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Im serious, I’m going to cry
I LOVE THIS SHOWS DESIGNS :D
they really work on details all around like the characters themselves put it together for real, and so there's all these neet little details that just have the character design part of my brain going monkey mode
apologies for quality (bc hbomax doesn't allow screenshots) but something you can't see in @dentpx 's batwheels!joker post is that his shoes have "ha ha ha" written all over the soles
reblog to be eaten by this thing
The boulder feels conflicted about fighting a blind, young girl
"So! The Old Iron caught you after all," chuckled Edward. "I'm sorry," whispered James. "Thank you for saving me. You were magnificent, Edward."
another redraw!! I had to repost this one after the alt text got deleted(?) so I touched it up a little before posting it again. I've also swapped the order so that the version that includes one of my fav head canons (the one by @/theflyingkipper about soot nosebleeds and smoke/steam breath) is below the cut!
Headcanon for bros' morning routines?
The Brothers and Their Morning Routine 🌅
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Lucifer
Despite how nice it is to wake up before the others, Lucifer isn't a morning person. But the call of duty doesn't offer him the luxury of sleeping in very often. Between Diavolo and his brothers, there's a lot he needs to prepare for.
Diavolo also likes to call for a chat first thing in the morning, so he naturally wakes up early. He's told the Demon Prince A THOUSAND TIMES to stop calling like that, but Diavolo insists that he likes "hearing his morning voice". It's annoying..
But Lucifer takes his morning prep slowly, brewing a cup of coffee for himself before he does anything else. He'll slowly drink it while reading the RAD newspaper. It's like a little slice of paradise, having the chance to relax.
And once that's finished, he washes up and brushes his teeth, making sure everything about his appearance is perfect before he dares to show himself.
He'll also take a bit of time to look over the work he has to do, maybe even taking a few papers down to the table with him. Now all he had to do was prepare his nerves for whatever shenanigans his brothers subjected him to for the day, and the headache that was bound to come from it.
Mammon
Mammon moves a lot in his sleep, so he's usually all tangled up in his bedsheets if he hasn't kicked them away completely. And there's the rare occurrence where he just falls out of bed-
Kinda sloppy, but who's graceful first thing in the morning? He peels himself out of bed yawning and scratching his stomach while he stumbles off to the bathroom.
He might not be as vain as Asmo, but he cares about his looks, too. A quick shower and a little bit of styling for his hair, and he'll be ready! Oh yeah, he's gotta brush his teeth too. Wait... he forgot to buy toothpaste!
It's probably fine.. He'll just borrow some of Levi's. It's not like he'll know. And some of his mouthwash, too. Maybe his hairbrush, since it's just laying there?
He either takes forever to get ready, or he's done at the speed of light. Either way, he's in a hurry to get down for breakfast because he knows Beel's got an eye for his plate! And he's gotta head out soon anyway. There's money to be made!
Levi
Not much of a morning person himself, but every morning is a blessing when he gets to wake up with his lovely Ruri-chan dakimakura in his arms 💕💕
That aside, he starts his day by giving Henry his breakfast. Only the best for his best friend! Then he'll check a couple of gaming forums for the latest news, and bases the day's schedule around that.
He's not really in a rush to get ready if it's not a school day. He's got plenty of snacks in his room in case Beel eats his breakfast, and he can always order something through DevilDash.
But still, he wants to freshen up a bit so he'll go for a shower, and brushes his teeth. Wait.. was there always so little toothpaste? He swore he just bought a tube last week! Well, whatever.
If he chooses to eat with everyone else (or Lucifer forces him to), he's always in a hurry. He's wasting so much time! The schedule of an otaku isn't one that should be taken lightly! Do you know how much level grinding he could be doing right now?!
Satan
Satan has a tendency to pull all-nighters when he just can't bring himself to put a book down, so he usually looks ROUGH. I'm talking messy hair, bags under his eyes, looking like he just got beat up by his bed.
And he's not a morning person despite usually waking up the earliest, so it's best not to make eye contact until after he's finished getting ready. He's stomping around, irritably making his bed and getting his clothes ready for the day.
But after he's showered and gotten dressed, his mood has significantly improved. And since it's still early, he has time to brew some peppermint tea and read a book by the window.
It's nice to wake up before everyone else, so he can have some peace and quiet before the idiocy begins.
But the quiet also gives him a chance to consider the day's schedule. What new prank could he harass Lucifer with today? He’d been looking into cursing Lucifer's coffee mug, so whatever liquid was poured into it would turn into vinegar. Maybe he should try it out?
Asmo
When he wakes up, he removes his silk eye mask and pulls the scrunchy out of his hair, blinking away the sleep from his eyes. What, you thought he woke up like a Disney princess? That's only when he's got company, love ❤️
Asmo's got the world's longest morning routine. He draws a bath and pours in some oils to help invigorate him and wake him up. Slathers on a green tea and mint face mask, pops on the cucumbers, and lets the water soothe away his worries ~
Until Mammon bangs on his door to shout that "Lucifer says to hurry it up!" So annoying! Don't they know it takes careful preparation to take care of so much perfection??
Still, he doesn't want Beel to eat his breakfast, so he's gotta speed it up. He's used to getting ready in a pinch, even if he's not happy about it
Carefully picks out is outfits for the day while he lets the curlers in his hair do their job, and viola! Now he's ready to grace his family with his lovely presence! If you wanna take pictures, make sure you get his good side. Who's he kidding, EVERY side is his good side!
Beel
He wakes up disappointed sometimes, usually because he was just enjoying a wonderful dream about eating a mountain of delicious food!
....Only to pull the remains of his half-eaten pillow out of his mouth. What a waste... that endless pancake stack was heavenly...But there's no time to mope around. The sooner he gets up, the sooner he can get downstairs for breakfast.
He starts his morning by taking a shower while holding back the urge to eat the bar of soap he's using. Beel specifically makes sure he doesn't choose anything that smells TOO good, or he'll give in and gobble it up.
Brushes his teeth as well as he can so his food will taste twice as good! After that is usually when he goes to wake Belphie up, dragging his twin into the bathroom so he can help him dry his hair once he's done showering.
He can't eat well without Belphie, so he makes sure he's all cleaned up and ready for breakfast before he goes down, carrying his brother if he has to. Ah, and he should probably head out later to buy another pillow.
Belphie
Haha. "Morning" routine. I think you mean "noon or later" routine. That is, when Beel lets him sleep in. Otherwise he's being woken up and carried off to the bathroom, where he's forced to take a shower against his will...
And he takes LONG showers. Mostly because the warm water lulls him right back to sleep... while he's standing up. Isn't that a little dangerous?
Once he's out, he leaves it to Beel to dry his hair while he lazily brushes his teeth. Isn't all this morning care a little excessive? Who's even this energetic first thing in the morning? What a pain...
Doesn't even bother to make his bed. He'll be back in it in a few minutes anyway, so there's no point. He coaxes Beel into carrying him down the stairs (which Lucifer scolds them both for) and tries his best to keep his eyes open for breakfast.
Those pancakes... aren't they TOO fluffy looking? Almost like a pillow.... ah..goodnight...
Pacts - Mammon x MC
Part one of ? Read Part two here
No tw so far! I’ll update if this changes
This also contains my personal headcannons of where MC’s pact mark locations are, none of it is cannon <3
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Mammon absolutely hated your pact mark location at first.
Standing with you in the kitchen, absolutely humiliated, forced to his knees just to get his precious goldie back from the hands of Diavolo’s new pet- the one he had to unfortunate luck of having to look after. The confusion he felt once he looked up, wiping the frustrated tears beginning to form in his eyes, when he couldn’t see the pact on you; but he can feel it clear as day. There was no mistaking it, he was now bound to you, whether he liked it or not. “Whatever”, he thought to himself, “s’probably somewhere under their sleeve, or their arm or somethin’ stupid”. It didn’t matter to him, all that mattered to him was the piece of plastic in your grip that was now being passed over to him.
Yes!
“Now, I command you to pay Levi back what you owe him.”
Fuck!
A few days and a few draining shifts at Hell’s Kitchen later to save up enough to pay back his younger brother at the command of the new pain in his ass, it finally occurs to Mammon that he could now feel new sensations, specifically feelings that weren’t his own, and he comes to the conclusion that he has you to thank for this unwanted connection. His heart pulls at your loneliness when you lock yourself away in the guest room, scared of your new home and dejected by those around you. He feels himself become homesick for the human realm, a place he’d never regard as ‘home’ considering the amount of money grubbing witches after his wallet residing there. He feels his heartbeat speed up in tandem with yours every time you’re together. He’s not sure what to make of that one.
It doesn’t take long- a week at most, until he’s knocking on your door with enough force you’d think he’d bowl it down. You open the door with wild eyes, not sure who’d be bothering to visit you at this hour. The familiar race in your chest begins when you lock eyes with him. He can’t keep his own on you for long, finding the silence and the tension unbearable.
“Yo!”
“H-hey Mammon.”
“…”
“…”
“I think I left my charger in here earlier, better check for it.”
“Oh. I can grab it for yo-”
“NO! N-nah, I mean I can come in n get it myself, ‘m not stupid.”
“I..never said you were?”
“J-just lemme in!”
Mammon pushes past you and walks into your room, trying to seem nonchalant as he pick up blankets and shoves them aside, kicking up clothes in pursuit of his charger. He’s not surprised to find it where he strategically left it after your TSL marathon last night. He grabs it with the fingers of one hand, looping his thumbs into his pockets before turning back around to face you.
“Listen…if ya scared of Levi-”
“I’m not..”
“Or any of my brother for that matter…I could…ya know, look out for ya…”
“Aren’t you already supposed to be doing that?”
You cock your eyebrow at him, whether in suspicion or bemusement he’s not too sure. Why was this so hard to get out?
“Very funny. What I’m tryin’ to say is I could stay with ya! To.. ya know… make you less…scared…”
“You want to stay in my room? Like, a sleepover?”
Okay. Now it’s definitely bemusement. He can feel the heat rising up to his cheeks, his shoulders tensing up and back as he prepares for dejection, to be laughed at. What was he doing in the first place? He was just trying to find a way to get these feelings to stop, to stop feeling this weird psychic like connection he now had to your human mood swings. And he figured the best way to do that was to ask to stay with you? Overnight? IN YOUR ROOM? ALONE?!?
With the implications now hitting the second born straight in the face, a flurry of words begin to fly out of his mouth at a rapid pace. He’s clamoring to bring the conversation back to normalcy, throwing in a few insults just to be sure, and doing what he does best: backpedaling! But that stupid face on your face makes it hard to form a coherent reasoning as to why he wouldn’t want to be caught dead hanging out with the human, and that rapid thump, thump, thumping in his chest that he’s sure is somehow your fault is too distraction to overlook, and oh fuck you’re opening your mouth to speak-
“Sure.”
“I mean it’s not like I’d WANT to stay in here with ya! In fact, think of it like a favor- or better yet, a service! I don’t work for fr- wait. Did you say sure?”
“Sure. I could use some company. Honestly I’ve been pretty lonely since I got here.”
The demon finds himself too stunned to speak. It takes a giggle from you to break him out of his trance.
“Yeah. Yeah! I mean, I’m The Great Mammon, who wouldn’t wanna chill with me! Just don’t tell my brothers I was hangin’ around ya!”
“Yeah, I got it. The whole never wanna be caught with the weak, “fragile human” thing.”
You pause and he notices how your face briefly falls before you catch yourself. He not sure what to make of that one. But he knows you feel a little hurt. Because he can feel it too.
“So.. wanna watch a movie?”
One and a half stale comedy movies later and the second born is finding it increasingly hard to keep his eyes open. He knows you feel it too as he glances over at your slumped form. Your eyes may be staring dead ahead at the tv set, but he knows you aren’t absorbing a single word being said. It takes him a few tries to grab your attention.
“Oi…Oi!”
You jump, startled at the voice coming next to you. You slowly rotate towards them, blinking a few times and stifling a yawn.
“You oughta lay down. Ya look like you’re about to pass out.”
“I suppose you’re right. I’m going to change into pajamas. Did you bring any?”
Mammon shakes his head, “Nah, I gotta run back to my room ‘n change. I’ll be right back.”
You give a nod before disappearing into the bathroom. Mammon stretches before standing and making his way out the door. He figures his usual bedtime attire would get him a swift slap to the face, so he opts to go to sleep clothed tonight, it being your room and all.
His usual swagger has become lose and hazy as he walks back into your room, adorned in sweatpants and a hoodie he’d managed to swipe off his floor. He doesn’t bother knocking as he grips the handle, throwing your door open and shutting it behind him and while staring down at his D.D.D.
“So, ya want me to take the couch or w-WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?”
His phone clatters to the ground as his eyes grow in shock.
“What! What do you mean?!”, you ask, glancing down at yourself to frantically locate what could possibly pull that kind of reaction out of the second born. The straps of your tank top allowed for much more skin to show than what Mammon was used to seeing from you, but surely that couldn’t be the cause of his concern.
“T-That! Ya didn’t tell me you had a huge tattoo on yer chest!”
Your eyes travel down to the scooped neck line and thin strap that adorned your body. That’s when it dawns on you - he’s never actually seen this before. The mark that you’ve seen everyday since that day in the kitchen. Since you traded Mammon his credit line for his free will.
“Oh that. I..I think that’s yours?”
“MINE!? WHADDYA MEAN MINE?!”
“It kinda showed up after that day in the kitchen. Where we did the kneeling thing in the circle?”
“My pact mark?! O-over top your heart!? Nuh-uh, no way. This can’t be happening.”
It was clear to see Mammon was in full blown panic mode, but as to why would be anyone’s guess.
“Well uh, I don’t remember sitting down to get a big ass tattoo of some kind of…crest? I don’t know, look at it, see for yourself.”
“Q-QUIT PULLIN’ YA SHIRT DOWN!”
Mammon practically runs across the room, shielding his eyes with one hand while grappling with you to leave your shirt alone with the other.
“Hey! I didn’t choose to put it there! Did you?”
“OI! OF COURSE NOT!”
“Stop screaming and tell me if it’s yours!”
Though his mind doesn’t want to, his eyes automatically look downwards towards the exposed area of your chest. There’s no mistaking it. He’d know his mark anywhere, he knows it like the back of his hand. The mark of his greed. The same mark that lay right over your heart. His mark. He takes a sharp breath in. It glows a bright, blinding golden shine. He feels his heart beginning to speed up once more.
Shit.
Mammon bolts out of your room.
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Ever since that occurrence, the second born has made himself as scarce as he possibly could be from your life. It’s not like Mammon could just neglect his duties as your watch dog, Lucifer would have his head if he did, and he fails to see how there’s any coming back from a punishment fit for “failing Lord Diavolo”. A shiver runs down his spine at the thought.
It was simple really, if he didn’t overthink it. Walk the human to and from R.A.D, make sure they’re not gettin’ picked on, NEVER talk about what happened last week and ALWAYS deflect if they brought it up. And Of COURSE you’d bring it up. Stupid humans and their inability to know when to just leave it alone.
It happens the first time he walks you to class after the fact. You didn’t run after him when he ran. Not surprising, he thought. “Musta thought they did somethin’ wrong”, he reflected alone, but then again, you did, didn’t you? You must have done something to make his mark, his crest, his claim fall perfectly atop the left side of your chest.
“Sooooo… are you gonna tell me why you ran away off the other night? If my shoulders were that spooky, I could have put on a t-shirt, you know.”
“I dunno what yer talkin’ about.”
The second born’s steely concentration remains aimed down at his D.D.D, where he currently typed furiously arguing with his brothers in the house’s group chat.
“Okay, so it’s not my shoulders. Was it these bad boys? You know, us humans can be pretty scary”, you grunt, drawing out the last words while flexing what little muscle you had in a teasing manner in an attempt to lighten the mood. Unfortunately for your dignity, Mammon doesn’t even throw a glance your way. “Uh huh, yea”, he mumbles, fingers continuing to fly across his keyboard.
Wanting to know what conversation he found so enthralling, you decide to slip your own D.D.D out of your pocket, clicking on the group chat notifications you’ve been receiving.
Leviathan: Ugh, I can’t believe I have to attend class today in person. I feel like such a normie.
Satan: Good. Maybe you’ll start to leave your room more often and stop being such a shut in.
Leviathan: Hey! If anyones a shut in lately, it’s Mammon! I’ve barely seen him at all this week! Every time I try to talk to him he says “he’s busy” and to “leave him alone”.
Lucifer: Interesting. Mammon, care to explain why you’re so busy?
Mammon: I’m not up to nothin’, I swear! I’m just studyin’ is all.
Asmodeus: Aww, are you too busy playing with your new human that you don’t have time for your own brothers?
Mammon: Shuddup! I’m watchin’ over them and that’s that.
Asmodeus: Don’t play dumb with us, Mammon <3 Levi told us all about what went down in the kitchen.
Mammon: LEVI! I SWEAR TA FATH- I DONT KNOW WHAT I SWEAR TO BUT IM GONNA KILL YA’
Beelzebub: Kitchen….
Mammon: BEEL YER NOT HELPING!
Satan: Did you really expect you could hide a newly form pact from us? The exchange student is absolutely radiating with your power now.
Asmodeus: Aw, I wanna make the human radiate too!
Mammon: I had no choice okay! They practically blackmailed me into it!
Leviathan: You could have said no, if you weren’t such a money grubbing scumbag.
Mammon: Hey! Goldie belongs to ME! I had to get her back no matter the cost.
Lucifer: That also sounds rather interesting. Mammon, care to explain?
Mammon: EEP!
Asmodeus: What I find rather interesting is that pact! I want all the details! Like, what did their face look like when you formed it? Was their mouth open? What sounds did they make? Did they sound like moans? Were they more beautiful than mine?
Mammon: Like I’m tellin’ ya any of that!
Asmodeus: Ooo I know! Where did the pact sigil form? <3
Finding the conversation now centering all around you, you decide to speak for yourself.
MC: On my chest. It sits a bit over my heart.
Mammon’s head shoots up to look at you, expression a mix of terror and shock. It was almost as if he forgot you were also apart of this conversation.
“Wha-WHY’D YA GO AND TELL EM’ THAT!”
“C-cause it’s the truth? Is it supposed to be a secret? They said they already knew?”
“Not about the pact! About the chest thing! About the h-heart thing!”
Suddenly your D.D.Ds notifications both start blaring at the same time, notifications buzzing much faster than they had before.
Asmodeus: Ooo Mammon ~ very bold of you <3
Leviathan: Eww gross… Are you kidding me? You guys met like what, not even three weeks ago?
Satan: I do have to say given the implications, that does seem very sudden.
You decide being the center talk of the HOL’s tabloid was not for you. If Mammon wasn’t going to give you answers, you were going to get them one way or another out of one of these boys.
MC: What ‘implications’?
“That’s it!”
You jump as you hear Mammon speak up next to you, reaching over to yank your D.D.D put of your hands and holding it over your head. You jump up and try to grab it from his grasp, but it’s not use.
“Hey! Give that back!”
“Nun-uh. Ya too distracted and at this rate we’re gonna be late.”
“Since when have you ever cared about being late?”
“Since Lucifer threatened to skin me alive if I don’t deliver ya to school on time. Now c’mon, let’s get goin’.”
Mammon slips his arm out of one strap of his bag and maneuvers it around to his front, unzipping a pocket and dropping your D.D.D inside.
“But, what if I need it for something? Like, an emergency!”
“Ya don’t need it. Ya got me remember. Don’t know how ya could forget with that big ass blemish on yer chest.” Though he mumbles the last part under his breath, it was just enough for you to hear.
“You…you think it’s a blemish?”, you ask, not feigning to hide the disappointment in your voice.
Oh no. Oh fuck. He can feel it again. That rapid beat beat beating of your heart, and the rising sadness beginning to bubble in your stomach.
“That’s not what I meant,” Mammon starts, but before he can finish the words are already leaving your mouth.
“You know, thanks for walking me, but I think I forgot something at HOL. I can find my own way back.”
“MC, wait!”
Now it was your turn to bolt away from him.
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Pacts - Mammon x MC
Part one of ? Read Part two here
No tw so far! I’ll update if this changes
This also contains my personal headcannons of where MC’s pact mark locations are, none of it is cannon <3
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Mammon absolutely hated your pact mark location at first.
Standing with you in the kitchen, absolutely humiliated, forced to his knees just to get his precious goldie back from the hands of Diavolo’s new pet- the one he had to unfortunate luck of having to look after. The confusion he felt once he looked up, wiping the frustrated tears beginning to form in his eyes, when he couldn’t see the pact on you; but he can feel it clear as day. There was no mistaking it, he was now bound to you, whether he liked it or not. “Whatever”, he thought to himself, “s’probably somewhere under their sleeve, or their arm or somethin’ stupid”. It didn’t matter to him, all that mattered to him was the piece of plastic in your grip that was now being passed over to him.
Yes!
“Now, I command you to pay Levi back what you owe him.”
Fuck!
A few days and a few draining shifts at Hell’s Kitchen later to save up enough to pay back his younger brother at the command of the new pain in his ass, it finally occurs to Mammon that he could now feel new sensations, specifically feelings that weren’t his own, and he comes to the conclusion that he has you to thank for this unwanted connection. His heart pulls at your loneliness when you lock yourself away in the guest room, scared of your new home and dejected by those around you. He feels himself become homesick for the human realm, a place he’d never regard as ‘home’ considering the amount of money grubbing witches after his wallet residing there. He feels his heartbeat speed up in tandem with yours every time you’re together. He’s not sure what to make of that one.
It doesn’t take long- a week at most, until he’s knocking on your door with enough force you’d think he’d bowl it down. You open the door with wild eyes, not sure who’d be bothering to visit you at this hour. The familiar race in your chest begins when you lock eyes with him. He can’t keep his own on you for long, finding the silence and the tension unbearable.
“Yo!”
“H-hey Mammon.”
“…”
“…”
“I think I left my charger in here earlier, better check for it.”
“Oh. I can grab it for yo-”
“NO! N-nah, I mean I can come in n get it myself, ‘m not stupid.”
“I..never said you were?”
“J-just lemme in!”
Mammon pushes past you and walks into your room, trying to seem nonchalant as he pick up blankets and shoves them aside, kicking up clothes in pursuit of his charger. He’s not surprised to find it where he strategically left it after your TSL marathon last night. He grabs it with the fingers of one hand, looping his thumbs into his pockets before turning back around to face you.
“Listen…if ya scared of Levi-”
“I’m not..”
“Or any of my brother for that matter…I could…ya know, look out for ya…”
“Aren’t you already supposed to be doing that?”
You cock your eyebrow at him, whether in suspicion or bemusement he’s not too sure. Why was this so hard to get out?
“Very funny. What I’m tryin’ to say is I could stay with ya! To.. ya know… make you less…scared…”
“You want to stay in my room? Like, a sleepover?”
Okay. Now it’s definitely bemusement. He can feel the heat rising up to his cheeks, his shoulders tensing up and back as he prepares for dejection, to be laughed at. What was he doing in the first place? He was just trying to find a way to get these feelings to stop, to stop feeling this weird psychic like connection he now had to your human mood swings. And he figured the best way to do that was to ask to stay with you? Overnight? IN YOUR ROOM? ALONE?!?
With the implications now hitting the second born straight in the face, a flurry of words begin to fly out of his mouth at a rapid pace. He’s clamoring to bring the conversation back to normalcy, throwing in a few insults just to be sure, and doing what he does best: backpedaling! But that stupid face on your face makes it hard to form a coherent reasoning as to why he wouldn’t want to be caught dead hanging out with the human, and that rapid thump, thump, thumping in his chest that he’s sure is somehow your fault is too distraction to overlook, and oh fuck you’re opening your mouth to speak-
“Sure.”
“I mean it’s not like I’d WANT to stay in here with ya! In fact, think of it like a favor- or better yet, a service! I don’t work for fr- wait. Did you say sure?”
“Sure. I could use some company. Honestly I’ve been pretty lonely since I got here.”
The demon finds himself too stunned to speak. It takes a giggle from you to break him out of his trance.
“Yeah. Yeah! I mean, I’m The Great Mammon, who wouldn’t wanna chill with me! Just don’t tell my brothers I was hangin’ around ya!”
“Yeah, I got it. The whole never wanna be caught with the weak, “fragile human” thing.”
You pause and he notices how your face briefly falls before you catch yourself. He not sure what to make of that one. But he knows you feel a little hurt. Because he can feel it too.
“So.. wanna watch a movie?”
One and a half stale comedy movies later and the second born is finding it increasingly hard to keep his eyes open. He knows you feel it too as he glances over at your slumped form. Your eyes may be staring dead ahead at the tv set, but he knows you aren’t absorbing a single word being said. It takes him a few tries to grab your attention.
“Oi…Oi!”
You jump, startled at the voice coming next to you. You slowly rotate towards them, blinking a few times and stifling a yawn.
“You oughta lay down. Ya look like you’re about to pass out.”
“I suppose you’re right. I’m going to change into pajamas. Did you bring any?”
Mammon shakes his head, “Nah, I gotta run back to my room ‘n change. I’ll be right back.”
You give a nod before disappearing into the bathroom. Mammon stretches before standing and making his way out the door. He figures his usual bedtime attire would get him a swift slap to the face, so he opts to go to sleep clothed tonight, it being your room and all.
His usual swagger has become lose and hazy as he walks back into your room, adorned in sweatpants and a hoodie he’d managed to swipe off his floor. He doesn’t bother knocking as he grips the handle, throwing your door open and shutting it behind him and while staring down at his D.D.D.
“So, ya want me to take the couch or w-WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?”
His phone clatters to the ground as his eyes grow in shock.
“What! What do you mean?!”, you ask, glancing down at yourself to frantically locate what could possibly pull that kind of reaction out of the second born. The straps of your tank top allowed for much more skin to show than what Mammon was used to seeing from you, but surely that couldn’t be the cause of his concern.
“T-That! Ya didn’t tell me you had a huge tattoo on yer chest!”
Your eyes travel down to the scooped neck line and thin strap that adorned your body. That’s when it dawns on you - he’s never actually seen this before. The mark that you’ve seen everyday since that day in the kitchen. Since you traded Mammon his credit line for his free will.
“Oh that. I..I think that’s yours?”
“MINE!? WHADDYA MEAN MINE?!”
“It kinda showed up after that day in the kitchen. Where we did the kneeling thing in the circle?”
“My pact mark?! O-over top your heart!? Nuh-uh, no way. This can’t be happening.”
It was clear to see Mammon was in full blown panic mode, but as to why would be anyone’s guess.
“Well uh, I don’t remember sitting down to get a big ass tattoo of some kind of…crest? I don’t know, look at it, see for yourself.”
“Q-QUIT PULLIN’ YA SHIRT DOWN!”
Mammon practically runs across the room, shielding his eyes with one hand while grappling with you to leave your shirt alone with the other.
“Hey! I didn’t choose to put it there! Did you?”
“OI! OF COURSE NOT!”
“Stop screaming and tell me if it’s yours!”
Though his mind doesn’t want to, his eyes automatically look downwards towards the exposed area of your chest. There’s no mistaking it. He’d know his mark anywhere, he knows it like the back of his hand. The mark of his greed. The same mark that lay right over your heart. His mark. He takes a sharp breath in. It glows a bright, blinding golden shine. He feels his heart beginning to speed up once more.
Shit.
Mammon bolts out of your room.
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Ever since that occurrence, the second born has made himself as scarce as he possibly could be from your life. It’s not like Mammon could just neglect his duties as your watch dog, Lucifer would have his head if he did, and he fails to see how there’s any coming back from a punishment fit for “failing Lord Diavolo”. A shiver runs down his spine at the thought.
It was simple really, if he didn’t overthink it. Walk the human to and from R.A.D, make sure they’re not gettin’ picked on, NEVER talk about what happened last week and ALWAYS deflect if they brought it up. And Of COURSE you’d bring it up. Stupid humans and their inability to know when to just leave it alone.
It happens the first time he walks you to class after the fact. You didn’t run after him when he ran. Not surprising, he thought. “Musta thought they did somethin’ wrong”, he reflected alone, but then again, you did, didn’t you? You must have done something to make his mark, his crest, his claim fall perfectly atop the left side of your chest.
“Sooooo… are you gonna tell me why you ran away off the other night? If my shoulders were that spooky, I could have put on a t-shirt, you know.”
“I dunno what yer talkin’ about.”
The second born’s steely concentration remains aimed down at his D.D.D, where he currently typed furiously arguing with his brothers in the house’s group chat.
“Okay, so it’s not my shoulders. Was it these bad boys? You know, us humans can be pretty scary”, you grunt, drawing out the last words while flexing what little muscle you had in a teasing manner in an attempt to lighten the mood. Unfortunately for your dignity, Mammon doesn’t even throw a glance your way. “Uh huh, yea”, he mumbles, fingers continuing to fly across his keyboard.
Wanting to know what conversation he found so enthralling, you decide to slip your own D.D.D out of your pocket, clicking on the group chat notifications you’ve been receiving.
Leviathan: Ugh, I can’t believe I have to attend class today in person. I feel like such a normie.
Satan: Good. Maybe you’ll start to leave your room more often and stop being such a shut in.
Leviathan: Hey! If anyones a shut in lately, it’s Mammon! I’ve barely seen him at all this week! Every time I try to talk to him he says “he’s busy” and to “leave him alone”.
Lucifer: Interesting. Mammon, care to explain why you’re so busy?
Mammon: I’m not up to nothin’, I swear! I’m just studyin’ is all.
Asmodeus: Aww, are you too busy playing with your new human that you don’t have time for your own brothers?
Mammon: Shuddup! I’m watchin’ over them and that’s that.
Asmodeus: Don’t play dumb with us, Mammon <3 Levi told us all about what went down in the kitchen.
Mammon: LEVI! I SWEAR TA FATH- I DONT KNOW WHAT I SWEAR TO BUT IM GONNA KILL YA’
Beelzebub: Kitchen….
Mammon: BEEL YER NOT HELPING!
Satan: Did you really expect you could hide a newly form pact from us? The exchange student is absolutely radiating with your power now.
Asmodeus: Aw, I wanna make the human radiate too!
Mammon: I had no choice okay! They practically blackmailed me into it!
Leviathan: You could have said no, if you weren’t such a money grubbing scumbag.
Mammon: Hey! Goldie belongs to ME! I had to get her back no matter the cost.
Lucifer: That also sounds rather interesting. Mammon, care to explain?
Mammon: EEP!
Asmodeus: What I find rather interesting is that pact! I want all the details! Like, what did their face look like when you formed it? Was their mouth open? What sounds did they make? Did they sound like moans? Were they more beautiful than mine?
Mammon: Like I’m tellin’ ya any of that!
Asmodeus: Ooo I know! Where did the pact sigil form? <3
Finding the conversation now centering all around you, you decide to speak for yourself.
MC: On my chest. It sits a bit over my heart.
Mammon’s head shoots up to look at you, expression a mix of terror and shock. It was almost as if he forgot you were also apart of this conversation.
“Wha-WHY’D YA GO AND TELL EM’ THAT!”
“C-cause it’s the truth? Is it supposed to be a secret? They said they already knew?”
“Not about the pact! About the chest thing! About the h-heart thing!”
Suddenly your D.D.Ds notifications both start blaring at the same time, notifications buzzing much faster than they had before.
Asmodeus: Ooo Mammon ~ very bold of you <3
Leviathan: Eww gross… Are you kidding me? You guys met like what, not even three weeks ago?
Satan: I do have to say given the implications, that does seem very sudden.
You decide being the center talk of the HOL’s tabloid was not for you. If Mammon wasn’t going to give you answers, you were going to get them one way or another out of one of these boys.
MC: What ‘implications’?
“That’s it!”
You jump as you hear Mammon speak up next to you, reaching over to yank your D.D.D put of your hands and holding it over your head. You jump up and try to grab it from his grasp, but it’s not use.
“Hey! Give that back!”
“Nun-uh. Ya too distracted and at this rate we’re gonna be late.”
“Since when have you ever cared about being late?”
“Since Lucifer threatened to skin me alive if I don’t deliver ya to school on time. Now c’mon, let’s get goin’.”
Mammon slips his arm out of one strap of his bag and maneuvers it around to his front, unzipping a pocket and dropping your D.D.D inside.
“But, what if I need it for something? Like, an emergency!”
“Ya don’t need it. Ya got me remember. Don’t know how ya could forget with that big ass blemish on yer chest.” Though he mumbles the last part under his breath, it was just enough for you to hear.
“You…you think it’s a blemish?”, you ask, not feigning to hide the disappointment in your voice.
Oh no. Oh fuck. He can feel it again. That rapid beat beat beating of your heart, and the rising sadness beginning to bubble in your stomach.
“That’s not what I meant,” Mammon starts, but before he can finish the words are already leaving your mouth.
“You know, thanks for walking me, but I think I forgot something at HOL. I can find my own way back.”
“MC, wait!”
Now it was your turn to bolt away from him.
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Big spoilers!! Aww is Charlie gonna be a baby Dad? 🥺 I hope Pim will help too 😭 this is too much for my heart 💛🩷
Why does the boss’s son look like a charpim lovechild
Rare officially licensed 2004 Luigi plush. These plushes have a common manufacturing defect whereby Luigi's left eye (viewer's right) will be lower than it should be, creating a lopsided appearance.
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So I watched that episode of Our Flag Means Death where Ed finds the bunny and thinks it's a wolf and thought, what if Remus was a wererabbit and Sirius had no idea? Anyways, have a drabble.
Here I Am (a rabbit-hearted boy)
Hogwarts Era. 654 words. Wererabbit Remus. G.
Remus' floppy ears twitch unhappily. He had been so careful—so careful not to let his friends see the monster he becomes every full moon. He thought he was sneaky, when he made his way out of the castle before dinner—after the other boys had already left for the Great Hall, but here is Sirius, standing above him with wide eyes. He'd seen the whole thing, the whole transformation—running into the clearing before Remus could even shout at him to stop. Before his body bent and twisted violently into a monster. Remus' tiny body shakes in fear. Finally, after an impossibly long moment, Sirius seems to come back to himself. "R—Remus? Are you—you're a werewolf?" …I'm a what now?
"I thought maybe you were upset about Snape ruining your Potions final when you didn’t follow us down to dinner, so I came back to find you and saw you sneak out of the castle. I decided to follow you, but I didn't think...Oh my God. You're so...so...cute." Remus' nose twitches in a way that he thinks sufficiently expresses his shock and distaste. He’s not cute. He’s fearsome! An abomination! Sirius, unafraid, crouches down and strokes a gentle hand over the tawny fur on his back. Okay, well Remus doesn't hate that. Sirius scratches behind one floppy ear, and it makes Remus’ back foot twitch. Sirius smiles. "Are you a friend, wolf? Merlin, wait til I tell James about this! Our Moony—a real bloody werewolf!" and then as quickly as he’d appeared, he's gone, running off back toward the castle. It's just as well, Remus is dangerous like this. As much as he would love some company on the moons, one bite is all it would take and he could turn Sirius, too. He couldn't live with himself. Remus has just finished snacking on some grass, and is just about to hop into the underbrush to play chase with the rabbits of the Forest, when Sirius comes running back, this time with James in tow. Great. "See James! That's Remus, he's a werewolf!" James, who is bent over trying to catch his breath, looks up at him like he's stupid. "That's a rabbit, Sirius." "No...I saw him transform—that’s Remus. He's a werewolf." "At best that's a wererabbit." He looks down at Remus, his face twisted in thought. "Sorry Remus, just a sec. Sirius—" he looks back up at the other boy, pinching the bridge of his nose. “—have you ever actually seen a rabbit before?" "Well, not precisely...Grimmauld is in the middle of London, not exactly teeming with rabbits and the like." "Babbity Rabbity? Surely you've read Babbity Rabbity at least." "I'm pretty sure Babbity Rabbity would never make it into the Black family library. Not macabre enough." James sighs. "Okay well, I’m telling you that's a rabbit." James points down at him, and Remus twitches his nose, hoping it conveys how tired he is. Sirius stomps his feet, insistent. “But his last name is Lupin, not Lapin! He's Wolfie McWolf, not Bunny McRabbit!” “I’m pretty sure his name has nothing to do with which were-animal decided to take a chunk out of him, Sirius!” Remus tries to hop away while they’re fighting, but Sirius spots him and scoops him up into his arms. “Oh no you don’t! Come on Remus, I’ll sneak you back into the castle—get you something to munch on. What do rabbits eat, anyway? Hay? Flowers?” Human flesh. “They eat grass and, like, carrots. Good call though, better get him inside before an actual wolf spots him. Come on, Remus.” And that’s how Remus finds himself, a few hours later, in a soft bed, snuggled under the covers with Sirius’ hand gently resting on his furry back. He supposes being found out isn’t so bad, and if he wakes up in the morning—human again, Sirius spooning against his back, he thinks that might actually be even better.
Echo doesn't think- he just acts and plucks the dented mug of caf out of Cal's hands. The utter look of betrayal the vod'ika gives him only makes him chug the caf. “It will stunt your growth,” he explains while handing the empty mug back after he is done. The caf had an acidic burn that his mouth isn't going to forget anytime soon. Really, he had saved the tiny clone.
Cal glares down at the empty mug. His fingers flex against the edges, knuckles going white.
“I'm not a kid,” Cal finally announces, looking up at Echo.
“Yeah? I am.”
Edgin: Xenk, what are we to each other?
Xenk: What do you mean?
Edgin: I mean… We just had sex. What are we to each other?
Xenk: We’re gay for each other, of course. What else would we be?
Edgin:
I found a really cute hentai!That felt weird to say AJNSSJK but it’s called “Mori no Kuma-san Toumin-chuu” on hanime.tv!
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Okay I just kinda need to share this-
I caught this little one a few weeks ago, and I can't get over how cute it is! It's adorable <3