few hours!" He said that with a crazy look on his face.

"FUCK YOURSELF CASTELLAN"

Luke quickly returned to you and noticed you rubbing your eyes. "Good morning sleeping beauty, did you get a good night's sleep?" Luke teases.

You groaned, "What time is it?".

"It's only 2am way too early for you y'know go back to sleep."

You look around your surroundings and notice that Ethan is not with you. "Where's Ethan?" You speak up.

"nothing you should worry about, I think he's just taking a dump somewhere" said Luke with a laugh.

You chuckle nervously, noticing Luke's facial cuts and bruises. You decide not to be a busy body, you simply return to sleep, which Luke appreciates.

"good girl" he grinned.

Waiting for a few hours was boring, so Luke decided to visit Ethan again because why not? It's enjoyable just to see the man cry out in pain.

Luke quickly made his way deeper into the forest, noting that there were no signs of yelling or grunting. "oh? dead already that was fast."

Of course, he didn't want the cops and detectives prying into his life, so he sloppily buried Ethan near the trees, removing all traces of human presence.

He wasn't Demeter's child, so he doesn't know how to properly bury someone, and he couldn't care less about Ethan fucking Calixto.

Now he can have you all to himself, with no one to disrupt your interaction. It was finally 7 a.m., and the sun was casting a warm glow as you rose, just like a sun god would.

"Luke?" You groaned. "Hmm?" He sat there with food in front of him: toast with a sunny side egg. "Is that food or am I in heaven?" You make jokes.

"I cook this for you being the eldest makes me a great cook," he says, flashing his perfect pearly white teeth to you.

You immediately felt at ease and decided to sit next to him and eat your food quietly.

"I wonder where Ethan is?" You ponder.

"Are you not charmed by my present that you need another man?" He snapped. Oh, oh his bad side is beginning to emerge.

"w-what no! I'm worried because he chose us for this quest to keep him safe and fight alongside him." You explained.

1 minutes.

Another 4 minutes have passed.

Making it 5 minutes already and Luke Castellan is not helping.

It is beginning to bother you that he did not look for Ethan. What if he died due to your incompetence? What if he was killed by a bear while sleeping? But. When was Luke ever asleep? He couldn't possibly have murdered Ethan, could he?

"don't worry your pretty head" he finally breaks the silence.

"what did you do to him?" You muttered. "Ethan? Oh not so much" he said softly trying not to scare you.

Your tears were threatening to fall any second now. "D-did you k-kill him?" You gulp. "Maybe," he smiles, placing his hand on your cheeks.

His hands make you all soft and putty. "I know you're scared, my sweet girl." He presses a kiss on top of your head. "I will take care of you. You do not need to do anything. Okay?"

He's such a sweet talker that you're worried you'll excuse the fact that he murdered someone. You don't even mind the fact that his hands are engulfing your thighs, palms running up and down the exposed skin in mindless motions.

His brown eyes are staring at you. "Can I kiss you?" He asked. You may have been scared, but that did not stop you from mindlessly nodding.

After all, you were a little messed up in the head, just like him.

#luke pjo #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #charlie bushnell #oc #pjo tv show #pjo series #non canon #pjo #pjo fandom #pjo fanfic #chris rodriguez

[p1x3lribb0ns]

Luke hcs!

I'll be using 🪷 for his casual form, 🌱for his angel form and 🍀 for apperance!

🍀 I feel like he LOVES clovers so much that simeon gifted him little clover bracelets that he wears wherever he goes. He also has a little clover charm attached to his D.D.D and sometimes fiddles with it when he's anxious! Also has a little veil at the side of his hat (a clover charm that hangs on the side of a different hat he also wears!) He also has fluffier hair when he takes his hat off + has a chipped tooth and has clover shaped pupils that turn into flowers when he's in awe

Examples:

🪷 Luke has a pocket watch that barbatos gifted him on the side of his pants, and he wears frilly gloves! He also has a angel wing backpack that has infinite space! (Yes, like a magical boy), and instead of a navy blue "cape" I made it a soft white, transitioning to a navy blue at the end, I've also removed the tassels from the said "cape", to me they were just there and they served no purpose, and the cape is now transparent throughout the entire piece, I also removed basically the entire shirt and replaced it with a button up shirt along with a lacy collar and frilly sleeves, somewhat like a victorian-esque blouse, and I made his jabot into a vanilla colored ribbon with a sapphire gem brooch in the middle along with a small cross charm hanging from the bottom of it, I also gave him somewhat frilly pants

Examples:

(this is the alternative hat that he wears except it's white and has a star instead of a heart at the side, he also wears the "veil" as a cape)

🌱 For his angel form, I gave Luke small and fluffy wings (almost like a baby bird) and a golden scepter with a small gem in the middle (he uses it for gardening bc of the way the light goes into the middle of the scepter), I also gave him a small halo behind his head that isn't fully visible bc I headcanon that as time goes on and when they get older, the halo becomes more visible as they become older, also has a tail coat "veil" along with a soft, white ribbon at the back

Examples:

#my hcs #obey me #obey me luke #om luke #om shall we date #obey me nightbringer #om! shall we date

[innytoes]

Ooo for the autumn prompts #22 for Ray/Rose/Bobby & their kiddos would be super cute!

Because you said Bobby and not Trevor for some reason my brain insisted on Sunset Curve Never Died AU, so um... enjoy.

When Julie and Carrie came to them and said they'd decided they wanted to all go as Food for Halloween, Bobby was a little relieved. Last year had been Princesses, which had also been fine, until he realised that no, all of them had to be princesses. Yes, even Papi and Dad.

It wasn't even that he was embarrassed to be seen out in public in in a frilly dress. He'd long outgrown his need for everyone to think he was Cool. It was mostly that Carrie insisted he wear heels, which was agony on his feet, and legs, and honestly his butt and back.

Also, that Ray looked way hotter in a princess dress than him.

Food, he could do. A giant carrot costume or something would be warm, and comfortable, and he could probably get away with sneakers.

Of course he should have known the sparkle in Rose's eye when she said she'd take care of it with the girls meant nothing good. His partner loved nothing more than to poke gentle fun at her two dorks. It was just that Bobby was a much easier target than Ray.

Of course there was the whole 'Bobby hit on her as an incredibly uncool and awkward seventeen year old'. That was a given. Thankfully she hadn't been cruel in turning him down, and he'd sulked to Sam 'n Ella's just in time to hear Reggie say 'street dogs haven't killed us yet', steal a bite from a protesting Luke's hotdog, and demand they get pizza instead.

They'd only just made it through the final bows before Alex ran off stage to puke, closely followed by the rest of them. Rose had been the one to call the ambulance,

They'd signed their record deal in the freaking hospital, because a little near-death food poisoning experience wasn't going to stop Luke Patterson from getting things done.

They'd used a little of their signing bonus to send a fruit basket and some cash to the cleaning crew at the Orpheum.

Thankfully, Bobby was able to leave that all behind him. Becoming a rockstar was surprisingly good for him and the boys. Instead of sex, drugs, and rock and roll, it was mostly rock and roll, decent food, and well, okay there was some sex.

A lot of sex.

A lot of sex that resulted in Bobby's life being turned upside down at a tiny little squirming baby with big brown eyes and a killer set of lungs.

Their lives changed a little after that, nobody's more so than Bobby. Thankfully he had his boys with him, to advocate with him to the label, to take shifts with a screaming, crying infant (they may not want to play Reggie's country songs on stage, but they all had to learn them at some point, because it was the only thing that calmed Carrie down), to help him through the lows and celebrate the highs.

Still, most of the actual parenting fell on Bobby. So when Carrie made a friend at toddler yoga (shut up Luke it's good for her coordination and motor skills), and that friend's dad was hot... well, Bobby waited a few more classes until he was pretty sure the guy was single and then hit on him.

Which was of course the exact day that Ray Molina, dad of the year, had brought his wife to his weekly Daddy Daughter Date, and Bobby got turned down ever so gently again.

It hadn't been a good blow for his ego, especially not when he realised who Rose was. But thankfully, Rose took it in good humour, and so did Ray, and at least he got two new parent friends out of it.

And then a year later, more.

Still, even after four years together, Rose delighted in teasing him just a little, so when she handed him his costume and he saw what it was, all he could do was sigh and give her a 'really?' look, before pasting on a smile for the girls. "I love it," he lied, and they cheered.

So yes, on Trick of Treating afternoon, he rocked up to the curb in his Hotdog costume, Rose as a strawberry milkshake and Ray as his Side of Fries, while they carted around their little cupcake (Carrie), Strawberry (Julie) and Pumpkin (Carlos).

Of course Rose got the guys in on it, and the girls were very excited to see their Uncles Reggie and Luke as Ketchup and Mustard, as well as Uncles Alex and Willie as a jar of pickles (Oh god he remembered hearing about the pickle juice on those battery cables) and... a giant banana.

"Banana?" he asked Willie. Usually he and Alex did a couple's costume. Willie dramatically lowered himself into a split, and smirked.

"Banana split." He said, waggling his eyebrows. "I'm dessert."

He rolled his eyes, but the girls and Carlos laughed, so really, what more could he want?

And maybe that night, once the kids went to bed and all the candy was handed out and the porch light was off, he got his revenge on Rose, sexily posing in the doorway of their bedroom in Just The Costume and asking her if she wanted to 'taste his hotdog'.

#julie and the phantoms #RosexRayxBobby #fanfic #AUs are awesome #I have a feeling Rose's shrieks of laughter wake the kids and sexy time is very much delayed #but that just gives Bobby more time to think of more hotdog puns to spring on her in the middle of sex #Ray is just very amused at his two partners being absolute goobers #Imagine one of those cheap hotdog costumes with bare legs sticking out it was 5000% not sexy even with the pose #I wrote a thing

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Aaron Kimberly

Published: Jul 26, 2021

My story is what most people would expect of transgender person. I was born female in 1973 and grew up in a small farming community. From an early age I perceived myself as a boy. My parents would buy me “girl” toys, which I’d mostly ignore and play with my brother’s toys instead. I look miserable in my kindergarten class photo, because my mom made me wear a frilly shirt. When swimming, I wanted to wear swim trunks, not a swimsuit. My Halloween costumes included characters like a smurf, Superman, Michael Jackson, and Gene Simmons. I looked and acted so much like what others expect of boys that I was accidentally put onto a boys’ baseball team one summer – which I thought was great! When we played Star Wars in the playground, I was Luke Skywalker – never Leia – which no one seemed to mind. I was one of the boys. This social arrangement lasted until puberty, and then all the rules changed. I was attracted to girls, none of whom took any notice of me. The guy buddies I had started to either flirt or ignore me.

I had no idea why I perceived myself as male. It was confusing and embarrassing. I was the kind of kid that didn’t get into much trouble. I was quiet and bookish. I liked riding horses and drawing. I wanted to belong in my little town. I began to quietly self-destruct from high school onward. 

At age 19 I had surgery to remove a grapefruit-sized cyst from one of my ovaries. The surgeon said that my ovary was unrecognizable as an organ so it was sent for biopsy. It was discovered to be a mix of ovarian and testicular tissue. The surgeon seemed embarrassed for me and reassured me that the offending organ was gone, so I should just forget about it. I didn’t tell anyone about this. It both validated and further confused my perception of myself.

When I eventually decided to transition, in my 30s, it wasn’t a surprise to my family. It made as much sense to them as it did to me, remembering all the battles we had over things like my hair.

Am I happy with my transition? Yes. Despite the health problems, the awful surgeries, the expenses…I am happier. I feel more at home in my body. This is where the trans narrative tends to stop, right? I had severe Gender Dysphoria (GD) and the treatment helped. So, what’s the problem?

Well, let’s unpack this a bit.

The first thing my dad said when I told him I was going to transition was, “Well, that’s better than the gay thing. I don’t know why you don’t all do that.” He’d rather have a straight son than a gay daughter.

I didn’t know that childhood GD is most often a developmental stage for gay and lesbian people, and some LGB people continue to experience it into adulthood. There was only one other gay person in my town, that I knew of.

I didn’t know that there’s a high rate of GD associated with the intersex condition I have. I’d never heard of intersex conditions before. My mom hadn’t told me that it runs in her family. 

I didn’t fully understand the health problems and surgical complications I would have. I didn’t know that websites like Transbucket delete pictures of bad surgical outcomes and the surgeon I saw drastically under-reports his complication rates.

I didn’t know that “transgender” is a concept out of Queer Theory, not the medical community. I’d learned about it from a TV documentary about “trans kids” which stated that if you have GD it’s because you are a trans person. Not gay. Not a masculinized woman. Not someone with an intersex condition.

The trans narrative captured me.

I’ve been reviewing a lot of the medical literature, including the work of psychologists like Dr Zucker and Dr Blanchard. That’s when things finally started to make sense to me. People transition for a lot of different reasons. One of my buddies, now in his 50s, transitioned due to childhood sexual abuse. It didn’t feel safe to be a girl. He now regrets transitioning – something they say rarely happens. That’s not true. We just never tell anyone. There’s a lot at stake.

I’m not happier now because I medically transitioned into my true self.

I’m happier because I don’t get homophobic slurs screamed at me out of passing cars, like I did as a butch woman.

I’m happier because I fit better into a homophobic family.

I’m happier because I finally know the truth about GD and who I am. I have answers that orient me to reality.

It’s great that people value diversity but, by embracing the transgender narrative, people are also embracing traumatized girls altering their bodies to feel safer. We’re celebrating people fleeing homophobia. We’re praising people who use the medical system to manufacture imaginary personas of all kinds. We’re applauding people who are using those of us with a medical condition to advance their own political and capitalist agendas. We’re institutionalizing the recruitment of children into this movement, many of whom will alter their healthy bodies needlessly.

The lid needs to be taken off the box. Trans is not what it seems.

I wouldn’t want my own kids being captured by this.

I don’t want it happening to yours either.

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Video: Biology of DSDs - Ovotesticular Disorder

dIvErSiTy, but only when it agrees with a narrative.

#Aaron Kimberly #Gender Dysphoria Alliance #gender dysphoria #transsexual #transgender #gender ideology #queer theory #homophobia #medical transition #gender transition #intersex #gay conversion therapy #conversion therapy #religion is a mental illness

[babylulururu]

So I found a video of some known Tears of Themis JP VAs singing some songs for other projects. It's a common thing for seiyuus to do.

I decided since I know nothing about the JP dub of Tears of Themis I would give a vibe of some songs they have sung with a video I found here because it's late and I should be writing fanfic, but it's Tears of Themis's anniversary today (depending on the server and timezone) so I should do something for it.

Artem

I'm gonna be honest here, out of all the JP VAs of the main cast, I know his the least simply cause I don't really consume a lot of content with him in it. I know I'm doing my boy dirty, but he's just appeared as like a side character in Re Zero and this blue-haired dude in SAO and that was about it.

So when I find him singing basically happy pop idoly songs when I'm used to his CN VA singing softer stuff, my mind just kind of broke. Just imagined Artem on stage singing his little fucking heart out and possibly being forced to wear a pink frilly ass outfit to go along with it.

Wasn't really expecting that at all to be honest.

THEN I FIND OUT HE'S A DISNEY PRINCE HELLO???

He sang in Tangled. Now I'm obligated to draw Tangled ArtemRosa AU. I will make it happen. Of course this man would be a fucking disney prince. Because he can.

So overall vibes: disney princess and he can be an idol. best of both fucking worlds.

Luke

So I know his JP VA more than Artem's. By that I mean he did Pheniox Wright, was in the worst season of Pokemon, voiced a side character in Your Lie in April, and of course, even though I haven't watched it I must give him credit for Eren Yeagar.

Then I find out he did a song for Honeyworks so technically, he's touched the same universe as Fansa now and officially covered a GUMI song. Fun. His songs are more on the pop rock side, which is pretty cool. He still continues to fit the Rosa Miku phase headcanon I have.

Oh and I'm not 100% if it's a part of Disney Koe no ojisama but he did do a cover of Part of Your World. Pretty sick. LukeRosa shippers have fun with that.

Overall, kinda what I expected. Sunshine boy sings sunshine songs. Marius

First of all, before we begin I just want to let you know that he did sing Mickey Mouse March with a bunch of other VAs (including Diluc's and Zhongli's, off the top of my head), so that's a thing. Thank you Disney Koe no ojisama!

So given my background knowledge of his role as an absolute jerk in So I'm a Spider and the insanity known as Dimitri Fire Emblem, outside of...Mickey Mouse March, I was kinda curious about what other stuff he did.

Dude sounds like he just does anisong. Like all these songs outside of the one from the fucking Junglebook sound like anime openings. Are they? I don't know off the top of my head but this dude could make a living as an anisinger. Marius von Hagen, CEO of Pax and also sang the opening to My Hero Academia because he can.

That's my vibe and I'm unapologetic about it.

Vyn

Hi Vyn you're Joker Persona 5 and that's all it took to get my friend into the Tears of Themis rabbit hole.

Yeah, he kinda sang what I expected. Slower songs. Until we got to fucking Bibbity Boppity Boo and I know that shit is from the fucking Disney Koe no ojisama and I will mentally scar you with the image of Vyn singing this song with the most circus-like music because I can.

Overall traditional ikemen outside of bibbity boppity boo shit. You're very welcome my friends. But wait, there's more!

Kiki

My girl Kiki shares her voice actress with Rinko from Bandori. Or she did. She doesn't anymore, but I knew her voice from somewhere. I'm sorry she just sings Ringing Bloom better. Don't @ me.

But yeah rock girl vibes. Plays the keyboard. 10/10. Vibes I get from Kiki. Thank you Roselia.

Darius

Basically anisong as well. He can do rock and slow stuff, basically anisong.

Darius will be singing the opening of some fucking shojou anime. Those are my vibes.

OKAY SORRY FOR MAKING YOU READ THIS! I will take my leave now.

#what the fuck am i tagging this with #tears of themis #that's a given #tears of themis headcanon #since i go into the vibes of how they sing and shit #uhhh #what else #i dont know #it's 11:30 pm #i should really be in bed #im sorry for everyone who had to read this

[riverofrainbows]

Plot for a Gilmore girls AU episode where Rory comes out publicly as a trans boy (he keeps his name but needs a different nickolasname, and the whole jokey frame subplot is Lorelei suggesting different silly names she would have named Rory, including absolutely outlandish apparent relatives, with little anecdotes on some of these relatives)

The whole town aggressively accepts it, and there is a whole campaign organised with little stickers to distribute to everyone so they can retroactively correct all the yearbooks (Kirk owns a cricut machine). Miss Patty forces him to repeat the dance lessons for the men's roles, starting with the beginners group full of 12 year olds.

Luke gets really stressed out by the fact that he didn't teach him any hammer skills, and is worried Rory felt pressured to any of the girly things he did in his childhood on birthdays and such (he didn't, he still likes them) and Lorelei calms him down and gifts Luke a pink frilly hammer [based on that one episode] so he can have the equipment to be a good male role model to Rory to be absolutely sure he doesn't feel alone. Suki makes him a gigantic gender reveal cake with edible confetti inside that mischievously explodes all over her when she tries to check why it didn't explode when Rory cut it.

The only one who doesn't immediately accept it is Taylor, because he thinks that people changing the genders they live as is absolutely disorderly. And there is a commotion outside Luke's diner, where he declares that after being hounded by half the town and Jackson is about to beat him with a zucchini, when Lorelei and Rory and Luke come out. Taylor repeats his complaint, and how confusing it is, and Miss Patty says that it really isn't and if he isn't sure what a person's gender is he can use they/them until he knows. Lorelei then quips if Rory should send Taylor an official notification and Taylor says he would greatly appreciate that, and then Luke butts in absolutely enraged and says that it's completely unfair only Rory has to do that, and Taylor is immediately like "Yes you are absolutely right" (and Luke is like 'oh dear he agrees with me') and goes on to say that everyone needs to declare their gender to him. And that he wouldn't have expected Rory to be a boy and this was all really surprising (and Luke butts in that that's gender stereotyping and men can have any hobbies, and Patty agrees with a raunchy fun fact), and then Taylor, ignoring that, states that clearly anyone at any time is quite likely to change their gender, who knows, he himself might have a different gender tomorrow, and he needs official written notifications of everyone's gender now. Lorelei asks if he will also send himself a notice if his gender changes ("Well how would i know otherwise").

And in the end Taylor is they/themming everyone until the give him a written notice. Btw Lorelei grabs a napkin and has Rory write his' up on her back and hands it to Taylor who retreats victoriously after acknowledging Rory's gender. It ends with Luke giving Lorelei the name of his great uncle who took him fishing or something and it's the same name as Lorelei's favourite children's book character so that becomes Rory's new nickolasname. Rory likes it because she had been worried about losing that connection of being named after her mom. Lane already knew obviously but she is giving Rory a replica of a childhood memorabilia of them both with his gender updated (it's a cd or sth) while Lorelei talks to Luke about the name thing.

Next episode is some different main plot, but on b plot Luke is on the forefront of reminding people to declare their pronouns and name etc if they want Taylor to acknowledge them, and even let's Taylor put up a poster where to send the notices. At the same time Mr. Antiestablishment (especially when that establishment is Taylor) refuses to give a note himself, despite Taylor asking him twice, because "he doesn't need to know". Taylor does refer to him as gender neutral for the rest of the show. Also it turns out Morty quite likes the they them and decides to go by he/they. Kirk changes his notice 7 times to try everything out first, including neopronouns. The plot of the Taylor they/themming people goes on as a little background thing for two more episodes.

#own post #gilmore girls #trans

[cinnamon-bunni]

since it's your special boy's birthday today, have any headcanons to share?

Damian I have so many headcanons up in my little head of mine you couldn't even imagine. But also at the same time, when asked this, nothing comes to mind lmao but I'll certainly try my best <3

If you think Asmo isn't treated like royalty on his birthday then oh boy are you wrong. While on any other day Asmo appreciates the attention and spotlight, on his birthday, everything has to be about him. If it isn't then he might die. But like also might kill you for not complimenting him enough (so like basically any average day for Asmo)

Wouldn't even be surprised if he kept a crown hidden somewhere for him to wear on his birthday. Maybe even a little scepter and cape

And you know like his brothers give in into all this. You know that Mammon is jokingly calling him "Your Majesty" and yelling "Make way for King Asmo!" and Satan lets the day be all about him even if he doesn't care for the things Asmo drags him to and you know Lucifer spoils him (as he does for any of his brothers on their birthdays), but goddammit if Asmo wants to feel like royalty then he's gonna feel like royalty

Ugh. And you know that Barbatos makes the most delicious birthday cake in all of Devildom. So pink and frilly, multi-tiered, so fucking sugary that it would probably lead to a human having a heart attack (just how Asmo likes it), with the words Happy Birthday Asmodeus! written on it, just ugh. UGH ASMO IS JUST SO HAPPY 💞💞💞

Sometimes he ends up killing someone. It happens, sometimes people forget it's a certain demon's birthday. But it's fine! Because Asmodeus isn't gonna let some little blood on his shoes and shirt get in the way of having a fun day! <3

Also fun times of having a tea party with those in Purgatory Hall? Yes please

Sure Simeon is a little disturbed when Asmo walks in with blood on his clothes and asks politely for him to change before Luke sees it, but other than that it's a pretty fun time

Luke probably gifted him a stuffed bunny or something, and Asmo happily adds it to his ever-growing collection of stuffed animals :))

Everything is about him today. Have I mentioned that yet? Because Asmo will be sure to remind everyone around him every minute

Because if he doesn't get a certain amount of attention then he just might actually die, and no one wants the little birthday boy to die! :(

So everyone pays attention to him <3 either it be one-on-one time or during a party, they're sure to give him all the attention he desires (...unless they want him to throw a tantrum. Which he has done before. Many demons died that day).

But yeah ❤ just Asmo enjoying today and living the best life <3

Asmodeus surely has the best birthdays <33

#ejfihirdhiud sorry it's sorta early morning for me and i just woke up lmao but thank you for the ask!! #bunni mumbles #obey me headcanons #asmodeus #obey me asmo #asmodeus headcanons #obey me shall we date #obey me #omswd

[jayjuno]

Bifauxnen - Just One of the Guys, a short autoethnography

It was Kindergarten when I learned that I was female. I had assumed that I was the same as my brothers, as my father. I probably assumed this because I wasn’t like my mom. She liked wearing makeup, fixing up her hair, being pretty- I did not. My brothers loved Spider-man, Final Fantasy, Star Wars, reading comics, playing video games, collecting action figures- I loved them too. With Spider-man, I could relate to his poverty and worry over Aunt May. With Luke Skywalker, I could relate to him as an orphan and with his journey for his identity. It was in Kindergarten that I noticed I was different from my brothers, my father, from these characters I loved. 

I. was. different.

Tomboy. 

Is that what they’re called? 

But don’t tomboys wear ponytails? 

Ponytail. Plays sports. Rough. Athletic. Soccer.

I play soccer- so maybe?

I continued to admire men. I did wonder if I was ever going to see female characters that reminded me of myself. Fortunately for me, female characters who dress or live as men is an infamous trope that’s been used in Japanese animation and comics for decades. These characters are sometimes known as Bifauxnen, a trope within Japanese animation and comics (Hakkila). They are female characters that resemble androgynous men, but I feel the label is more complicated and diverse than that.

I think the earliest Bifauxnen character I was introduced to was Sailor Uranus, or Haruka, from Sailor Moon (Takeuchi). Most of the female characters in Sailor Moon behave and present themselves in ways that most societies would expect from women- they enjoy wearing dresses and skirts, making and eating sweet treats, wearing makeup, flirting with cute boys, and so on. Not Sailor Uranus- the only time she resembles the other Sailor Scouts is after she transforms to don the same sailor skirted outfit they do. I can’t help but feel that she reluctantly transforms to put on that frilly outfit, and that she would prefer to wear pants. When she’s not being a superhero, she’s wearing men’s clothing sans makeup and basically behaves like any decent boyfriend towards her partner, Sailor Neptune. Some anime fans might bring up Sailor Jupiter as a masculine-leaning female character, but to me, she’s a tomboy- and a tomboy is nothing like a Bifauxnen. Sailor Uranus wasn’t just a woman who liked to play sports. Here was a character who I felt could understand me in a way that Spider-man or Luke Skywalker never could. Here was a character living the life she wanted despite her female sex, and she didn’t have the decency to be ashamed about it or have a moment where she discovered the joys of being pretty.

Awesome.

Sailor Moon just gave me a taste. Sailor Uranus wasn’t the main protagonist, and so I didn’t get to see her nearly as much as I needed to. And when she transformed into her Sailor Scout outfit, she regressed back into a more socially acceptable representation of the female sex- wearing a skirt, earrings, and even a hint of makeup. So I was still hungry for a female character presenting themselves as male, but who never voluntarily wore what was considered to be female dress. Later in Sailor Moon, they introduced the Sailor Starlights who “disguise themselves as males and pose as the Three Lights, a boy band adored by fans the world over” (Bailey).

But they always transform into pretty girls. They always go back to being pretty girls in the end. Why can’t they stay pretty guys? Why can’t they go on being one of the guys? Why go back to being a pretty girl instead of a handsome woman?

A series called Ouran High School Host Club was released later on. To my joy, the protagonist was a female character who dressed as a man. The premise was simple- Haruhi Fujioka breaks something valuable and is enlisted into the high school’s all-male host club so she can pay off the debt. Because of her plain appearance, the male members of the host club just assumed she was male and could therefore work for the host club (a club where men serve as hosts to female guests). They are shocked to learn Haruhi is actually a girl and bewildered why she didn’t correct them. Instead of calling off their deal, they allow her to remain a new member of their all-male club and work to conceal her true sex from everyone at the school so she can live as a male student. It’s a comedy that pokes fun at the stereotypes in many Japanese comics and cartoons aimed at young women (Bridges).

Shoujo is for girls. Shounen is for boys.

But I like both. Is that allowed?

Drag King.

Maybe that’s the right word?

There’s a scene early in the series where a group of boys surround another female character and it’s implied that they intend to assault her. Haruhi sees this and intervenes, putting herself in-between the boys and this girl. The boys aren’t aware that Haruhi is really a girl and they get ready to beat her up, viewing her smaller size as something they could easily dominate- but the guys from the host club come to her rescue and drive off the jerks. The boys question her- “Why didn’t you scream for help?” and admonish her for thinking she could take on men. It was at this point that Haruhi understood that even though she looked male, she did not have the strength of a male’s body.

They’re stronger than me.

They can easily beat me up.

I hate being so small.

To me, this was an important message because I grew up wanting to believe men and women were equal in everything- that if I saw a woman being bothered by a man, then I could step in and stop him myself. 

And I have done exactly that, and been hit by men. 

The fact is that no matter how I dress or look, most men are stronger than me- it’s not safe for me to try to defend myself or another woman against a man. Acknowledging this power difference didn’t make Haruhi want to stop living as a male. It just made her aware of the limitations of changing her appearance- that looking male isn’t the same as being a real man, particularly when it comes to raw physical strength. This difference was made even clearer to me when I was assaulted by a transwoman in Denver. Despite our gender identities, me a transman, they a transwoman, this person easily overpowered me with their larger, stronger body- and they beat me up.

I want to stop bleeding.

I guess it doesn’t make sense for an American like me to look for role models in another country’s cartoons. Japan is a modern place, but it’s sexist too. It surprised me to learn of a series called Princess Knight that was released way back in the 1950–60s which featured a woman that lived as a man. It’s called Princess Knight, but the protagonist, Sapphire, lived as a prince. She spends the whole series disguising her true sex so she can assume the throne and prevent a bad guy from taking over. Of course she ends up going back to being a princess and wearing dresses in the end, but for the 60s it was pretty revolutionary.

A lifeline.

Princess Knight became the catalyst for later shows that featured an androgynous woman, like The Rose of Versailles released in the 1970s. It was pretty cool- a reimagining of France in the years preceding the French Revolution. The protagonist, Lady Oscar, is raised as a man to become a soldier mostly because her father has no sons and is desperate to have someone inherit his legacy. To get around the sexist society that prevents him from allowing any of his daughters to carry on in his place, he chooses to name his youngest daughter “Oscar” and raise her like a son. 

What’s unique in Rose of Versailles is that even though Lady Oscar presents and lives as a man, everyone is aware that her biological sex is female. Her biological sex is almost never an obstacle for her like it is for other women in the series. Her crossdressing and lifestyle doesn’t prevent her from initiating a romantic relationship with a male character. Now that I think about it, the female protagonist in Princess Knight also ended up in a romantic relationship with a man in the end…

The characters of Sapphire and Lady Oscar gave me hope that just because I dressed and lived as a man, that doesn’t mean that I was doomed to live the rest of my life in ignorance of a man’s loving embrace. It also meant that just because I looked butch did not mean I just had to be a lesbian. As pointed out by the Asian Theatre Journal, “Perhaps the popularity of The Rose of Versailles depends less on a lesbian aesthetic than on the subversive pleasure Lady Oscar gives female audience members as they witness a woman getting away with a male performance of power and freedom” (Abbitt 252).

Some men have tried to brainwash me into accepting that I am gay. Men have explained to me that straight guys aren’t into women who look like me- so I either needed to be a lesbian, take hormones and cosmetic surgeries to look like a “proper transman”, or feminize my appearance so as to appeal to men’s tastes. I was told to either admit being a lesbian (even though I’m not), get a sex change, or start wearing high heels and makeup so that heterosexual men will find me attractive.

How about no?

How about I just dress and live as a man- in the way I see fit- and hope for romantic relationships with men who don’t mind me wearing a suit and tie? And why don’t I just tell every man who has a problem with this to kindly kiss my ass?

I want to stop bleeding.

I want my freedom.

This is not to say I am not moved by female characters that fit closer to the gender stereotypes assigned to the female sex by patriarchal cultures like Japan and America. I love Wonder Woman, but Wonder Woman enjoys presenting in a way that most would deem feminine. She’s pretty, and though I admire her, I do not relate to her- not in the way that I relate to female characters like Lady Oscar or Haruhi. 

I wonder if somehow we can change the meaning of “butch” so that it can be applied to masculine heterosexual women and not immediately imply a certain sexual orientation? Or maybe we can come up with another word to describe straight masculine/androgynous women?

I don’t want to be pretty.

Or maybe we don’t need another word at all, and we need to stop overcomplicating everything with new words? 

Either way, I will continue to relish these bifauxnen characters and all female characters who live as men. They reflect my own transgender identity without ignoring the realities that come with my biological sex. These characters have shown me that gender identity doesn’t have to erase my biological sex.

I’m a trans man-

I am also a woman.

-Jay Juno

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Works Cited

Abbitt, Erica Stevens. “Androgyny and Otherness: Exploring the West Through the Japanese Performative Body.” Asian Theatre Journal, vol. 18, no. 2, University of Hawai’i Press, 2001, pp. 249–56, http://www.jstor.org/stable/1124155.

Bailey, Catherine E. “Prince Charming by Day, Superheroine by Night?: Subversive Sexualities and Gender Fluidity in ‘Revolutionary Girl Utena’ and ‘Sailor Moon.’” 2012. Colloquy, no. 24, Monash University, 2012, pp. 207–222, https://search.informit.org/doi/10.3316/informit.588807596575706. Bridges, Roses. “The Secret Revolution of Ouran High School Host Club”. Anime News Network. September 2, 2015. https://www.animenewsnetwork.com/feature/2015-09-02/the-secret-revolution-of-ouran-high-school-host-club/.92432

Bifauxnen. https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/Bifauxnen Heikkilä, Sohvi. “Japani-harrastajien slangi.” Pro gradu–tutkielma: Oulun yliopisto (2016). http://jultika.oulu.fi/files/nbnfioulu-201612013145.pdf Princess Knight, written by Osamu Tezuka. Shōjo Club. 1953. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Princess_Knight

Ouran High School Host Club, written by Bisco Hatori, LaLa. 2002. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ouran_High_School_Host_Club The Rose of Versailles, Riyoko Ikeda. Margaret. 1972. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Rose_of_Versailles

Takeuchi, Naoko (1994). Pretty Soldier Sailor Moon Original Picture Collection vol. I (1st ed.). Japan: Kodansha. ISBN 4063245071.

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[shadeedee]

Producers fic- SUMMERTIME *Adult content*

It was a beautiful day and Roger Debris was relaxing outside while his production team splashed in the pool. “Now let’s not splash too much, boys!” Roger said, giggling. “Cannonball!” a voice called, and suddenly there was a huge wipeout which soaked the entire yard and knocked Roger off his chair. The production team were laying on the grass, in horror. A flamboyant man, also gay, laughed out loud as he swam around in the pool. He was a crossdresser who wore ladies clothing and wigs, like Roger. He was dressed in a pink frilly bathing outfit with a curly blonde wig. He had a chunky build, too. He was Roger’s annoying neighbour Luke O’Donnell who often called himself Lucy. Roger had taken an immediate disliking to him as soon as he moved in. “Ooh Rogey, excuse me for spoiling your little swim sesh. But i just couldn’t resist showing off my pretty new thong. Lookey here!” he gushed, and showed his big butt crack with the pink thong going up between them. “Oh my eyes!” Scott cried. Everybody covered their eyes and Carmen coughed, uncomfortably. Luke chuckled with glee. “When i’m dressed pretty, call me Lucy. I’m Lucy today,” he said, sweetly. “Oh and what are you tomorrow? A jackass?” asked Roger, furiously. Carmen burst out laughing. “Nice one, Debris. Very nice. But i’ve heard it all before. You come off as a big famous director but deep down we all know you’re a big famous loser!” he said, laughing. Roger glared at him, and he felt a volcano inside of him. “Carmen darling, hold my lemonade for a minute, will you,” he said, and marched over to Luke. They were now both face to face. “Oh Roger darling please don’t. Just let it go,” Carmen said, trembling. Roger rolled up his sleeves and clenched his fists. “Alright you son of a bitch. Take back what you just said then get off my property before i give you a kick in the ass!” he shouted. Luke angrily clenched his fists, too. “I’ll take that wig off your ugly head and ram it up your ass then i’ll send you flying through that fence!” he shouted back. Roger’s eyes widened. “I’ll, i’ll uh, i’ll throw you through the window!” he shouted, trembling a bit. Carmen got in the middle of them. “Alright stop! Please stop! That’s enough,” he said. Luke looked at Carmen, smiling. “Mmmm now there’s something sweeter than bubblegum,” he said, and went to kiss him. Roger was horrified. “Keep your hands off my Carmen! Don’t touch him!” he cried. Luke chuckled. “I’ll tell you what Debris, i won’t kick your ass if you give me him. Give me Carmen Ghia. I have a huge crush on him and that I can’t deny. Give him to me,” he said. Carmen gasped. “Never! You can’t have him! He’s mine!” Roger cried. Luke began caressing Carmen. “Mmmm. Yum yum. Come to papa,” he gushed, and chuckled with pleasure. “That’s it! Off my property! Now! And keep your hands off my partner!” Roger shouted. Luke snatched the lemonade out of Roger’s hand and drank it. “Ahhhh. Refreshing,” he said, and tossed the cup into Roger’s garden before strutting away. Roger was furious. “I’ll get revenge on that moron one way or another!” he shouted. Carmen watched nervously as Luke blew him a kiss as he hid behind the wall. Then he applied lip gloss and blew him another kiss. Carmen’s eyes widened.

Later, Roger and Carmen were getting ready to go out on a date. “Oh Carmen darling you look so divine,” Roger said, as he put on his outfit. Carmen smiled as he applied his eyeliner. What they didn’t know was that Luke O’Donnell was watching their every move. He smirked as he watched Carmen change into another shirt by taking the first one off. “Ooooh. Oh my,” he gushed, and continued to spy on them. Roger stopped what he was doing. “What’s the matter?” Carmen asked. “I feel like we’re being watched,” he said, and began looking out the window. They both looked but didn’t see anything. “Nothing to worry about, darling. Let’s get going,” Carmen said. Luke quickly hid inside the car of Roger’s driver. He began to feel very horny and took out a toy. For the rest of the trip moaning and giggles were heard from the boot of the car but nobody heard it due to Roger and Carmen singing keep it gay in the back seat. When they arrived at the restaurant, Roger skipped up to the door happily. Carmen followed him. While they were inside, Luke had come up with a nasty trick. He planted stink bombs inside the restaurant, causing everybody to gag and rush for the exit. Roger and Carmen both ran outside, gagging into the bushes. Luke burst out laughing as he watched everyone scurry away. “You scumbag! You ruined our date!” Roger shouted. “It’s meant to be Carmen and i on a date. I can’t resist you, Carmen Ghia. I want you all to myself. And i will have you,” Luke said. Roger was fed up. “I’ve told you once and i’m telling you again, stay the hell away from my partner! You obviously didn’t get the message so i’m going to tell you again with this!” he shouted, and punched Luke straight in the face. Horrified onlookers gasped. “You ratbag!” Luke shouted, and they both began brawling in the street. “Get him Roger! Beat his ass!” Carmen cheered. They both grappled on the street before police showed up to stop it. “You mongrel! You just wait! I’m gonna kick your ass!” Luke shouted. “Two trannies fighting how hilarious,” a bystander said. “Nobody messes with Roger Debris! Nobody!” Roger shouted. Luke smiled at the police. “Don’t worry sergeant, i’m backing away gracefully. Oh, one more thing before i go,” he said, and he lifted the hem of his dress and let out a big fart. “Oh god,” Roger said, covering his nose. “Phew that’s rancid,” Carmen said. “Hmm, I shouldn’t have had that bowl of baked beans. Then again, it’s better out than in,” Luke said, laughing. “Are you alright darling?” Carmen asked. “Yes. He beat me up quite good but i beat him up too. He deserved it,” Roger replied. Luke was furious. He was going to have Carmen Ghia all to himself one way or another!

That night, Carmen heard a noise on his phone. He sleepily turned over and looked at it. His eyes widened in shock. It was a dirty adult video showing Luke on a bed and posing in very skimpy lingerie. He went close up to the camera and blew a big sloppy kiss. Roger sleepily turned over and hugged Carmen. “Darling, it’s 2am. What’s going on?” he asked. “You really don’t want to know,” he replied. When Roger saw it, he was furious. “This jackass just doesn’t get the message, does he?” he said. He leapt out of bed, got dressed and stormed over to Luke’s house. “I HAVE HAD ENOUGH, O’DONNELL! I KICKED YOUR ASS IN THE STREET BEFORE AND I HAVE NO PROBLEM DOING IT AGAIN HERE IN YOUR FRONT YARD! LEAVE CARMEN ALONE! HE’S MINE!” Roger roared. Luke chuckled. “Ooh the director is angry ooh how scary!” he said. Carmen came over to hopefully settle the situation. “Look Luke, i know you’ve got the hots for me especially from the fact we were in love but that was years ago. Time has changed now and i’ve moved on,” he said. Roger glared at him. “What do you mean you were in love with him?” he asked. Carmen sighed. “It was a long time ago. It doesn’t matter now,” he replied. “Of course it matters. Why did you keep this from me? I’m hurt, Carmen. I thought we could be honest with each other,” Roger said. Luke chuckled again. “Mmm i love seeing you two fight. So delicious,” he gushed. Carmen tenderly touched Roger’s face. “Roger, i’m so sorry I wasn’t honest with you. I should have told you. I guess i was scared to. What Luke and i had is in the past. He was so controlling and cruel to me. I left him because i wanted freedom and i wanted someone who truly loved me for who i am and that someone is you. I can’t think of being with someone else again because the only one i want to be with is you, Roger Debris,” he said. Roger smiled slightly. “Eww gross,” Luke said, making a barfing sound. Carmen grabbed him by the shirt. “I will only say this once. Come near me and my family again and i will kick your ass from here to the other end of the upper east side!” he shouted. Luke’s eyes widened. He had never seen Carmen stand up to him before. He was so used to controlling everyone and now it was Carmen’s turn to control him. Roger smirked. “Mmmm Carmen. I love it when you’re angry. It’s such a turn on,” he said. Carmen smiled. Roger looked at Luke’s front lawn. “Hmmm. Such nice, clean grass. Hope you don’t mind if we pleasure ourselves on it,” he said, and they both lay on the grass and began to make love. “Oh god! Stop! Please stop! That’s my lawn!” Luke cried. “Oooooh! What a shame! The precious grass is ruined!” Roger said, and they both burst out laughing.

#the producers #fanfic #love #gay pride

[midnightsunnyday]

When With His Father, Diavolo Is A Lot More Stern, The Demon King, On The Other Hand...Part Four (Updated)

Author's Note: thank you all for your patience and continued interest in this series. Maybe slightly NSFW due to cursing and some suggestive dialogue. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Five Part Six Part Seven

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12:25 PM, at the Demon Lord’s Castle

The Demon King: no, not that one. It clashes horribly with his skin tone.

Barbatos: *holds up a black studded collar*

The Demon King: too brutish. It does little to accentuate the delicate curve of his cheek.

Barbatos: *holds up a pink collar with a bow and bell in the center*

The Demon King: ah, it's perfect! And it even matches with their undertone!

Solomon, holding his forehead: 72 pacts and several centuries of learning the arcane arts only to end up as a pet in a frilly collar.

Diavolo: I appreciate you putting up with this Solomon or is it "Lomo" now?

Solomon: *sighs* it seems your father has a talent for choosing outrageously embarrassing pet names.

Diavolo: that he does.

Solomon: however, just to reiterate, this means that you technically owe me a favor.

Diavolo: hopefully one within reason.

Solomon: don't worry. My requests are always within means.

Diavolo: saying that does little to ease my anxiety.

The Demon King: Lomo, come put on your collar so we can prepare for the party.

Diavolo, smirking: yes Lomo, be a good boy and let "Unky Barb" put on your collar.

Solomon: *gets up and reluctantly allows Barbatos to put on their collar*

Barbatos: he looks quite fetching, your Majesty.

The Demon King: that he does. It almost makes up for his unnerving appearance.

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2:50 PM

Diavolo: Barbatos I am begging you. Please consider it.

Barbatos: while it pains me to see you so distraught Young Master, I'm not sure whether going back in time to attach a deadbolt that is "blessed by 777 saints" to the basement door is a proper use of my powers, nor would it keep your father from escaping.

Diavolo: please tell me Lucifer at least had the decency to hide the Demonus.

Barbatos: on the contrary, he informed me over text, and I quote, "Tell Didi not to worry about this evening's gathering. I won't allow the Demon King to touch a single bottle of Demonus."

Diavolo, sighing: thank goodness.

Barbatos: "which is why I'm going out to buy several bottles of Demonus. That way he can touch as many as he likes. Anyway, see you all at the party."

*silence*

Diavolo: ...Barb.

Barbatos: yes Young Master?

Diavolo: is there a foreseeable future in which Lucifer falls down a flight of stairs?

Barbatos: one moment *eyes glow briefly* none that I can discern.

Diavolo: Barb.

Barbatos: yes Young Master?

Diavolo: remind me to trip Lucifer down a flight of stairs.

Barbatos: I'll make sure to write it within your upcoming schedule. Oh dear, it seems said action conflicts with "Teatime with Lucifer." Would you like me to set it an hour before?

Diavolo: eh. After is fine.

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3:15 PM, at the House of Lamentation

Leviathan, setting the table: can someone explain to me why we're doing this again?

Satan, sweeping: because Lucifer is petty?

Leviathan: obviously, but did everyone forget what happened the last time we threw the Demon King a party?

Mammon, blowing balloons: how could I? If I was human I'd be dead ten times over from the alcohol poisoning alone.

Satan: that's because you challenged him to a drinking contest, which I still can't believe you won.

Mammon: Goldie and me were finally able to take that vacation we always wanted *sighs* Good times.

Leviathan: idiot.

Asmodeus, dusting: well I for one had a wonderful time. Ooh, remember how we had to use several bottles of lotion to get--

Mammon: --oi, don't you dare repeat that story!

Asmodeus: wow, so assertive. Kind of like your--

Mammon: --can it!

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3:30 PM

*knock knock knock*

MC: I'm coming...eh? What are you two doing here? The party doesn't start until 6:00.

Simeon: we wanted to be punctual. Also, we brought cupcakes.

Beelzebub: *swoops from the shadows*

Luke: well, we HAD cupcakes.

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3:38 PM

Belphegor: great, another party with the Demon King. Why is it when Lucifer's happy, everyone else has to suffer?

Beelzebub, munching on the cupcakes he swiped: he did seem pretty upset at Lord Diavolo yesterday.

Belphegor: so he's actually putting him in his place for once? And here I thought I lost all respect.

Beelzebub: Lord Diavolo didn't seem very happy with his father, either.

Belphegor: of course not. The Demon King is a notorious pain in the ass *scoffs* Guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree in that department.

Beelzebub: at least Lucifer seems happier today. I accidentally ate all the confetti for the party and he didn't even yell at me.

Belphegor: Beel, how many times do we need to go over this? Just because it looks like food, doesn't mean it's edible.

Beelzebub, frowning: they were so colorful. I thought it might taste like sprinkles.

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4:48 PM

Asmodeus: this party is going to be an absolute disaster! Especially if I can't decide on what color romper to wear. I mean, should I go with tickled pink or blushing pink?

Leviathan: there's a difference?

Asmodeus: MC, tell this fashion disaster what I mean.

MC: the tickled pink brings out his eyes, but the blushing pink accentuates the delicate curve of his cheek.

Asmodeus: I know right? *sighs* Sometimes it's so hard being me.

Leviathan: speaking of "fashion," what's with the collar?

MC: Lucifer is making me wear it.

Asmodeus: oooh ~ I never knew you two were so open about your kinks.

Leviathan: wha-wha-what? Is that what this is? Some kind of pet play?

MC: the Demon King tried to abduct me yesterday, so Lucifer is making me pretend to be his pet to keep him away. Though I think he's getting a bit too into it.

Leviathan: do I dare ask?

MC: well...

*a few hours earlier*

MC: no way. Absolutely not!

Lucifer: it's only for tonight. I promise you can remove it once this is over.

MC: I am not wearing that thing around my neck!

Lucifer: I went shopping specifically so that you and...Lomo could match.

MC: wait...Lomo? Oh no, poor Solomon.

Lucifer: indeed. Now then, let's put on your collar.

MC: *reluctantly walks over to Lucifer*

Lucifer: there we go. Oh my.

MC: what? What's wrong?

Lucifer: you do look rather...adorable. I can see why the Demon King is so keen on this human-pet thing.

MC: something tells me his intentions are purer than yours *sighs* The sooner this night ends the quicker I can take this stupid thing off.

Lucifer: indeed. Also, you'll need to practice calling me master. Just for tonight, of course.

MC: ...you can't be serious?

Lucifer: of course. Have I ever been anything less than serious?

MC: Lord forbid.

Lucifer: pardon?

MC: nothing...*rolls eyes* master.

Lucifer: *clutches his chest* oh...oh my. I think I might get used to this. Do you also mind meowing--

MC: --that's it. I'm out.

Lucifer: just once...MC? Don't you walk away from me.

*back to the present*

MC: needless to say, I'm starting to reconsider my options.

Asmodeus: poor thing. I don't know which is hotter: being Lucifer's pet or the Demon King.

Leviathan: don't you mean sadder?

Asmodeus: I know what I said.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me solomon #obey me luke #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me demon king #midnightsunnyday

[thedeathdeelers]

luke having moments where he worries that julie regrets getting the guys instead of her mom back - that she feels angry and sad and rightfully so

he wonders if maybe the universe made a mistake- what right did the boys have to come back when a mother needed by her children was taken away from them? would the novelty of having a ghost band wear off, and julie also starts questioning the universe’s decision?

the closer it got to rose’s anniversary, the closer it got to the boys’ death-a-versary, the harder it got for luke to push these thoughts away. it ate at him, constantly worried about the what ifs and the whys

one night he finds himself wandering around the kitchen, still finding little details that hinted at rose’s once commanding presence in the kitchen- a frilly dahlia patterned apron, a mug with ‘world’s best mom’ written on it in a child’s handwriting. a drawing done by a 5 year old julie of all four molinas pinned to the fridge. old recipes in a handwriting he doesn’t recognise tucked away in drawers.

the guilt fills him up again, the worry gnawing at him as he stares at another picture pinned to the fridge- a picture of rose holding on tight to two small molinas, both julie and carlos laughing with their heads thrown back, eyes shut and they tried to wiggle out of her grasp.

everything he knows about rose radiates love and joy and goodness - and she seemed to spread that wherever she was. who was he to be here in her place? brought back from a death that was preventable? a stupid mistake?

he climbs onto the kitchen island, bringing his knees up and pressed against his chest as he rests his head on them.

and that’s how ray finds him, curled up on himself in the dead of night.

ray had an inkling about how the boy felt for a while - he’d noticed him demeanour changing every time julie brought up rose. he saw how his expression twitching every time carlos pointed out something he used to do with his mother.

so without preamble, without any unnecessary awkwardness and small talk, ray launches into memories of the past year - of how julie was for a long while; a shell of her old self, shrinking in deeper and deeper, losing a big part of her core self. he told luke of the heavy feeling surrounding the molina household, of the eerie energy coming from the once lively studio.

he tells luke of the changes he’s seen in julie. of how she has come back in a way he never thought she would. of how much stronger she seems to be, how much happier and full of life she is.

he tells luke that rose will always be a part of julie, but she had always been a strong believer in living life to the fullest and taking whatever the universe handed to them. of how julie knew this, how she truly believed in this.

he tells luke, in no certain terms, that he is so glad and happy of the boys’ presence in julie’s life. in all their lives.

he thanks him. and tells him that rose thanks him too.

for helping to bring their julie back, stronger than ever.

#welp #was gonna draft this but okay #jatp #julie and the phantoms #luke patterson #ray molina #juke #julie molina #long post #huh. this was just supposed to be a hc or whatever but okay #my fics

[n0wornever]

Healing - Luke Patterson x Reader

i love your writing so so so much, it literally makes my day a lot better when i see you have post a new imagine:)♡♡ could you do maybe one with luke (if you feel comfortable of course, if you don’t its 100% okay:) ) where the reader is plus size?? thank you so much!!

Omg I love you, thank you so much sweet thing! I have a difficult time with these storylines bc as a plus sized girl myself, I feel like they can be too corny if done wrong. I hope I did your request justice.

Also, hank you to purple anon for the nudge on this idea! 💜(lyrics are from Who You Are by Jessie J)

“Y/N, you finally wore that top we picked out!” Julie said, flashing her friend a smile as she walked toward her locker.

The girl nodded. It had taken a moment in the mirror this morning for her to fully wrap her mind around the idea of wearing the garment out of the safety of her home. The little yellow crop top was dainty and frilly, everything she loved but it fell a little higher than most of the shirts she owned. She never really exposed her stomach like this, even a few inches of skin, but after she curled her hair and pulled on her favorite pair of jeans... she knew as she admired the full outfit in the mirror that she’d regret it if she didn’t take the leap.

“Yeah, I’m actually feeling pretty good about it.” 

Julie’s smile widened as Y/N closed her locker and fell to her side. As they walked down the hallway, Julie jabbed her friend’s side with her elbow to get her attention again. 

“Are you ready for today’s performance?” 

Y/N nodded, chewing on the inside of her cheek. Today was the day that they performed their songwriting final in front of the whole class. She had worked really hard on her piece over the past few weeks. Y/N paused as the reached the door, fidgeting with her hands. Julie gaze dropped to her fingers for a moment before returning to her face. She paused the movements by grabbing the girl’s hands into hers.

“You’re going to kill it okay?” Julie reminded her, swaying their hands side to side.

Y/N let a small grin slide onto her cheek as she looked at the curly-haired girl. A hint of pink caught her eye as Carrie walked through the music room door. Her shoulders immediately deflating as their eyes met and the girl’s eyes fell down her body. Raquel held a smirk on the right side of her face before strolling the rest of the way in. Julie squeezed on Y/N’s hands, pulling her focus back to her.

“Don’t worry about her, she’s going to be too obsessed with perfecting her own routine to try to do anything to you today,” Julie responded with narrow eyes. 

Her gaze softened as she smiled at something behind Y/N. The girl gave her a puzzled look with her brows pulled to the middle of her forehead. Julie let go of her hands and took a step back.

“Plus, your lover boy looks like he’s happy with your outfit choice today too.” 

Y/N tilted her head to the side, eyes following Julie as she walked into the classroom. That frustrated glance disappeared as a familiar hold wrapped around her waist. She shivered as a kiss was placed on her neck before he whispered in her ear.

“Is it my birthday?” He said softly, a giggle falling from his lips.

She let a small smile form on her face as she turned around in his arms. Her hands reached out to his cheeks, cupping them. She let her thumbs rub along the skin as she took in his chiseled features. She let her hands slid around his neck as she relaxed into the embrace. 

“What?” She finally responded, shaking her head slightly.

“Because I really don’t deserve this treat on a normal day.” 

His eyes fell to her torso, and she followed his gaze. She tapped at the nap of his neck, bringing his eyes back up to hers. She rolled her eyes as the red appeared across his cheeks. His hands gripped around her waist a bit tighter as her eyes grilled him. 

“Do not stare me like a piece of meat, Patterson.” 

“I’M NOT I SWEAR I JUST,” He said in frustration, diverting his gaze to the ceiling. “You just look really good today,” He said, biting down on his lower lip.

“Well thank you, baby,” She said as she beamed up at him, batting her eyelashes.

He let go of his lip, letting it hang from his mouth in a pout. She let her eyes fall them for a moment before she leaned in and placed a soft his on his lips. He pulled her closer, but her arms fell from their place on his neck to break apart hands at her waist. She heard him sigh but continued her way toward the door with a smile on her face. 

The bell rang as she entered the classroom, Luke hot on her trail. She looked over to the empty chair next to Julie and sped in her direction. Her boyfriend followed closely behind, taking a spot in the chair behind her so that his arms could drape around her shoulders as they waited for the teacher to begin. The sound of heels clanking on the tile floor brought the loud discussions to a few light murmurs. 

“You all know that today is the day class,” Mrs. Harrison announced, taking her place at the front of the classroom. “I’m looking forward to hearing all of your final pieces.” 

Mrs. Harrison’s eyes fell on Y/N’s for a moment, giving her a warm smile as she clasped her hands at her chest. She had already known that she had chosen the first spot on the performance sheet over a month ago, but her brain hadn’t let her really understand what that meant until this moment. The teacher nodded toward the piano before addressing her verbally. 

“Y/N, I believe you are our first performer today. Are you ready?” 

The girl nodded, her hands grabbed the sheet music underneath her. Before she had the chance to lift herself up off the chair, she saw a hand raised in the corner of her eye. Mrs. Harrison’s gaze drifted for a moment as she pointed at the awaiting student. 

“Mrs. Harrison, don’t you think that Y/N’s outfit may be...I don’t know, a bit distracting during the performance?” 

Y/N let her gaze shift behind her as she finally landed on her feet. Raquel’s ridiculously performative frown turned to a smirk as their eyes met. 

The girl looked left to right seemingly in search of something as she held the classroom’s attention. “I know we have a dress code handbook around here somewhere.” 

Y/N crossed her hands at her waist, letting her papers crinkle under her grip. She heard the chair behind her start to move, and her gaze slipped over to her boyfriend’s pinched expression. 

As he started rise out of his chair, Y/N moved her right arm to hold a hand out toward his face. Luke sank back into his seat as he watched the altercation unfold in front of him. Mrs. Harrison said something Y/N couldn’t hear, all of her senses focused on the poised pale girl with her hands resting on her lap. Y/N licked her bottom lip, letting out a short, angry laugh before addressing her. 

“Raquel, I’ll be behind a piano. I think you’ll live.” She rose an eyebrow as the whispers around her went quiet. “Can I please do my performance now? We have very little time for intermissions.” 

She heard Luke let out a giggle behind her, a few kids around him joining in. The now flustered girl shooed away her gaze with her hand, bringing her left leg up to cross over her right and bringing her attention to Nick next to her. Y/N turned back around, nodding at her teacher, who gave her a knowing smile, before walking toward the piano. 

She placed the now slightly rippled paper on the stand before sitting down on the bench. She flexed her fingers a few times before setting her hands onto their placements on the black and white keys. She let her face turn toward the mic next to the instrument, eyes making their way back to Raquel. 

“This one is actually for you Kell,” The other girl leaned back in her chair as she listened. “I hope you like it.” 

Y/N’s hands glided down the keys. As the music began to pick up, her eyes softly closed. Her hands paused for a moment as her lips pressed forward toward the mic again. 

I stare at my reflection in the mirror Why am I doing this to myself? Losing my mind on a tiny error I nearly left the real me on the shelf

Her voice felt a little shaky, her heart thumbing into her fingertips as the moved from key to key. As she took that first exhale, she let her shoulders relax a bit and sat up straighter in her place. That’s when her fingers gained a mind of their own, running freely without waiting for her mind to catch up. Her forehead scrunched as she shook her head at the next lines. 

Don't lose who you are, in the blur of the stars Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing It's okay not to be okay

She felt tears start to bubble at the surface of her eyes, but she took a quick sharp breath before starting to sing again. The pull against her chest gaining strength as she sang from her gritty chest voice. 

Sometimes it's hard, to follow your heart Tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising Just be true to who you are

She let her voice fade for a moment, the soft light accompaniment perfectly playing off of the bitter, somber tone in her voice as she hummed softly, her eyes facing the ceiling as she played. Her face lifted toward the center of the room, opening her eyes to find the girl across from her staring back with a wide gaze. Y/N let her left lip raise for a second before her voice took off again.

Brushing my hair, do I look perfect? I forgot what to do to fit the mold, yeah The more I try the less it's working, yeah, yeah 'Cause everything inside me screams, no, no, no, no, , no, yeah

She felt lyrics overtake her, her fingers pressing harder into the keys below them as she nodded along, eyes finally following her hands on their journey left to right. She could feel the warmth rising to her cheeks, but she couldn’t stop herself to focus on their appearance. She let the room shift to black again, her eyes shut as she repeated the chorus. 

Don't lose who you are, in the blur of the stars Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing It's okay not to be okay Sometimes it's hard, to follow your heart But tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising There's nothing wrong with who you are

As her eyelids fluttered back open once more, she made it her mission to sing the last lines to her now puzzled enemy. Her hands fell into their placements a bit harsher, an aggressive tone ringing to match the intensity in her vocals. 

Yes, no's, egos, fake shows, like whoa Just go, and leave me alone Real talk, real life, good love, goodnight With a smile, that's my home That's my home, no

Raquel’s smart smirk fell for a moment, her hands relaxing on her thighs as the two stared at each other.

Y/N was ready to bring the song home, the repetitive lines already on the tip of her fingers made their way to the left side of the piano. She lightly touched the keys a few times before letting them hover over them silently. Y/N smiled to herself as she let her lips fall toward the microphone for the final time. 

Don't lose who you are, in the blur of the stars Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing It's okay not to be okay Sometimes it's hard, to follow your heart Tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising Just be true to who you are

She played herself out, the delicate movements dancing off of her fingertips for a few seconds before she drew back. She kept her eyes on the keyboard for a moment as she let the impact of her words finally resonate within her. She began to hear clapping rise around her. As her eyes finally made their way to the rows of seat in front of her, she saw some of her classmates standing and smiling at her as the pressed their hands together. 

She pushed the bench out a bit, rising to bow toward the crowd. She heard a whistle sound in the crowd, looking over at her boyfriend whose smile was wide as he shook his head slowly at her. She slipped a wink in his direction before returning to the music stand to collect her sheet music. 

As she sat down in her chair, her eyes made their way to the other side of the room one more time. Raquel’s eyes refused to meet hers, her gaze fixated on her nails outstretched in front of her. Y/N sighed, bringing her focus back to her lap. After a moment of silence, she felt a hand rest on her lap. She looked over to Julie smiling in her direction.

“If we ever need Racket to shut up again, I’m giving you every single song in my notebook,” Julie’s gaze moved from her to the girl across the room and back. “Because man, did those vocals make her go silent.” 

Y/N felt her cheeks burn again under her friend’s gaze. She laughed off her nerves from the attention and set her hand on top of Julie’s. As she finally let herself breathe, a set of hands placed themselves on her shoulders, squeezing them on impact. She let her eyes fall behind her, meeting her boyfriend’s bright hazel eyes. 

“I’m in awe of you baby,” He said quietly. 

She scrunched her nose at him as he pressed his lips quickly to her head before letting go of her. As she turned back around in her seat, she couldn’t get the smile off her face. She tried to focus on her classmate’s guitar solo, but her brain kept going back to the words on the page. 

As the final performance ended and the bell rang, announcing the end of the class period, Y/N rose to her feet again. She swung her backpack over her shoulder and walked toward the door with Julie. As the duo entered the hallway, Y/N was pulled from Julie’s side by her forearm. The girl gasping at the sudden contact, but relief quickly washed over her as she realized who had stolen her away. 

Luke led her down the hallway, toward an empty stairwell. As they stood in the silent space, he released his hand from hers and pulled her in by her waist. Her smile spread across her face before she even had a chance to fight it, letting her hands rest on his chest. 

“I just wanted a moment alone with you,” He said, leaning his forehead against hers. “Are you okay?”

She let her teeth run across her bottom lip a few times before nodding. He returned the nod, leaning in and pressing his lips against hers. As they parted, his smile fell to a smart smirk as he took her in.

“I guess I really don’t need to save you, huh?” 

“No, I can handle my own battles,” She said confidently, tapping on his chest. 

She let her eyes fall back down to his lips, his eyes trailing after hers. “But I do need you to kiss me though..” 

He chuckled, bringing one of his hands up to her neck and pulling her in once more. 

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[beelspillowpet]

If your requests are open and your willing to, would you be able to do the brothers reacting to a trans MC? 👉🏻👈🏻 preferably female to male, but either way is fine! Sorry if your not comfy with this type of request >~<

Anon, just because you were afraid that I would turn down your request, I am going to PROVE to you how much it doesn’t bother me I'm going to do the 7 brothers AND the side characters. Because you BETTER BELEIVE we have a cast of supportive people!! Yessir!!!

I myself am the twin sister of my late twin brother, who was also FtM! I’ll be using his memory as inspiration, if you do not mind? Thank you for requesting this!

~

Lucifer

At first he presumed you were just not girly. He didn't really mind your behavior or way of dressing, so long as you got your tasks done on time and were on your best behavior.

When you cut your hair and stopped wearing that nail polish (despite Asmo’s pleading) he still thought nothing of it. You wore pants, and started trying your best to drop hints, and thankfully, Lucifer isn’t an idiot.

So what you’re telling me is that we’ve made you uncomfortable when referring to you as a woman? If that is the case, MC, then we would be more than happy to refer to you as anything you request. You only need to say the word.

He is dedicated to making sure you’re happy and comfortable here. He and his brothers may be demons, but they aren’t heartless. They were once angels too. He goes through the process with you, if you were shaky or unsure of what to do in the past. If you want HRT, surgery, need a new wardrobe, he and his brothers will be the first to provide. Whatever to keep you happy in your skin.

Mammon

Oh. Honestly speaking, he’ll still love you regardless of what form your body takes. He liked the way you looked, but secretly he can’t wait to see how you’ll look after you transition.

Before we even get to that point though, it takes a lot of hint dropping for him to get it. And even then, he has to go and ask the others what you’re trying to tell him. Of course he gets picked on a little bit for it, but once he figures it out he’s really happy you were comfortable enough to tell him.

Hell, he might get a job just so he can help you be able to afford all the things you’ll need to properly transition. Some of the details make him blush quite a bit, and if you’re uncomfortable with touches or any signs of affection during your process of transitioning, he will politely refrain from making his human uncomfortable.

He’s taking you to Majolish and you are going to get your ENTIRE wardrobe redone. Courtesy of The GREAT Mammon! You should feel grateful that he’s working this hard to make you happy. I mean c’mon, he LOVES you! He can’t wait to love you more after you’ve become the man you always were deep down inside.

Leviathan

He does notice that you act different from other women. Not that he minds it, not at all. His Henry is still the same old Henry. Just a little bit different. He’s a little bit different too, there’s nothing wrong with that. Right?!

It’s when you start preferring to be called Henry as opposed to your birth name, do the cogs start churning in his brain. He would have suspected at first that maybe you just were very good friends with him and loved TSL almost as much as him.

He’s seen a few heart-warming anime about it. Specifically one about a girl becoming a boy, and the struggles he went through while attending school. The title wasn’t too important to him, but now that he had a reference for what you were dealing with, he was a bit happy. He just wanted to wait until the moment was right to bring it up to you. Perhaps his Henry was really a Henry after all!

When the moment comes, he’s proud to say the least. He throws his arms around you happily, and promises to be there by your side every step of the way. He’s not exactly rolling in money, but an Otaku finds a way. The Lord of Shadows is your best friend ever, and he can’t wait to see the before and after pictures of your full transition!

Satan

It started with a book you read with him. He didn’t fully comprehend your situation, but he knew you didn’t act like normal girls. It reminded him of a character in a book he read a few weeks ago. The guy didn’t really act like a girl.

While sweet and thoughtful, this character didn’t hit the nail on the head in some ways. When talking over the book with you, you explained just as much to him. The energy was there, but it was backwards for you. He picked up on it immediately.

So what you’re telling me is, you understand this characters struggle with themselves, and can relate to it. But something about it is backwards? A little smile appears on his face as it fully dawns on him. MC, I think I’ll be able to assist you in any way you need.

With Satan’s wonderful connections across the entire Devildom, it wasn’t long before you were getting some of the best treatment possible. The prices seemed a bit scary, but he assured you everything was being taken care of behind the scenes. If you needed to worry about anything, it would be the tiring, long process to come with transitioning. He’ll be sure it goes relatively smoothly for you, though!

Asmodeus

Oh he gets it immediately. Darling why didn’t you just say so in the first place?

He’s dragging you back to your room, rambling the entire time about how he can’t wait to take you out and go shopping. He puts together a devious little page to gather up donations and the like to support your transitioning. His fans would be HONORED to pitch in, right?

In the mean time, he stops pampering you with makeup and his other routines that you used to tolerate for the sake of being cordial. He still pushes for the nail polish, since gender is simply a social concept and he’s ready to crush it into dust any chance he can get. But it’s not about him, it’s about you.

Soon your room is painted a new color, your dresses and skirts and frilly outfits are tossed out for more appropriate attire for your sex, and he’s taking photos for his Devilgram page to show everyone how beautiful you are, even while going through the long process!

Beelzebub

You and Beel got along fabulously. He seemed astonished that a female was interested in all these manly habits he indulged in. He heard from some of the guys on his team that you were interested in playing Fangol. As evidenced by how you always showed up to his practices and games, no matter if they were home or away.

He figured you were just a really big fan of sports. But then you even started working out with him, and giving him suggestions and tips on how to get even more out of his workouts at the gym. You were really passionate about this.

Let’s not kid ourselves, he probably does not pick up on any of the signs. You have tot ell him, and you have to tell him firmly. You are a man, just like him. When you do tell him, however, he’s eager to help you transition. Imagine having another guy in the house who loves Fangol as much as you do!?

He isn’t much aside from emotional support through the transitions, and he coddles you when you have those bad days. If you want to eat something, he’ll rush to the kitchen and cook you a full meal before you move an inch. You’re allowed to lay in bed today. Let him handle the heavy load of work for you.

Belphegor

Oh wow, look at that. He picked it up almost immediately.

I mean, there’s no way a girl would act the way you do, right? Dress the way you do. Be the way you are. He doesn’t care though, and just wants you to be happy. If that means you transition into a man, then hell, he’s on board with you.

He may be a lazy bastard, but he knows when it’s time to get up and work hard to get something. That was what he was like as an angel, anyways. Working at Hell’s Kitchen is the worst, and you hear him complain about as much, but he smiles and assures you that it’s all for a good reason.

His final gift to you to apologize about the Incident, is money. Now at first glance it seems like something Mammon would do. Probably. In reality though, this is the money that will be going towards your HRT. He doesn’t know if you want to fully transition or not, but if you want that top surgery, he can help pay for that too. He’ll do anything to make sure you’re happy and healthy in your own body.

Diavolo

It really is a house of men, isn’t it?

He’s glad though, truly, that you were comfortable coming to him about it. Don’t bother ever opening your wallet to pay for any therapy, medication, or surgery. As the Prince of the Devildom, he would be more than happy to get you doctors of all sorts to help you. No questions asked!

It might be a bit overwhelming at first, but the news is exciting. If the Prince accepts you so readily, it gives you hope that other demons will as well. Pretty soon you’re going through your processes, and Diavolo couldn’t be happier to see it happening.

You really is a wonderful guy, and he’s glad he’s getting to experience the changes you take in your life. 

Barbatos

To say he didn’t suspect this would be an understatement.

Ever silent and respectful though, he never spoke a word of it. You are probably uncomfortable with people assuming it, even though it’s true. An insecurity that humans seem to deal with, although unfortunate.

However, when the news is broken during a meeting between you, Lucifer, he, and the Prince himself, a smile creeps on his face.

He’s happy to hear that you are so comfortable speaking about this sort of thing. He knows it must be tough, having hidden your true feelings for so long. He prepares a delicious tea with small treats, to celebrate your coming out, and transitioning.

Simeon (and Luke)

Oh dear. God loves you, still. Don’t worry about this. He doesn’t see you as an imperfection.

They assures you constantly that you have their full support, and that will never change. You are not broken, you are not unwanted, and you are not strange. You are a regular trans man in their eyes, and they will defend you on that.

Simeon almost takes on a fatherly role to you, wanting to make sure everything goes as smooth as possible. He probably has done a bit of research in preparations for your transition, and all the nasty little side effects that come with it are worrying him.

However, once it’s all over, Luke and Simeon are glad you came out on top. And my, what a handsome man you make!

Solomon

He figured, but didn’t want to assume. I mean, who the hell is he?

He’s got a few spells for this though, make it quick and painless. One wave of a wand and POOF! Woman no more!

Oh but that’s probably dangerous. The shifty bastard. You would much rather do it the regular way; and not have your insides and outsides shifted around by some crazy sorcerer.

He doesn’t protest much, but that does suck. Hehe. Oh well. You can count on him to support you through it all!

#obey me #om! #obey me headcanons #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me luke #obey me solomon

[einsteinsugly]

Point Place, Wisconsin. Forman Basement, Fourth of July, 1985. Eric: May I introduce you to this wonderful song, if you haven't heard it already.

Donna (with a groan): I've heard it already.

Eric (shaking his head): One that will last through the ages, alongside its numerous brothers. Head Over Heels.

Hyde (in obvious disdain): By the Go-Gos?

Eric: No, by the best band of the '80s, thus far. Tears for Fears.

Donna: I thought Genesis was the best band of the '80s.

Eric: I think Tears for Fears is surpassing Genesis, ever so slightly. Then after Genesis, there's Huey Lewis and the News... Collective groans come from the others. Eric: Yes, the soundtrack to the amazing blockbuster. Back to the Future. Which raised my dampened spirits following the nuclear fallout of Return of the Jedi.

Hyde (with a smirk): Best. Burn. Ever.

Jackie: If you ever have twins, you should name them Luke and Leia.

Eric (in horror, with a pronounced squeak): I would never...

Donna: Eric, I would never go for Leia. Ever.

Eric: I hear you. Over my dead body. I have had many dirty, dirty fantasies about Leia. Many, many times. But Luke...

Fez: Mark Hamill is beautiful.

Eric: Um...okay. To me, he's a role model, a hero. Fighting against the enemy. Darth Vader, who happens to be his father, nonetheless...

Jackie: Okay, tell us more about Tears for Fears. They'll never be better than the Go-Gos, but... Once again, collective groans come from the others. Hyde: Jackie, Forman's taste in music sucks, but Tears for Fears is better than the fuckin' Go-Gos. And Madonna, Cyndi Lauper, Duran Duran, Bananarama...

Jackie: Well, Cruel Summer is part of a perfect soundtrack to my life, especially since you knocked me up.

Hyde: On purpose.

Jackie: Yeah, but I'm the one who has to suffer, Steven. I'm getting fat and really bloated, and then I'm going to have to push out our beautiful daughter...

Hyde (slightly annoyed): Jackie.

Donna: You're having a girl? Congrats.

Jackie: Sorry. I can't stay quiet about it anymore. I'm going crazy, and I want to spend my hard-earned money on the best pink and frilly things money can buy. I can't just hide them all in the closet anymore. I want to go all out, and create a frilly, pink paradise...

Donna: What if your daughter, eventually, doesn't want a frilly, pink paradise?

Jackie: We'll cross that bridge if we come to it. And when you decide you and Eric want kids, for some reason, I'll make sure your daughter will have all the frills you'll refuse to provide.

Donna: Refuse? It's just a preference, until she's old enough to have her own...

Jackie: That's code for, I'm going to dress my daughter like a boy until she insists otherwise.

Donna: No, I'm just far more practical...

Eric: You know what would be far more practical? If we stop discussing me and Donna's hypothetical kids, and focus on seizing the day. Today, and eventually? Our many, many tomorrows.

Hyde: That's code for, I wanna go back to Cape Town and think about that shit in a couple of years.

Eric: Exactly. With Tears for Fears as my soundtrack. To my life. Through the good, the bad. The happy, the sad. Something happens and I'm head over heels I never find out until I'm head over heels Something happens and I'm head over heels... Kelso (bursting through the basement door): Guys? I think Hannah did her first baby burn.

Fez: Ai, what did she do?

Kelso: Brooke called me stupid, and I swear. She pointed at me and laughed.

Hyde: That's a fuckin' classic.

Kelso: Betsy used to do that too. Now, she just tells me I'm being stupid. Someday, Hyde, you're going to have to deal with your kid growing up...

Jackie: I think you mean daughter.

Hyde (with a shrug): Guess the cat's really out of the bag.

Kelso: Well, don't put a cat in a bag if it doesn't want to.

Jackie: If you do that to Toto again, I'll kick you.

Kelso: You did that last time.

Jackie: Well, I'll kick you harder. *With a mesmerized pause* Oh my God, I think I just felt her kick.

Hyde (putting his hand on her stomach, as the baby kicks again, still mesmerized): That's cool. And badass.

Jackie (with a laugh): She's going to kick Michael's ass.

Hyde: I'm gonna enjoy every freakin' minute of it. And this is my four-leaf clover I'm on the line, one open mind This is my four-leaf clover In my mind's eye One little boy, one little man Funny how time flies

#that 70s show #that 90s show #eric forman #jackie and hyde #jackie burkhart #steven hyde #eric and donna #donna pinciotti #fez #michael kelso #the thing is donna's pregnant here but she doesn't even know it #i'm creating eric's 80s playlists and this popped into my head #jackie's playlists would be terrible #my ficlets

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What Comes Around Goes Around

Chapter Three: Suprise!

Pairing: Topper x OC (eventually?)

Warnings for this chapter: Just some good old fashion cussing, and a slightly scary scene with an older male so take that with a grain of salt.

Word count: 2k

A/N: so excited to be back to writing! get ready for the next chapter it’s going to be exciting <3

Jo drove back home, pissed she didn’t have her lemonade, pissed that her feet and sandals were all sticky, pissed Topper was such a fucking idiot, just pissed at the entire world. Worst of all Jess and Elle went for a day trip on the mainland, and Jo had no one to complain to. She pulled into her driveway, aggressively, just wanting to go lie on her bed and scream. Her mind came to halt as she slammed on her breaks, her face looking like she had just seen a ghost. She had barely put her car into park, before rushing out of it with the engine still running.

“JJ?” She yelled running to the blonde boy who had stood from his position on her front steps. She engulfed him in a hug, tears swelling in her eyes. JJ winced a bit at the hug, but soon his arms wrapped around her, returning the hug, a little tighter than he meant to. The two stood there for a minute just silent. Soon enough the hug came to an end, once Jo realized she was also angry at him. She quickly let go, shoving him.

“Where the fuck have you been? And what the hell happened to your face.” She said now noticing some fresh cuts and bruising. She took his face in her hands examining it, as he started to speak.

“I went out of town for a few weeks, couch surfed with some people on the mainland, and-” He hissed in pain when Jo touched his cheekbone pulling his face away from her. “Jesus Jo!”

“Sorry! Get inside I’ll clean you up and then you’re telling me everything.”

“Yes ma’am” He said, giving her a salute before opening her door. Jo flipped him, before walking back to her car and turning it off.

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“So, I was staying at this shady dudes place, and I think he was watching me sleep so I came back here and slept on some boats, until I accidentally overslept this morning and the cops came and took me to my dad. He was wasted when I got home, so wasted I guess he thought I was a intruder or something cause uh…” He made some punching motions, laughing awkwardly. Jo frowned as she closed up the medical box, and tossed the bloody cotton balls.

“That’s not funny,”

“It is a little,”

She shook her head, starting to bandage him up.

“Where are you staying now?”

“Not sure, probably couch surf some more and then figure it out from there.”

Jo frowned looking at him, she carefully held his face, examining his bruises.

“Absolutely not, you’re staying here. At least until we figure a more permanent solution. My mom wont mind, you just can’t fuck anyone on the couch.”

JJ looked at her trying to keep a straight face, but barely lasting a few seconds before smirking.

“You are a pain in my ass Jackson”

“Oh you love me” She said, rolling her eyes and shoving him again. He winced, reaching for his side. “Shit, I’m so sorry, I’ll get ya some ice.”

“Thanks.”

She walked over to her kitchen grabbing some ice and filling it in a baggie. “So, is there anything you need? Besides this.” She tossed it at him, before sitting down next to him.

“Actually, there is one thing. I left my backpack at my dads.”

“Oh that's fine let's go grab it right now,” Already popping up, and giving him a hand.

“Just one problem… I left it inside by the front door…”

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“No it’s fine, I’ll grab it fast in and out”

“I cannot believe you are doing this for me, I owe you big”

The two sat in Jo’s truck, parked right outside the Maybank house watching. With a deep sigh placing a hand on JJ shoulder.

“If I die, make sure my mom doesn’t find my weed.” And with that she let go and exited the car.

The Maybank house wasn’t much different from when she last saw it. Maybe a few more dead plants but that was it. She didn’t come here often, this only being her seventh or eighth time visiting. Jo took a deep breath, as she stood in front of the screen door. Carefully placing a hand on the handle she pulled it as quietly as possible before stepping onto the porch. She stepped forward, being as quiet as possible when she went to open the front door. Creak The door made a loud creaking noise, as it opened causing the brunette to flinch. ‘Shit.’ She paused, holding her breath as she waited for something to happen. Thankfully nothing did.

She opened the door further peering inside. Her eyes instantly landed on her target, as she stepped inside the old home. She snagged the bag, and almost made it out of the house when. ChackChack.

“Don’t move.”

‘Fuck fuck fuck fuck, titty fucking shit mother fucker why the fuck did she even volunteer to do this.’

“I want you to turn around carefully, no sudden movements or I’ll shoot you dead. Ya hear me?”

Jo stayed silent not moving a muscle, fear polluting her body.

“I said did ya hear me?” He cocked his gun again, this time taking a step forward.

“Yes sir.” She said, turning around, now facing him.

“Ain't you that pretty girl JJ hangs with, what business do you have in this house?”

“Sir, your son just asked me to grab his bag, that's all.”

Luke let out a hearty chuckle, the sound filling the house with a haunting echo. “Is that so? Where is the fucker anyway? He too pussy to come in, he had to send in his bitch?”

Jo stood there, not sure what to do or say. This had to be the worst outcome possible from this situation, and it was just her luck she had to actually deal with it.

“Hey! Didn’t your mother teach you any fucking manners? When an adult asks you a question you answer, now where is he?”

“Sir I”

ChackChack

“I’d choose your next words very carefully missy.”

Ptooey

Before she even fully understood what she was doing, Jo spat right at his face and sprinted out the door. She heard him yelling after her, and gunshots firing at her feet, but she just kept running. She swung the car door open, throwing the bag at JJ who huffed in pain. She reversed out of the driveway as possible, and sped down the street. It was only when they were a few miles away did she pull off to the side to take a breather.

“Holy fucking shit.” JJ said, excitement filling his voice. “I have never seen you run that fast before, you came outta there like a cheetah or some shit. Woosh!” He said laughing, before opening his bag.

“Yeah, I know I was there.” She said, rolling her eyes, before relaxing in her seat. “I think my heart is about to explode.”

“The fuck you even do to piss him off?”

“Oh you mean besides breaking and entering into his house? I spat at him?”

“No fucking way,”

“Yes fucking way,”

“You are officially my new hero, we have to throw you a party.”

“What? JJ babes I really don’t need that.”

“Nope! Party in your honor, tonight!” He said nodding, with a determined smile.

“No way you can throw a part in under three hours.”

“Watch me Josephine,”

“Don’t call me that,”

“Josephine, Josephine, Josephi-”

“Do you want to walk home?”

“No ma’am,”

“The shut the fuck up,”

Jo, turned around starting her car up again, heading back home.

“I still don’t believe you’ll be able to do it.”

“Fuck you,”

“Love you,”

Soon the car went quiet, until JJ spoke up.

“So, uh have you heard anything from the Camerons?”

Jo shook her head, tapping her steering wheel.

“I heard they threw a funeral for Sarah, and I did see Rafe at a party a few days ago.”

“Wait what?”

“Jess and Elle managed to drag me to some Kook party and we ran into him, he was def tweaked out. But Topper managed to get us out in one piece.”

“Wait hold up, Topper?”

“Yeah he even offered to drive us home-”

“Well did he?”

“Did he what?”

“Drive you home!” The blonde said in an obvious tone.

“Yeah we were all too wasted-”

“I don’t bye it,”

“Ask Jess,”

“I plan on it.”

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Okay genuinely Jo thought JJ was joking around about the party. There hadn’t been one at the boneyard in weeks, everyone on the cut mourning the loss of John B. But now it was 7:23 and Jess was helping her pick something out.

“I swear to god Jo, you are not leaving this house in a bikini top”

“Jess it’s just a boneyard party-”

“That you’ll be the guest of honor at!”

“Jess babes it’s really not that big of a deal, I just won’t have to pay for my booze.”

Jess rolled her eyes, muttering something incoherently, as she sifted through the closet.

“Aha! Found it, here wear this.”

She tossed the brunette, some white really frilly shirt, causing Jo to frown.

“Absolutely not, here I’ll wear this.”

She pulled out a neon pink bikini, with a pair of black shorts. Jess shook her head, starting to put away the stuff on the bed.

“You are impossible Jo,”

“I know,” She said, smiling before walking over to the bathroom to go change.

“Are we meeting Elle there?” Jess yelled, changing into a pair of denim shorts and a white button up.

“Yeah, she has to wait until her mom gets home though.” Jo said walking back into the room.

“I’ll have to admit, you do look good.”

“Course I do.”

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The drive to the boneyard was weird, for some reason it just seemed like time was going as slow as possible. Not that Jo really cared, her expectations for the part were low. She wasn’t expecting many people to show up, let alone be in a cheery mood. She was actually shocked today, by how lively JJ was. She remembered how devastated he was before disappearing, barely able to crack a smile, and never laughed. But as she pulled up to the boneyard, all her expectations were blown away.

The beach was jam packed, she hadn’t seen this many people here in what felt forever. There was a huge bonfire going, and multiple lines by the kegs, and at the heart of it all, was JJ.

“Holy shit! Did JJ do all of this by himself?” Jess asked, clearly blown away.

“I guess so,” Jo replied, almost at a loss for words.

JJ spotted her truck, and came running. The two exited the car, just as he made his way over a huge grin on his face.

“Jo you made it!”

Before she could respond, Jess butt in, still mesmerized by the situation. “JJ babes, did you really organize this all by yourself?”

“Well mostly, I did have a little help.”

Out of nowhere, Kiara and Pope appeared with two smiles on their faces.

“Surprise,” They both said in unison, still smiling.

Jo ran over to them, engulfing them in a hug. “You guys this is amazing,”

“Well, y’know this party is for you Jo, but we’re also sending a message. We’re letting those figure eight assholes know we're back, and never leaving. Again,” Pope said with a surprising amount of anger in his voice. Jo was a little confused, but didn’t want to question it.

“Well, I guess we’re back bitches!”

The group cheered, before walking over to the beach all catching up, and for the first time in weeks, Jo had forgotten everything that happened. At that moment, she was just there with her friends like it was any regular summer party. Little did she know, that night was about to unravel a series of events she never would’ve seen coming.

#obx fanfiction #obx #obx x reader #topper #topper obx #topper outer banks #topper thornton #jj maybank #jj outer banks #outer banks #topper smut #jj maybank smut #jj x y/n #rafe cameron #rafe being an ass #obx kiara #kiara carrera #pope heyward #sarah cameron #john b obx #john b routledge

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Squeeze that bunny tail!

Part 1

Description: The RAD student council as well as the exchange students help out at a bar where, oops, the staff´s dress codes are those sweet bunny outfits that we all know and thirst for. The MCs, Violet and Clover, play a game of who can touch the most bunny tails over the evening without getting caught. Prepare for fluff, funny innuendos as well as my thirst over hot boys in bunny outfits.

The story is divided in several parts and will be updated every few days.

*I wrote this when the bunny UR+ cards first came out so there will be differences to the second event & their outfits

Story begins below the cut, have fun!

One fateful day, Diavolo had called his best friend Lucifer over to discuss a very urgent, utterly important matter...

"... A bar?" Lucifer repeated the prince's words.

"Yes!" Diavolo cheered.

"... And you want us to work there?"

"Yeah!"

"... Not only my brothers and me, but also all of the exchange students as well?"

"Strong yes! Barbatos and I will join, too."

"What? Are you sure? Should the prince of the Devildom really lower himself to such frivolous tasks?"

"Come on, Lucifer, it will be fun!"

Lucifer pressed out a deep sigh.

"... For you, perhaps... For me, it will be nothing but another day of babysitting a bunch of idiots..."

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When the group arrived in the newly opened but already renowned bar, lots of them gave amazed gasps.

"It's huge!" Clover called out.

"And real fancy, too..." Mammon said, a mischievous spark in his eyes.

Belphie noticed how his brother was already searching for the most expensive decoration and gave an annoyed sigh. "Mammon's having idiot thoughts again..."

"All of you" Lucifer called out to the demons and humans living in the House of Lamentation. "I expect great manner from all of you. Lord Diavolo kindly asked us to help out with the grand opening of his acquaintance's bar. As it is the first day the place is opened to the general public, the owners asked him to offer help, and here we are. I would like to say that every item that gets broken or gets STOLEN", he shot Mammon an obvious glare, "will be repaid out of your own wallet. Furthermore, I am making you aware that..."

He kept talking for an unknown (but awfully long) amount of time, until Diavolo would pull him out of his ranting.

"Lucifer, relax! This is a laid-back place, I am sure everyone will do just fine. After all, we also have our kind Angel and Human friends to help."

Asmodeus raised an eyebrow.

"Is Luke allowed to be here, though? It's an adult place, after all..."

"Wha-?!" Some angry Chihuahua noises escaped Luke´s mouth. "I'm not a child, you know! Of course I am allowed to work here, show some respect!"

Simeon next to him gave the small blond a pat on his head while trying to bring the conversation back on track.

"Thank you for inviting us, Diavolo. Shall we get started, then? We don't have much time left until the first customers arrive."

They got shown around the whole place.

It consisted of two floors to sit in or play all sorts of bar games, a dance hall and a giant kitchen, serving all sorts of treats to go along with the (mostly alcoholic) beverages to buy from one of the even more impressive bars.

"The place looks pretty tame, though" Asmo pointed out as they had finished the tour.

"You think?!" Violet blinked at him. "I think it's amazing..."

"Asmo..." Satan mumbled. "I am pretty sure the places where you are a regular at are simply a little... special."

Completely ignoring the implications in Satan´s words, Asmodeus went on to ask the owner about whether they had what he called "fun rooms", which, yes, are just what you think they are.

They had to drag him back so they could finally be introduced to their work schedule.

"The bar is opened until four in the morning" Barbatos explained. "We will be working in shifts to maintain our stamina..."

Slowly, everything important had been settled, and the first bunch was about to start their shift.

But...

Well...

All this was a happening planned with the mind of Sir Diavolo himself...

So of course it wouldn't end up being a normal evening. It never did.

Just as the group wanted to leave the kitchen-strategy-meeting, Diavolo called out to them.

"Behold!" he prompted. "Are you planning to go out looking like THIS?"

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, already alert at the smirk on his friend's face. "Oh no..."

Barbatos, who had shortly excused himself after explaining everything, entered the kitchen, now holding a piece of clothing in his hands.

"The waiters and waitresses at this pub are required a special working garment", Barbatos explained. "We have prepared suiting clothes in your respective sizes already."

"Cl...othes?" Violet dared to ask.

"Yes!" Diavolo beamed her a smile. "And after midnight, you change clothes once again. Those are a surprise, however, so you will have to be patient until then."

Solomon gave a contemplative hum.

"And... What are those garments, exactly?"

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"... Violet?"

"... Clover?"

"... Do you have bunny ears in your outfit set, too?"

"... Yeah."

Silence.

They stepped out of the women's toilet stalls, mustering each other.

A frilly short skirt, a pretty blouse, a cute bow tie, and two bunny ears as well as a matching bunny tail.

"... Looks pretty good, though" Clover mumbled. "A little embarrassing, but oh well..."

They checked their outfits for a little longer in the mirror, adjusting their clothes...

"To think they'd make us wear stuff like this", Violet said.

"Yeah... Like, are we supposed to serve customers like this? And look all weird, just the two of us?" Clover played around with her new pair of ears.

"Dunno..." Violet breathed as she checked her make up. “I bet the boys will think we look…” she stopped.

Realisation hit them.

"Violet."

"Clover."

They dashed out of the bathroom.

And opening the door, they saw...

Bunny boys.

Ten of them, right there, in those... With those... Looking so…

Violet suppressed a squeal while Clover was hiding a heavy blush.

But there was no time to recover from this critical hit.

Already having spotted them, Asmodeus was bouncing towards them, his frilly, pretty revealing blouse swaying around his curves.

"Waah, you girls are bunnies, too~!"

He began to inspect them thoroughly, also pulling the attention of the other males towards them.

But with all the damn nice snacks around, the girls had troubles focussing on only Asmo as he continued to squeal something.

"Whyyyy do we have to do thiiiisss..." Levi groaned, visibly uncomfortable in his butler bunny suit.

Lucifer (very stunning view btw, chef's kiss) crossed his arms in a sigh.

"You heard Lord Diavolo... It seems to be common practice in this local to dress like this... But I'm starting to regret agreeing to help out..."

A hand gently placed on Lucifer's shoulder.

"Oh, come on, Lucy" Simeon smiled, brown bunny ears reaching out of his hair. "I think this suits you very well. You look cute."

This only pulled a greater sigh out the demon's throat, but he wasn't allowed to keep this frown any longer, as Diavolo and Barbatos joined the group soon after.

To the group's surprise, both of them were in similar suits as well.

"Wow, all of you look stunning!" Diavolo wore a big grin. "I knew it was a great idea to suggest a dress code!"

"That was your idea?!" Luke pouted, having whatever trouble with his costume (which btw was designed to be distinctively less... sexy than all of the other suits, don´t worry about the angel child). His floppy rabbit ears looked adorable, but it only added to the impression that he shouldn't be here, serving alcohol for the next hours...

"Of course", Diavolo cheered. "They say good-looking staff makes more profit, and I want this evening to be a success."

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"I heard the place was designed to imitate a classic bar from the human world."

Initiating a conversation, Satan was preparing glasses at the bar together with Violet, Clover and a few of his brothers.

"Is it normal for the staff to look like this in the human world?" he asked, quite amused to watch the girls' bunny ears bounce with their movements. "Not that I'm complaining... I just figured you must know."

"... You´re asking US? Do we look like we party a lot?" Clover mumbled.

Violet gave a shrug. "It's kind of a... Classic costume to go with, but I don't think it's really that common with humans, too."

The demon gave a nod, then excused himself as Levi was calling for him on the other side of the bar.

And now that the girls had some time for themselves again, they could finally let out their inner fangirls.

Basically just giving weird noises, exchanging a few completely out of context words that only two minds speaking the same language of stupid could understand, they gushed about all the males surrounding them.

"Clover oh my god I-" Violet whispered in a gasp. "I love the tails."

"And the ears" Clover agreed.

"And the vests."

"The bow ties."

"But the fluffly TAiLs oh myyy..."

"Lolll I bet you wanna squish them-"

"YEEssssSSSSS..."

Afraid someone might notice, they tried calming down. But as if the universe was trying to keep them agitated, Beel happened to pass by, stopping next to them to organise the bottles in the display shelves behind them.

The girls turned, mustering the male...

Suddenly, Violet's expression curled into a sly grin, thinking of the huge crush Clover had on Beelzebub. She leaned in on Clover to whisper in her ear.

"Squeeze his tail..."

Clover's eyes widened as she started to blush.

"What?! No..." she whispered back.

"I know you want to~", Violet continued to purr in amusement.

"Sh-shut up...!" Clover grumbled.

"Come ooon..."

"Y-you do it if you're so tough...!", Clover pouted.

Her friend only gave a shrug, stepping closer to the demon as she nonchalantly reached for the bunny tail attached to his pants.

Of course, Beel noticed her presence.

"Violet?" he blinked in surprise, but apparently did not register how Violet pulled her arm back immediately.

She shot him a smile.

"Hey, Beel, could you... hand me that bottle in the upper shelf? Asmo said he needed it over there."

"Sure."

And as the male reached for the bottle, Violet took the chance to squeeze that fluffy pompom.

"Thanks" she cheered, then went to grab Clover to disappear from the scene of crime.

Violet couldn't quite wipe the victorious grin off her face.

Clover on the other hand...

"I hate everything", she pouted.

"You should have just went for it" Violet laughed. "It's like this game we used to play in the human world when everyone is wearing hats with pompoms during winter. Just that here, it’s a bunny tail that you had to squish.”

"But..." Clover sulked, like always sad that she wasn´t brave enough to do what Violet asked her to do.

So Violet mustered her friend...

Then, an idea hit her.

"You know what, actually?" Violet said. "I dare you to squish a tail."

Clover made a weird sound.

"What?! Nooo... You know I'm awkward..."

"And let's make it a game!"

"... Are you even listening to me?"

Apparently, she wasn´t.

"Whoever manages to squeeze the most bunny tails wins -- without the person noticing, of course." Violet was grinning from ear to ear.

Clover gave a big sigh.

"... The tails from either of the boys?" She finally gave in.

"Yeah, let's."

"... Would you voluntarily go up to your crush Lucifer and risk your life?"

Violet's face turned into a conflicted blush.

"I..." she mumbled in an unconvincing shrug. "Maybe...?"

"They should have different difficulty levels", Clover suggested. "Giving different amounts of points,, depending on how difficult we consider the squeeze-ability of a tail."

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Don't ask how or why... (And how they found the time to come up with this madness)

But in the end, the two girls had invented a game to keep them entertained for the next couple of hours.

They came up with a plan for the "bunny tail squeeze point distribution":

1 point: Beel, Belphie, Simeon, Levi (+), Asmo (+)

2 points: Mammon, Satan (+), Barbatos, Luke (V)

3 points: Lucifer, Solomon, Diavolo, Luke (C)

"The plus stands for a potential to increase in points, as those three are a little difficult to analyse. We'll count it depending on the situation and their wariness..." Clover concluded as she showed Violet the notes she had taken on a beer coaster. "And Luke's on there twice because I'm a fucking giraffe and get a bonus point if I can reach that Chihuahua’s tail. And thaaat... Would be all."

Violet squealed in excitement.

"Great, then let's go!"

Clover gave a last sigh, knowing what difficulties she'd have with this.

"This is SO going to end in some disaster..."

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me fanfic #obeyme #short story #obey me bunny event