Messages For Barbatos's Birthday!

Messages for Barbatos's birthday!

wanted to practice drawing different ethnic features so have the bois (my own hcs)

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Please don’t claim as urs guys 😭

Sweet dreams ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

I was bored so I wrote a fic, just a bunch of fluff! A very short summary :You fall asleep whilst lucifer is working^^

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Lucifer’s room was filled with a deafening silence, perhaps the only sign of life in the room was the scratching of a fountain pen or an occasional flipping of paperwork along with various other documents that were engulfing lucifer’s desk . An exasperated sigh escaped his lips as he gazed at the time shown on the clock, it was already 1 in the morning and he was still not done with half of the lot. Nonetheless he trudged on, a hand supporting his forehead as he wrote pages upon pages of paragraphs and signed numerous documents.

The time read 1:33AM on the clock. The avatar of pride was so engrossed in his duties that he didn’t even realise his door being gently pushed open by none other than you. Peeking your head in, you notice how intensely he is working and make an attempt to sneak away. Unfortunately, as soon as you were about to leave, he spotted you.

‘MC’ he began, his voice deep and laced with fatigue.

‘Is something the matter?’ He continued , looking up from his paperwork and taking his glasses off to polish the lenses

Your gaze sifts from him then to his work and figuring it would be best not to trouble him at such an hour, you consider making up some half-hearted excuse and leaving. Though looking at him once more and seeing his pale complexion and his eye bags ,which were like deep trenches, make you think otherwise.

‘Would you like me to help? You look , in the nicest way possible, extremely worn-out. How about a short break?’ You suggested

He shook his head at the proposal.

‘I’m afraid most of this needs to be done by tomorrow—or more accurately today’ he corrected himself , remembering the time on the clock.

‘Though your company would be appreciated’ he added. The eldest was awfully aware of the soothing effect you had on him, what a strange sensation it was in his heart.

And so, he motions for you to come in fully, telling you to sit in a chair—he doesn’t mind which.

Sitting down into one of the plush chairs the room faded into pin-drop silence once more. You scanned the interior of his room; bottles of aged demonus on shelves, paintings and records of various music genres lined up neatly. Your attention is caught by these records as an idea pops into your head.

‘Could I play one of these, perhaps it could help you relax or concentrate on work?’ You suggest, pointing at the rack

He cranes his head backwards and after a pause , he nodsand with a charming smile ‘that would be nice’ escapes from his lips.

So, you reach over and contort your position ever so slightly to reach his records. You flip through them, sirens songs, concertos and opera arias , until finally you find one titled ‘the lamia’s lullaby’. You proceed to take it out and begin to play it.

The melody echoing through the room is soft and gentle, alluring like a sirens song though with a tone sweeter than any of the angel’s cupcakes. Music dances through the air as your eyes begin to grow weary and your mind begins to drift to dreamland, a yawn emerging from you. Your head rests into the plush of the seat and your eyes flutter close.

Upon noticing you have fallen asleep, he chuckles. Pausing from his duties, he stands up and carries you onto his bed, bridal style, careful not to wake you. He places you down carefully onto the bed and positions you comfortably. After he tucks you in, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead as the music lulls you to sleep.

‘Sweet dreams’

‘Here’s looking at you kid’

Mc was an actor in the human world, I think I’ll create more parts to this. Possibly with separate characters, maybe just as one fanfic. Sorry for any errors!!

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For a portion of your life, you dabbled in the acting industry and you were quite good at it, what’s more, you enjoyed it. Nevertheless, those days were long gone now, stored in the back of your mind —always there but not necessarily always remembered , like a faded photograph hidden in the album of someone’s life. What’s more, you never thought to mention it to anyone; considering the fact that life here was already interesting as is. You thought any notion of your days acting would never be seen again until..

A message pops up in a group chat titled ‘MC’s birthday’—it’s a group chat that has everyone but you in it, made for the sole purpose of your surprise birthday party but has been barely touched since then.

Leviachan:How many of you guys knew that MC was an actor in the human world??

Ping! Another notification

Mammon:what’d ya mean they used to act?

After this message a plethora of screenshots are sent to the group chat by Asmo , everyone’s online now. The screenshots are of different movies and series’ . Some have you on the front cover and the ones which don’t have a circle in pink around where you are listed as an actor.

Lucifer:How did you manage to find this?

Leviathan:I was searching for an old anime I’d watched that was popular in the human world and as soon as I typed the first word in, I was MC’s face!

Satan:How come Solomon didn’t recognise them?

Solomon:Ah, so that’s why they felt familiar at first! They starred in Leonora!

Mammon:what are we waitin’ for?! Let’s watch em!

Asmo: What about a movie marathon? ♥︎

Asmo suggested and all messages following were in total agreement.

That is how everyone —angels, Simeon , Lord Diavolo and Barbatos included— ended up in the house of lamentation, in your room watching the movies you starred in projected on the wall with popcorn buckets and snacks.

When you got home, it seemed eerily quiet, usually by this time someone would have been arguing. You peek your head into the living room—no one. ‘Perhaps they’re all just in their rooms?’ Was what you thought before you opened the door to your bedroom and were greeted with about a dozen eyes turning in your direction.

They all looked at you like deers in headlights as you stand in the doorframe of your own room, utterly confused.

‘We can explain—!’

Quickly escaped many of them as well as other statements along the lines of that. Though despite pleads, your eyes drift upward at the projected movie on the screen, one of your most popular. With a soft smile, mixed with confusion and delight you ask:

‘How did you guys even find this?’

UY, PHILIPPINES!!!🫢🫢

I was bored earlier so... have a sketch of Solomon that I made for Buwan ng Wika! [an annual celebration here in my country]

the quality is kind of off i know but wahoo!! first time posting my sketches on this account so yahh ;v;

Let me know if I should post more of my sketches!! <3