Aaa Thankyou So Much For The Tag @gtpgrima!

aaa thankyou so much for the tag @gtpgrima!💕💕

Rules: List your favourite character from 10 Different Fandom’s and tag 10 people

this is really difficult, i have too many favorites😂 but here we go, in no particular order:

shikamaru nara (naruto)

satan (obey me!)

kurapika (hunterxhunter)

aizawa shota (my hero academia)

toph beifong (avatar: the last airbender)

giyu tomioka (demon slayer)

hermione granger (harry potter)

glorfindel (the lord of the rings)

asra (the arcana)

captain marvel (marvel comics)

i’m tagging a few, hope you guys don’t mind👉👈 feel free to ignore this! @slimysnaildaddy @cynergy-laughter @belphies-pillow and anyone else who wants to join!💖

aaaah thank you sm for the tag @pigassaulty !! This was super hard to pick just 10 ;;;;;; (not in any particular order bc I wouldn’t get it done if I tried that)

Rules: List your favourite character from 10 Different Fandom’s and tag 10 people 

Hiyori Iki (Noragami)

Yato (Noragami)

Naruto Uzumaki (Naruto)

Haru Okumura (Persona 5)

Agumon (Digimon)

Kaladin Stormblessed (stormlight archives)

Czeslaw Meyer (Baccano)

Hideyoshi Nagachika (Tokyo Ghoul)

Itona Horibe (Assassination Classroom)

Bulma (Dragon ball)

I’ll tag @the-moon18 @singingdeepinme @goldenworldsabound @setzale @allieturs @fancy-knight-selfships + anyone else who sees this! I’ve tagged you >:3

Someone needs to kiss his forehead 🥺

Satan: There’s a strict “No Animals” policy in the House of Lamentation.

Satan: With the exception of Cerberus, Levi’s goldfish Henry 2.0, any and all smuggled stray cats, and Lucifer’s high horse which occasionally makes an appearance.

Asmodeus’s Favorite Scents

Or alternatively, what does Asmo smell in an Amortentia potion?

The smell of muted saffron and something smoky.

Ozone. Mint blue flames flickering in the shadows. Spices and sparks. Burning ice and something sweet on the edge of the coldness. The air charges with old magic, something dangerous brewing under the surface that sends him shuddering in anticipation.

Asmo is mostly neutral towards Solomon but he can't deny the rush he feels when Solomon summons him, when he practices his magic. After all, it's the reason Asmo agrees to a pact with him in the first place.

His magic is different, one-of-a-kind, and oh so powerful. He doesn’t think he’ll find anything else quite like this.

(Until you.

You keep surprising him, summoning him without a pact and with a greater magic than his current pact-holder. You're a mystery he wants to learn and, oh, how delicious your magic feels in his blood.

“I've made up my mind. Make a pact with me,” he says to you.)

A floral scent that he recognizes as the smell of roses.

It makes Asmo think of the perfume that he has only worn once after buying it because he doesn’t want to waste it. Of his favorite pair of earrings, pink diamonds resembling the shape of flowers. Of the roses in his room, flowing down the footboard of his bed and placed in glass vases.

(“The purple ones means enchantment and love at first sight,” Asmo says with a wink, when you ask him about their meanings, “and the pink roses means adoration and love, just like how the world adores me!”

Except you, he wants to say, you who never fall for his charms, you who he cannot command to love him.)

It makes him think of sketches of clothes he designs just for you, pages upon pages of breathtaking dresses that he thinks will suit your style. Of pink paint splattered on his hands.

"I didn’t know you could paint, Asmo. Would you ever consider painting me someday?" you ask, half-joking.

He would. He have. His last work in progress is a painting of you, surrounded by roses, pink ones, and he wonders what drove him to paint the golden halo around your head.

He never shows you the painting.

Something familiar and sweet, that smells like honey and vanilla.

Asmo feels as if he’s smelled this somewhere before.

Like the bakery he always goes to when he wants freshly baked Wicked Cupcakes, like his scented candles scattered around his room, like hugging you as tight as he can without hurting you and feeling your heartbeat against him and burying his nose in your hair and—

Oh.

He sits down, a growing pit in his stomach. The realization he may like you more than he likes to think he does hits him hard, and he has to admit that he has been thinking of you more than he thinks about himself.

He never imagined it would be this scary, loving someone.

Belphegor's Favorite Scents

or alternatively, what does Belphie smell in an Amortentia Potion?🤔

Ozone and petrichor, the rumble of thunder, raindrops hitting dry soil.

“I like the rain,” Lilith said to him once, when they were so much younger—the two of them wet from head to toe, laughing and stomping in puddles.

He didn't understand why she liked it so much, but he joined her in the rain anyway. They went home shivering and Lilith had started sneezing halfway there, but the bright smiles on their faces stopped Lucifer from lecturing them for too long.

“I like the rain,” Belphie says, millennia later, Lucifer frowning at him as he leaves wet tracks across the entrance hall carpet.

Lucifer opens his mouth only to close it again. There's something in his eyes, the same thing that is mirrored on his youngest brother's face. Because Belphie isn't the only brother that misses Lillith. Not the only one who looks at the rain like it'll bring their little sister back. Not the only one that has thunderstorms on the roof of his heart.

And so, Lucifer sighs and doesn't lecture him for too long.

He smells caramel and roasted peanuts and butter.

“You'll feel as if you're floating through a sparkling, amethyst-hued dream. A dream glimpsed while gazing into a glass of wine lit by the night sky.”

It's a memory, he dimly realizes, one he used to remember fondly.

The cold evening air. Bright lights and loud music. Children laughing. The applause of a crowd as an acrobat lands safely on the ground. A man flying in the air, hands reaching the trapezes.

Broken promises of bringing Beel and Lilith to see the next performance.

“I promise you, it will be something truly special, like a wonderful, fleeting vision granted to you by the magic of a shooting star.”

The memory feels too bittersweet now; the magic has left him.

The soothing scent of lavender and jasmine.

It reminds him of his visits to Devildom Botanical Garden, falling asleep on of the benches, surrounded by purple and white. He liked the smell, he said once to Lucifer. The next time he went to the planetarium, he saw the same purples and whites in glass vases and pots.

Now, he connects the smell to the stars. To the meteor showers and the bright moon and the two stars that shines close to each other.

“Those twin stars,” he says softly on the rare occasions when his twin joins him in stargazing, “they're our stars, Beel.”

And they'll keep talking all night, recounting constellations, lying down shoulder to shoulder, until both of them are lulled back to sleep by the floral fragrant.

You join Belphie on nights when sleep eludes you. He is wide awake though everytime you do and he finds himself preferring to gaze at you rather than the stars.

When you fall asleep next to him, he makes you dream of galaxies.

Beelzebub as JIN - DYNAMITE