#v02

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[wishluc]

I’d love to see more of your Solomon work! Your characterization of him is just 🤌🏼 I love the idea of him seemingly trying to protect MC from the brothers awful influences but is just corrupting them for himself. What would happen if MC started to pic up on his true intentions?

Thank you so much! I really really like Solomon and writing for him ♡

Observation

CW: Yandere character, manipulation

No matter how hard you look, you can't find anything wrong with Solomon—nothing apart from his usual eccentricities, that is.

You look closely, at the questioning quirk of his eyebrows and the blue-brown of his eyes. You follow the line of his lips and focus on the tip of his nose, but there's nothing to be found.

Honestly, you're not sure exactly what you're looking for. Asmo had confided in you, his eyes sincere and voice meek, that he thought something was off with how Solomon acted around you, like he was merely donning a mask. He claimed that there was underlying malice behind his smiles at the others, that there was anger simmering within his eyes despite his warm exterior. But there was none of that here, only a normal expression. You were looking, trying to find out if, perhaps, that anger and that malice extended to you, too, and...he was looking right back.

You blink, forcing an awkward smile at the sudden realization, "Hi?"

His responding smile is far more natural, a soft quirk of his mouth that almost has you relaxing in your seat, questioning why you'd ever suspect something was wrong with Solomon. Despite some of his dubious practises, he was a kind mentor and friend to you—and honestly the best ‘human’ companion you could have asked for here. Aside from his shrewd eye, Solomon has a way of easing your anxious mind; maybe it's his warm touch, the comfortable sensation of his hand in yours, his soothing voice and composed words that ground you, or maybe it's the effortless way that you connect with him, the familiarity of his presence in such an unaccustomed place that eases you in.

Solomon's only ever had your best interest at heart, you know this, but the memory of Asmo's solemn seriousness pleads with you to just consider his words. It wouldn't hurt to make sure, right?

"Something wrong?" He smirks, after a moment's deliberation—playful, charismatic, but not wicked—"or should I be flattered?"

"I was just lost in thought."

He chuckles, the sound causing your heart to falter.

“I was thinking we should go out for dinner—“

"I won't be over tonight. I have plans," you didn't plan to blurt it all out like that, but being in his presence with Asmo's warning lingering in the back of your mind makes you more nervous.

Solomon takes a sip from his cup, "Oh? Will you be back late?"

And that's a good sign, isn't it?—A breezy, nonchalant reply. You're hopeful, perhaps to a desperate degree, that this was proof enough of Solomon's good nature, of his selfless care when it concerned you.

You shrug, shifting your gaze down to the dark wooden surface of the table, "I'm not sure. Satan and I were planning to—"

"Satan?" Solomon shoots you an incredulous look, uncharacteristically expressive, "I didn't know the two of you were...close."

It was, as far as you can tell from his tone and startled state, sincere shock; Satan didn't come off as the friendliest of demons. A part of you, desperately clinging onto your version of Solomon, wants to dig more, and find out if anything would make him slip. Mostly, you just wanted to prove to yourself that there was nothing to be worried about.

You only smile enigmatically, hoping the crypticness of your expression does the prodding for you, pestering him enough that he needs answers.

It's a strange revelation. For someone so clever, Solomon was incapable of staying rational in the face of growing envy. It's such a human weakness that you end up finding some comfort in its presence, despite what else it should incite in you. "I thought you didn't trust them."

I trusted you more than anyone else, you want to say, and you insisted i should keep my guard up,

You're not sure if he meant it that way, but the underlying sharpness of his tone stabs you accusingly, even though it was never your wish to be distant from your housemates.

You swallow the apologies rising up in your throat, and ignore the swelling guilt. "Satan's nice," you say instead, "and he doesn't like his brothers much."

It's a terrible lie, the worst kind, both cruel and weak. But Solomon, as you've come to realize, cares not for how untrue your words are when he starts feeling a jealous itch. All that matters is what you say, and how it picks at the itch and makes it sting.

"I...find that hard to believe," he says your name in that deceivingly lovely voice of his, all too fond and too gentle. Your heart hiccups in response, fluttering at the sound, "I don't think it's a good idea for you to befriend any of them."

Your heart stops twisting, and instead goes still. It feels as though it has been caught in an odd web of lies and veins, unable to move. Solomon, with all his knowledge and expertise, seems none the wiser to your internal conflict. He only smiles tenatively in the face of your distress.

"You like Asmo, don't you? Why are the rest any different?"

"Like?" Although his laugh sounds lighthearted, when you listen close enough it feels awkwardly out of place and strained, "You've misunderstood me. I don't mind Asmodeus because we have a pact. If anything were to happen, he is ultimately bound to my orders."

You knew Solomon could be cruel. It was necessary to thrive in a place like the Devildom, but you thought his cruelty was limited to half-truths and clever, small tricks. It was difficult to believe that the same man that looked at you so tenderly could be the same one in front of you now. Thinking back of Asmo and his uncertain request, you wonder if he already had been on the receiving end of Solomon's cruelty; the worst end. Suddenly, every moment spent beside the demon is rushing back into your mind, and you find yourself analysing every frame. Was it inevitable that you would upset him?

You blink back to focus as Solomon continues, "—Like I said, we need to watch out for each other. It's just us two here, and—" His lopsided smile, the same one that normally makes your heart swell and your face mirror his, brings you nothing but apprehension now. Suddenly, it's clearer how plastered on his expressions are.

"I think you're wrong," the words feel like sand in your mouth, "they wouldn't—" and it comes then, a short burst of something malicious marring his face in the form of a scowl, so quick and so sudden that you can barely process the scene before he's back to his composed, thoughtful expression in a blink of an eye. The twisting of his mouth lasted for barely a moment, but in that time, your heart felt as though it were thudding against your ribs, ready to explode from the palpations, and your hands felt uncomfortably cold at the tense iciness that shrouded him. There was nothing else you could call it—only a horrible vexation.

With a quick nod that concealed any tension or stiffness, Solomon immediately slips back into his usual mannerisms

"They're defined by their sins," Solomon says at last, a tinge of sympathy in his voice that makes you want to scream at how insincere it was, and how you almost believed it regardless, "and you're powerless here. Trust me, you're better off being cautious. I don't want you to get hurt again."

It's unkind, and this time, it truly feels like he's holding the knife of his words and twisting it in you slowly. Guilt had never felt so agonizing, especially when it should be unwarranted.

"I won't," you say, and a part of you, a part so enthralled by his twisted nature and eager to see how far it reaches out, wants desperately to vex him more. But you know better than to give into that.

"You have me to ensure that." In his eyes, you think you can see just how pleased he is with your quick assent.

Asmo wasn't entirely right. Solomon was a cruel being to the core, but anger wasn't all he harbored—only what he spared to anyone apart from you. He did not look at you with hatred, but a sick kind of affection. And truly, you're not sure which is worse.

(Later that day, when Satan informs you that he’s suddenly feeling unwell, you don’t miss the sly look Solomon shoots you.)

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[49-ibr]

There's something so fun about stories from the perspective of a doomed hero!!

The tragedy, the violence, the chaos, the satisfaction of a character getting EXACTLY what they deserve!! The almost sympathy mixed the wish to have them fall!!

It's so fun!!

(So, of course, I write it)

#my post #writeblr #writer #writers #tis about lucah from v01 and scylla from v02

[mademoisellebianx]

The Ancients of the Coven of the Articulate!

#feat. eric v02. #vampire chronicles #khayman #maharet #mekare #mael #eric #pandora #marius de romanus #mademoiselle's art

[auco]

" i hesitate to sit down with you again. "

｛ ✧ : YOU GOT ( wjsn ) / @mothticia

#mothticia #━━ ❛ 𝐊𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐍 : v02.

[adoranoia]

💋 for jeremy !

@collectalong // the first 5 asks to send 💋 get a kiss, still accepting!

tommy muffles a laugh behind his hand about a joke the other had made while they walk--having opted to take the scenic route home, walking instead of taking their usual bus-ride. this way, they had more time to chat: about anything and everything, it'd seem. 💼‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ tommy appreciated the time they spent together, he had to admit. despite being sort of a social butterfly, he didn't have a lot of friends for one reason or another, too strange, too talkative, too much!--but, jeremy didn't seem to mind any of it. a change of pace for the scientist. 💼‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ after climbing the apartment building's stairs, they stall outside of tommy's front door for a bit, still exchanging their thoughts, back and forth--until, eventually, there's a slight lull in conversation. all, for a moment, is quiet. 💼‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ tommy fidgets with his hands, about to wish the other a simple goodnight, when--an idea flashes through his mind, and he bli -nks, once, then twice. he thinks it over for a moment, before... 💼‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ " well, i guess t, this is goodnight... " a smile, " i hope you, um. h, have a good rest of your n, night, okay, jeremy? " there's a pause, hesitation--a brief kiss is pressed to jeremy's cheek. 💼‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ before the other can notice his cheeks are slightly flushed, and that his 'halo' glows the same pink shade--he's inside and closing the door, with a wave and a, " b, bye! have a safe walk home! " 💼‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎

#* && IC #* && TOMMY / COOLATTA . #v02 * ( everyday au ) #this was meant to vague on if it was romantic or platonic just incase bc u didn't specify but it came out kinda fruity. forgive me /lh #sometimes the middle age men are friends (dubiously platonic this time) asDFGHJKL sillies... i care them so bad already tbh #collectalong

[xianqu]

" uh oh, someone is getting in trouble when you meet the other kings. "

｛ ✧ : @yuexian ━━

#yuexian #━━ ❛ 十年生死两茫茫 : v02. #hopefully this is ok!!! if it's too presumptuous i'd be happy to change :>

[musictheater]

* tags!

#* && OOC #* && IC #* && CRACK #* && DASH COMM #* && MUN'S ART #* && OPEN STARTER #* && CLOSED STARTER #* && PROMO #* && SELF PROMO #* && SAVE #* && PSA #* && TBD #* && TBT #* && GLAMROCK / BONNIE . #* && SUN / DROP . #v01 * ( pre - canon . ) #v02 * ( canon . ) #v03 * ( escape au . )

[iedolon]

' it feels like I've been dyed in your colors the longer I'm with you. '

｛ ✧ : BUTTERFLY EFFECT ( exo ) / @violevin

#violevin #━━ ❛ 𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐒 : v02. #hehe

[lausticzt]

( ... ) silence, and within it, astonishment ; dumbfounded, she can only stare directly at the cup he held, his fingers position, then back at ( @naitfall ) ━━━━ and it’s abhorrent. her earlier annoyance that she'd been directed to pour the tea for them ( if they wanted it, do it themselves ; she wasn't a host ) was so quickly replaced. she doesn't take one sip before being regrettably entranced ; there's no keeping her mouth shut afterwards. ❝ what are you doing? ❞

#naitfall #ℒ ༺ ☾⋆* v02. ✧. ┊   ​​​​MILITARY PLEDGE​​​ ◞ #ℒ ༺ ☾⋆* interaction. ✧. ┊   ​​LE ROSSIGNOL​ ◞ #( laura: ... .. hold it right- )

[flamerunn3r]

When you get so high you get scared

#very inspired by some of polistirol-v02 's stuff #tf2 #soldier #2022

[knaiive]

she yelps as a survivor accidentally vaults directly into her arms! whoops. 🏃‍♀️

#* && IC #* && SHY /// NAIVE : ( SUZIE / SELF ! ) #v02 * ( game - canon ) #SORRY THIS IS S/T SILLY u can reply if u want #i just had a game where this happened and it made me laugh #they were trying to loop killer shack and vaulted directly into me

[hungerun]

* tags !

#* && OOC #* && SELF /// MIRROR ( SIX . ) #* && THE BOY IN THE PAPER BAG ( MONO . ) #* && THE CHAINED BOY ( SEVEN / RK . ) #* && THE GIRL IN THE YELLOW RAINCOAT ( FIVE / RCG . ) #* && THE LADY OF THE MAW ( THE LADY . ) #* && THE MAN ON THE TV ( THE THIN-MAN . ) #* && THE CAMPFIRE KIDS . #* && THE GLITCHED REMAINS . #v01 * ( canon ) #v02 * ( sequel ) #v03 * ( heiress au ) #v04 * ( dbd au ) #v05 * ( twdg au ) #v06 * ( bioshock au ) #v07 * ( lady of the maw au )

[auco]

" i think i’ll end up awake all night, so i hope, at least, you’re having good dreams. "

｛ ✧ : SWEET DREAMS ( exo-cbx ) / @rhoeade

#rhoeade #━━ ❛ 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐕𝐔̛𝐎̛𝐍𝐆 : v02. #VIVIIIIIII I MISSED YOU MWAH

[adoranoia]

sorry for giving all my muses tf2 verses bc my friends are brainrotting there, it will happen again. uh, for brian, tldr...‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ -brian iwasaki-hughes, better well known was 'the exterminator', is someone without any loyalty to either team, him working under the administer herself. -basically, his job to keep red folks outta blu's base, and the other way around, as well, along with any one else that tries sneaking in, trespassing, etc. ‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎ -he doesn't kill them, but that doesn't mean he causes no harm--his main weapons are a large, pressurized spray-gun, a bug-zapper like tazer, and simple lil traps, (think a extra strong glue-trap sorta thing). -wears a half-face mask, over his mouth, as to not get knocked out by his own spray-gun, along w/ cover-alls.‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎‏‏‎ ‎

#* && OOC #* && SELF // MIRROR ( BRIAN . ) #v02 * ( tf2 au ) . #DO U CARE HIM. I LIKE HIM SO MUCH

[xianqu]

" yanwang dijun! why so distant? don't tell me you've forgotten me already? "

｛ ✧ : @yanwangye ━━

#yanwangye #━━ ❛ 十年生死两茫茫 : v02. #lying about knowing him? probably tbh.....