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apas-95 · 5 months
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bunny wrapped
you ate 13 cables this year
you thumped 2,461 times
you hopped a total of 4,109,013 meters
your highest binky was 76 centimeters
you spent 481 hours flopped
you blinked 3 times
you ate 15,021 grams of hay
your favourite food was carpet
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ratchetsfataft · 13 days
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I'll be so serious guys, I miss halloween.
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saintmisu · 5 months
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yes baby boy phantom
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sunwhispers · 9 months
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eeveecord at 25
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elixyzlio · 30 days
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Hear me out
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nicolasisntwild · 18 days
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I just wanna RRGGRGRGGR (GRABS)
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junijupi · 10 months
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VENOM 3 IS OFFICIALLY FILMING LETS GO
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seashoreships · 6 months
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Mootie on Twitter asked for this one,,,..
They’re kinda cute
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metrixnos · 1 year
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Technoblade 👍
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staarri · 1 month
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— character(s) are assumed to be in a romantic relationship with the reader
small little c. friend! rafayel & reader drabble 🫶
Having RAFAYEL as your childhood bestfriend is something like asking for chaotic summers, ruined promposals, and a very special, totally necessary bodyguard. (he claims that you will never know if that person will hurt you or not) Either way, you’ve never really hated his presence—so why bother changing the tradition? Everytime you meet someone new, they always know Rafayel. His name, his career, his age, his pieces, everything about him.
Don’t you think that maybe you like your little friend a bit more than your date?
Thats how they always feel. So obviously, you take time off your day and ring the doorbell. He greets you with a smile and teases you for “missing him so soon” to which you reply with “I dont, get out of my way.”
You explain your problem at hand, you’re driving people away by mentioning Rafayel. Then you continue to say its his fault for having a successful career, or being so attractive that it makes them jealous, or the two of you being more than friends but less than lovers—always less than lovers! Through your ranting, you fail to notice that sly smile creep on his face.
“It sounds like you’re obsessed with me.” He says, crossing his arms, pretending to be the thinker.
“What even gave you that idea?” Shaking your head, you give him a playful punch. “We both swore off love as a kid. You and I said we would never fall inlove with each other.”
“I had my fingers crossed, and it seems like theres a chance my wish will come true this time.”
“Rafayel—what is going on with your head today?”
He smiles, standing up and getting his paintbrush on hand again.
“If you’ll excuse me, I’ll be continuing my painting now. You’re free to leave.” He winks at you before turning his back.
How odd.
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hyperfixat · 1 year
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Yandere Lucifer (the brothers are also here and in love but we aren’t terribly focused on them.) ABSOLUTELY NOT BETA READ ‼️
more under cut :p .. ~2.2k words
pt2
Lucifer who lets you in his office, on the clause that you don’t cause trouble or make too much noise. He lets you sit on the carpet, the hardwood floors, the chairs near the fireplace, and even the spot across from him. Such a powerful demon, with a weak spot for you.
So much goes into keeping you alive, even in the comfort of his office, he has to make sure he’s using enough magical energy to dampen and absorb curses from any vinyls he has spinning, so as to not melt your tiny human brain. He has to make sure you have water, keep the room at an adequate temperature, make sure he provides you with human safe snacks, but he can’t bring himself to mind.
Your presence calms the ache in his soul, his head, and his heart.
He’s so far gone into the pits of love, that he’d kill, torture, and slay for you. Even on a whim. Sure he had a pact with you, but you wouldn’t need to use it, he’d follow you wherever. A loyal dog is the Morningstar.
And you, you don’t even seem to realize the effect you have on him, his brothers, those worthy to be around you. It’s maddening, your naïvety. So many demons, hungry for your flesh and soul, but you just.
Everything about you drives him further into love, borderline obsession. You’re perfect. He barely has to do a thing and you look at him like he hung the stars in the sky. (He did create a few of them, but still). Don��t you understand he’d give you the world? Anything for you…
His fountain pen scratches away at the endless pile of documents on his desk. It never ends. Diavolo wants this, RAD needs that, there's another suit being filed against Mammon… it won’t end. It’s well into the evening, perhaps eleven pm, and you should be asleep by now, but he longs for you to pay him a visit.
He could take a break, a tiny one, head down to your room, where you would surely be, tucked into your bed with one (or more) of his brothers snoring on top of you.
A sigh rips through him.
No, he should just get this work done, then he can rest (hopefully) and see you in a few hours at breakfast.
Mammon, a pest, a loveable pest, but still a pest, had hidden away two weeks worth of bills, ie a lot. Lucifer will not be getting sleep tonight.
“Ah, forgive me,” Lucifer says as he yawns. “I’m afraid I had a rather long night.”
Lucifer, third most powerful denizen of the Devildom, holds a lot of power. At times it has frightened you, how close his slips in emotional control have led you far too near your grave. But more often than not it lulls you into safety.
Your first year in the Devildom, your relationship with Lucifer was quite rocky, seeing as your insubordination was not welcomed, and you pried apart doors that should not be opened, but he managed to fall for you anyway. All your silly, human flaws and quirks melt into oblivion in Pride’s gaze.
It slipped beyond his notice as to when his attachment to you went too far. Lucifer won’t complain, can’t bring himself to even care that he’s so deeply infatuated with you. You do so much for him, his family.
The night you formed your pact and the time spent after, holding you close, keeping your small human body up against his own. It burned a permanent spot in his memory, a figure as large and grand as the Taj Mahal.
Lucifer is far from dumb, his brothers fell for you far before he did, Mammon, Leviathan, Beelzebub, Asmodeus, Satan, he can’t pin down where Belphegor grew to love you, but it’s clear he does.
“Is there anything I can help with?” And there it is. You’re so heart achingly kind, to him, to demons. A smile graces his face before falling.
“No, thank you, little one. I appreciate the offer. I should finish up in an hour or so.”
You hum thoughtfully and press a kiss into his hair. “Goodnight, Lucy. Sleep well.”
And how can he not, with you snuggled into his bed, safe. It will always give him an easy rest when you’re with him, because no harm can fall upon you as long as Lucifer is there.
And so, as another year comes to a close and your term at RAD comes to an end, he realizes that he wouldn’t live if he let you go. He needs you to breathe, to function.
It’s silly, more than a little silly, but the ache in his chest that caves deeper and deeper every mommy you’re away will collapse if he can’t hold you, can’t kiss you goodnight, can’t taste the horribly bitter coffee you brew. The Avatar of Pride needs you to feel whole.
The Demon Brothers (New) (7)
Lucifer: Everyone, come to my office after today’s classes end, important discussion.
Mammon: Everyone?!
Levi: Are we in trouble?
Levi: 😨
Asmo: Group Orgy?!!? ☺️
Lucifer: No. It concerns MC, by the way. So tardiness is not acceptable.
Belphie: Are they okay?
Levi: asmo stfu
Beel: Did something happen?
Mammon: 😮
Lucifer: No.
— end discussion.
“We all care deeply for MC. And with your help I have a plan to let them stay with us forever.”
Lucifer does what he does best, justifies his actions. Clearly Mammon keeps his spending under control much better with you around, and Asmodeus won’t bring unsolicited visitors into the House of Lamentation anymore. Satan’s never been harder to deal with than when you’re away, so really, he needs to keep you around. They need to keep you around.
Lucifer doesn’t keep many secrets from Lord Diavolo. This situation is complicated. Diavolo won’t want the Celestial Realm to see you as a hostage, that’d be an act of war, no doubt. But. Lucifer is confident in his brothers and his ability to convince you to stay.
Keeping you under the radar, away from the Prince, will be hard. Harder than locking Belphie away, because his brother knew he was a prisoner. He doesn’t want you to feel like you don’t have a choice.
It isn’t the first time Lucifer discovered a brother with blood stained clothes and a feral look in their eyes. The frequency of these discoveries have increased exponentially. Mammon and Satan were the obvious offenders, but each and everyone of them have sulked home after a kill since MC has arrived.
It’s an odd sense of vigilantism. In a way. Anyone who dares look at you wrong could face the force of an Avatar.
If they were anyone but the Avatars that they are, surely they’d be prison bound, but being powerful and near worshiped has its perks.
The picture in front of him paints him thick with panic, and anxiety. Mammon is covered in blood. The fear isn’t for his brother, it’s for you. You’ve seen them with evidence of their true nature, humans don’t like that.
Mammon’s ruined everything, but a bitter strike of envy runs through Lucifer when he realizes what you’re doing. Cleaning him up, placing a cutesy human bandage on the single scratch Mammon obtained in his fit.
Lucifer bristles quietly.
“What is this?” His voice makes both of you jump, and you gasp quietly.
“Uh, I, uhm, I fell.” Mammon makes a poor excuse as he takes you into his wingspan protectively. You stumble into his younger brother’s chest and he scoffs.
“Sure.” Lucifer bites sarcastically. “MC, why don’t you tell me what’s going on.” He knows he has you cornered and the smug look on his face proves it. When you hesitate and look to Mammon, he quirks an eyebrow.
“He, uh,” you look back at Mammon. “Hhgh. I’m not supposed to tell you.”
“Mammon.” Lucifer harshly directs his emotions.
“Agh, they’ve been cleaning me up when I go out, I didn’t mean for them to know, big bro! They just kinda saw me all bloody and started doing it, this.”
“He told me you’d be upset if you knew I saw him like this, but I don’t mind! I like taking care of your brothers.”
Lucifer watches you fiddle with the bandage wrapper in your hands and then at Mammon, holding you at the waist, looking like a kicked puppy.
“Do you even know what he was doing? What any of us do when we go out to return bloodied?” Lucifer raises himself high, a sharp glare in your direction. Even when you flinch slightly he doesn’t back down despite the ache of hurt he feels for your little human heart.
“Uh, I figured it wasn’t my place to ask.”
It takes Lucifer a moment to nod and dismiss himself with a simple, “very well.”
Lucifer
Lucifer: I am not upset with you, MC. I am upset that my brother has been taking advantage of your kindness.
Lucifer: You do know they’ve been killing humans and demons alike? All of them.
Lucifer: Don’t fret, you’ll always be safe with me.
MC: demons’ll be demons i suppose
MC: as long as i’m not the one dying 🤞
Lucifer: 🤨
First it was Mammon, then it was Belphie, then Asmo; Satan, Beelzebub, and Leviathan. He didn’t need you to take care of him, of course not. Lucifer aches for his touch, a traitor to his pride, he wants you to pepper him with kisses and your cute band aids.
It’s rare Lucifer actually makes a kill, mostly because no one dares cross him or speak ill of his family while his ears may hear. A foolish middle class demon let slip a confession of his attraction to you while Lucifer passed.
Logically he knows that is an unreasonable reason to murder, but the part of his mind and soul filled with love infatuation desire wont listen to reason. Ice spikes his heart. No demon, angel, nor human should harbor such feelings for you. They will never live up to what he holds for you, what he could give to you.
And so, venom in his body, Lucifer strikes from shadow, a clean kill, not much to it. Then the memories of you patching his brothers flashes through his mind, and ugh, he knows he could get your undivided attention if he messes himself up just a little.
When you find him, bloodied, uniform absolutely darkened with drying blood, at your bedroom door, your jaw drops.
Finally, he gets the pleasure, the reward of your hands cleaning his face, his uniform, tending to him. It was worth the wait, the effort, the time. Perhaps he should find himself bloodied more often if it means having you like this.
While your soft human hands clean his face and freshly unbuttoned shirt he decides to tell you what he’s done. You deserve to know, and a part of him hopes you’ll be thankful. Although there is always the chance reality will sink into your mortal mind and you’ll realize what a monster the Morningstar truly is.
He hopes the latter doesn’t happen, he doesn’t want to hurt you.
As you place the final tiny kitten bandage on his face, and before you think fully about it, you press a gentle peck against his lips.
“Hm? Do you like seeing me kill for you?” He smiles against your lips and his hot breath leaks into your own. “You like having the Avatar of Pride avenge you?”
An embarrassing noise escapes you as Lucifer pulls away from your lips to kiss your hairline.
“There isn’t a thing in all the realms I wouldn’t do for you, you know that?”
You exhale against his chest, before breathing him in.
“Thank you, Lucifer.”
A low purring, perhaps growling, revs itself in his throat. Lucifer loves his little human, but he doesn’t like sharing them. If he proves himself better than his brothers, they’ll be all his. But their heart is so big, perhaps he’ll have to settle for being the favorite. The best.
He noses along the hollow of your neck, breathing you in, “I love you.” Lucifer feels the way your heart flutters beneath your skin and he’s near delirious with the scent of you filling his lungs.
You, you, you; your hands on his chest, his face, so gentle with him as if he is the fragile one. He’s possessed with the desire to claim you, to bite and mark you for his brothers to see that he is the right one for you, he is your favorite, your proper suitor.
Teeth strong enough to snap steel, ghost around your jugular and draw in a sharp gasp from you. But he refrains from blemishing your precious human skin. When his head is clearer (if it ever will be clearer around you), he’ll mark you so, so carefully.
Your hands tangling into the roots of his hair brings him back into the moment, and he reaches his head back to capture your lips. Yes, he’ll just have to do this again.
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apas-95 · 2 years
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planet-marz1 · 1 month
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love him love him love him
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yeshnn · 26 days
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LOOK AT HIM ❤️
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clarityroses · 2 months
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Vees art dump
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fluffylixie · 6 days
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derry !! oh no !!!
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