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siroofington · 5 days
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[ID: a mangacap of Opera from the Mafia AU of Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun. They lean forwards with a threatening smirk and say "Roger that." Edited in front of them is a textpost by @/fm-townz that says, "i dont want wholesome nonbinary characters give that motherfucker a gun". End ID]
i love this picture so much they deserve their own post. anyway im begging you to read the mafia au, it's VERY good
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ghosttownmettie · 8 days
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Opera in tank and shorts with one of the sullivan estate's cats
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That one sukima
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dreams-of-void · 3 months
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irumafia chapter of this month
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akakris10 · 4 months
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wait while I'm here. mafia Opera appreciation post because I fucking love the vibes they have in the spinoff
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they're like a loyal feral dog except they're a cat. it's an impeccable design
also special mention for:
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umeji-writes · 6 months
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Spoilers for M!IK chapter 323 ahead
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Okay, but the exquisite parenting/teaching skills of Opera and Kalego? It's hard not to intervene each time the younger people you are responsible for may be at risk, especially if you are quite powerful and could neutralize the danger in two seconds - but if they did that, they would have robbed the Misfits of an occasion to grow Also, both Opera and Kalego were conscious of Mephisto's and Zebubra's skills, so they knew their intervention was unnecessary, and they stayed put but alert Look at them, such intense gazes - I love these panels
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amykirio · 7 months
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THEY DID THE THING
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daily-mairuma · 7 months
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Day 160
I'm... I'm in love...
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visxionery · 2 months
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BALAM AND KALLEGO IM JUMPING OUT THE WINDOW
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asotin · 2 months
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balam really went from the littlest boy
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to the biggest man
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madmarchhare · 1 year
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The fact even the 'prince of darkness' tm feels sorry for them. Oh they in for it.
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And Iruma knows it. Also, Opera's uniform looks awesome.
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3nderart · 3 months
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completed version of gaiden balam(ft baby balam, kalego, a single opera and a single yamada) i might make a complete version of all balams showed up in the mairuma manga one day, when i lost my sanity(not like i have it when balam is around)
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ghosttownmettie · 6 months
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Opera in the irumafia series with a more disheveled look is always such a treat
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whichever one you prefer, you can choose, any is fine, it doesn't matter.
I translated this sukima about Opera because I love them <3
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meabh-mcinness · 7 months
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Bake Date
Fresh from the human world, you can't help but feel out of place as the new lady of the manor. Far too used to having to take care of yourself and Iruma by doing everything from cooking and cleaning to working long hours in the hopes of giving him a better life, you felt rather disgruntled at having absolutely nothing to do. After all, your adoption into the Sullivan family meant getting a do-it-all family butler who refused to allow you to do anything even remotely based in those categories. However, in all these years you had actually grown rather fond of baking.
And come hell or high water, you were going to enjoy the kitchen space again.
You understood it, really. 
Opera had been hired as a security devil, and part of that job description included taking care of all the household duties, so their masters could focus. It was considered quite the insult, Sullivan had explained, to even so much as imply that they weren't up to standards. Which probably explained why everything in the manner was suddenly sparkling, and a feast prepared the next time you had left your room, a mere ten minutes after the first time you made your request.
Plus, after all those years of taking care of both yourself and then Iruma, it was a rather nice break to leave everything to someone else's care. Even if it did leave you feeling a little...ennui. Especially since you had grown rather fond of one particular "chore" that often left you feeling very relaxed at the end. 
Baking. 
The systematic method of putting ingredients together, the scent of freshly baked goods wafting through your small home, the joy of seeing others smile as they indulged in your treats. It was cathartic and addicting. And with being stolen from your home and subsequently dropped into what was essentially demon royalty, you had been denied, multiple times, your favoured drug. 
This, obviously, would not do. 
Not if they expected you to stay sane, at least. 
Your opponent may be an undefeated demon who always seemed to just know things, but you wouldn't back down so easily. As a human, you have many biological ups at your disposal, the best ones for this circumstance being adaptability and patience.  You simply had to wait for Opera to let their guard down and leave the kitchen unguarded. 
Normally, such a task would be impossible. For a race considered vastly incautious, Opera didn't seem to know how to not be on guard, and with your asking for the usage of the kitchen, a number of times, has taken to keeping a particular eye on it. You couldn't seem to get within ten feet without them appearing and asking if you needed something.  
But that was fine because your patience won in the end. Mostly. 
With the summer holiday ending and after the whole Walter Park fiasco, Sullivan had decided to take Iruma shopping in town. This meant Opera would be tagging along for various reasons. It had been quite easy to beg off going as well. Claiming that you wanted away from crowded areas until school began again (you still hadn't forgiven Sullivan for the whole news debacle) and that you would just spend the time relaxing. 
Which was entirely true. You would just be relaxing in the kitchen rather than the library, as you implied. At first, you weren't certain you would be dragged along, what with Opera staring deep into your soul through your eyes. You were sure you had been caught before you had even begun.
 Instead, they simply blinked and inclined their head to you, stating they would leave a tray of tea and snacks in the library for you to partake in while you read, before turning on their heels. You watched Opera's retreating figure with a sense of triumph, your heart pounding with excitement. They had taken the bait, hook, line, and sinker. With a quiet and knowing smile, you watched carefully from your spot by the window until a carriage was driven by the familiar sight of the red-haired butler through the gates. You waited patiently for them to disappear from sight over the horizon before making your move.
Stepping into the spacious kitchen, you couldn't help but feel a rush of nostalgia. The polished marble countertops, the gleaming stainless steel appliances, and the array of utensils neatly arranged on the walls all whispered an invitation. It was as if the kitchen itself had missed you, even though you had never stepped foot into this particular one before.
Your gaze landed on the pristine oven, and your fingers itched to create something delightful. You weren't about to let this golden opportunity go to waste. After all, you had a plan, and it involved baking.
Your first task was to gather the necessary ingredients. Fortunately, you had become well-acquainted with the cookbooks in Sullivan Manor's library during your stay. With a practised eye, you selected flour, sugar, eggs, and a few other essentials. You were a master at improvising, and you didn't need a recipe to create something delicious. Even if you should probably have started with one due to the differences between food in the two worlds.
As you began to mix the ingredients in a large bowl, you felt a sense of peace settle over you. Baking was your refuge, your solace. It was a way to express your love and care for others, even in a world as chaotic as the Netherworld. The scent of the ingredients blending together filled the kitchen, and you couldn't help but smile. It was a comforting aroma that made you feel at home, no matter where you were. You continued to work, your hands moving with practised precision as you shaped the dough and prepared it for baking. 
Just as you were about to put your creation in the oven, you heard a noise from the doorway. Startled, you turned to see Opera standing there, an accusatory expression on their face, despite it not changing at all.
"Ah, I should have expected to find you here," they said, voice calm and collected as ever.
You smiled sheepishly. "I just wanted to bake something. It's something I've always enjoyed, you know, and you guard this kitchen so well, which I understand really! It's your domain as a security devil, but baking has always been my safe place. My thing to help me relax and not go crazy. It's why I kept trying to sneak in here."
Opera regarded you with an unreadable look, slowly blinking large eyes at you as you rambled on. "Baking?"
You nodded, your determination unwavering. "Yes, baking! I love the methodical process of mixing things together and the smells of pastries cooking. I promise I won't make a mess. You can stay and watch if you'd like. Maybe I can even convince you to try a slice of my pie when it's done."
Opera hesitated for a moment, their head tilting sideways slightly, ears twitching a little in what you presumed was interest. "Well, since you've gone through all this trouble, I suppose I can spare a few minutes to watch. But I'll be keeping a close eye on you."
You grinned, feeling a sense of victory. "Deal."
As you worked together to prepare the cake, you found that Opera was, unsurprisingly, rather helpful. Always offering suggestions on what ingredients go best together and even lending a hand when needed — the biting cherries bag was surprisingly heavy. The tension between you slowly melted away, and before you knew it, you were chatting and laughing as if you had known each other for much longer.
As the pie baked in the oven, you both sat down at the kitchen table, sharing stories and getting to know each other better. It was a pleasant surprise, and you couldn't help but be grateful for the unexpected turn of events. When the timer finally let out a sound that rather resembled a dying scream to you, the pie was finally ready. Carefully, you gripped a towel, pulled out the circular glass dish and gently placed it on a cooling rack Opera had set up for you. You sliced a generous portion for Opera, placing it on a plate and handing it to them with a smile. "Here, give it a try. I promise it's not poisonous." Though you couldn't say the same for anything Iruma might attempt in the future. 
Opera took a bite and their eyes widened in surprise. "This is... incredible. You really are quite the baker."
You beamed with pride, feeling a warmth in your chest, cutting a similar-sized piece for yourself. "I'm glad you like it."
As you both enjoyed the pie together, it became clear that this impromptu baking session had turned into something more. It was a moment of connection and understanding, and you couldn't help but think that maybe, just maybe, there could be more to your relationship with Opera than you had initially thought. As the afternoon sun streamed into the kitchen, and Opera left to pick up Sullivan and Iruma from town, you realized that sometimes, the best moments in life were the ones you never expected. 
In hindsight, you also realized you could have just told Opera why you wanted in here so badly, rather than resorting to practically breaking and entering. 
Alls well that ends well, though. 
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pinkdogplushie · 8 months
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I said what I said, pt. 8
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