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dotchi18 · 11 days
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I asked a similar question on STNAF recently, and I got to wondering...
Say someone downright murdered CM...
What happens when Harper catches the stupid, doomed person that did it? :)
TW: BLOOD GORE VIOLENCE DEATH SUICIDE
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dotchi18 · 1 month
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(Thank you for Indulging me Cup, you're so kind <3
I hope you don't mind me making a companion piece! )
The struggle had been exhausting and pointless.
The fear, awe and adoration of the townspeople was too much. If someone got winded going against your struggling, another one would take their place.
One of your nails had broken, and blood was drying under them, along with some on your foot from a good shot breaking someone's nose.
But even then they didn't cease, simply adding more hands to compress your body, keep you from thrashing about as they carried you back to the seaside 'church' used to praise the one they considered their god.
It wasn't really much of a church, more of an amphitheater.
Say what you want about those that lived in the village, but they were dedicated to their craft, the building having been entrancing enough that you as not a particularly religious person went to see it.
It was carved into the cliffside near the water, the windows stained glass in pinks, reds and golds along with black musical notes dancing in the circular window above the heavy water-proof doors.
Going into it, many seats filled the place, as the ceilings were high to carry the sweet voice of the siren, leading down to a section of missing floor, it filled with water and perfect rocks for the beloved one to rest on and sing.
Such a beautiful place, but being carried to it instead of straight to the water showed just how ritualistic this was.
Just how under his spell they all were.
Tears sluggishly poured down your face as you were gagged, unable to scream or vocalize like everyone else.
A glance into their faces showed they just simply didn't care, for their own various reasons.
It was then you heard it.
The saccharine sweet notes of the one they considered to be of higher worth than any of themselves.
Glancing to the water, you noticed with horror the eyes you had seen gazing to you, even when you had rejected all of their gifts.
Champagne pink, with beautiful blond hair, their skin looking soft, shiny and rosy, pink ear fins peeking from under his locks.
His tail was also quite miraculous, as despite the number of sharp scales he had wrenched from his own body it didn't stop that fact.
Peachy pink that faded yellow at the edges of his fins, red scales dotting his tail like a sprinkling of rubies amongst pink diamonds.
But his smile carried too many teeth, his pupils too slit and his tenderly cared nails looking too much like claws.
You knew full well that you were looking at a monster that was too charming to the others to scare them off, his voice too powerful.
After all, such an incident as this had never been put in the history books, there had never been such a monster powerful enough to enslave more than a boat full of people.
A town... A town was terrifying.
You should have never gone to this 'church', you should have never taken the home you had, hell, you should have passed by this town and never interacted with it.
But you had.
And now here you were.
Your ears pulsed with your heartbeat, barely able to hear the leader of this forsaken cult as they praised their god and offered you up as a sacrifice.
The pleased look on the monster's face made your blood feel cold, adrenaline making you flail, but it did you no good as those around you gripped you tighter.
Soon the voice you could barely hear died off, and you felt the heave of everyone's arms drawing back, preparing to throw you as you felt your stomach drop, crying out behind the gag before you were flung into the water.
The iciness of it knocked any remainder of your breath from you, your body wriggling as the air bubbles escaped you.
The creature you had caught the attention of circled you, letting you flail until you became sluggish.
Swimming to you, they used one of their claws to cut the gag around your mouth, pressing their lips to yours.
Suddenly, the discomfort and lethargic panic eased from you and you found you could breathe.
His arms wrapped around you and you were still too bound and dazed to fight back as he flicked his tail, pulling you deeper into the water that wasn't too cold anymore.
When he had pulled you a sufficient depth for him, he stopped, watching with dazzled eyes at your hair and the bindings around you, smiling like he had garnered something lovely as he lifted his hands from around you to holding your face.
" Welcome Home, my Darling Sacrifice~"
Alright, I can’t promise anything too good, but I /can/ promise I won’t give you a college essay prompt! I’ve been having a bit of Mermaid!Asmo thoughts. Thinking of him with the voice of an Angel and all those under the sea adoring him and even being thought of as a god by a town of people on land who had seen and heard him. He gets showered in attention and gifts no one of his kind has gotten before. However, a newcomer, you, arrive into the town on a day of worship (1/2)
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oh that's beautiful, ❤️ anon
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true beauty can take the form of anything. for some, it's their food. delicious, hand-made delicacies that can change your life. for others, it's their words, sweet and charming, laced with lies that are a touch too sweet to detect.
for asmo, it was his voice. a soothing sound that had won over the neighboring fishing village.
...maybe not won over. not by any natural means, at least.
he's revered as a god, a being that transceds all others.
and yet, there's one person who hasn't been swayed, hasn't fallen in love with his voice... you.
you nod along when he sings, clap when his performance ends, you do everything the others do
but you're not frenzied the way the other villagers are, rushing over with gifts and offerings and all sorts of delicious items hoping to win even a word of praise from him.
you stay where you are, slightly distanced from the rest, and wait until everyone is to preoccupied to notice you slipping away.
asmo never fails to watch your gaze turn away, your stride an even pace and your footfalls unhurried.
he craves your attention, your sight, your everything. he craves to watch you fall in love with him, looking past the shimmering scales and angel like beauty, past his hazy voice and straight into his monstrous soul.
he knows you wouldn't leave, after all, you two must be meant for each other, no? the only one to resist his siren call and yet you'll end up coming back to him anyways.
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he tried charming you the old fashioned way, "courting" as one of the women he overheard gossiping together.
it started off small, a scales ripped out from his tail, dried blood still coating the tip. fresh caught fish laying on your doorstep, deboned and gutted.
honestly, you made it so easy for him to find your house! distanced away from the village yet as close to the shoreline as you could possibly get.
this was just another reason the two of you were meant to be!
you see him at night. the bright, cheerful eyes carefully inspecting your every move, barely visible over the waters edge.
the shiver that rushed past your body couldn't compare to the trembling of your hand as you reached down to move the offering away, trying not be disrespectful as your observer followed your motions closely.
the gifts didn't stop, piling up until the shore stank of fish and scales were embedded precariously in the sand, glinting dangerously as their razor sharp edges gleaned.
you weren't sure what set you apart from the rest of the villagers, what made you so special to be singled out by a god.
and that made you terrified. because, you could see past his visage, you could see the monster hidden in skin but you never showed it.
no one knew of your private thoughts, so why was the god leaving you offerings?
asmo inspected you as you went about your day, resolutely ignoring the gifts he had laid down for you.
his tail flicker angrily as he narrowed his eyes, unsure of what he was doing wrong to make you reject him like this.
one of his brothers had told him to mate with you as soon as possible, and to figure out the rest later, and as he watched you leave him and his gifts behind, he was starting to think that was his only choice.
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he grinned at the man before him, the moon illuminating the shadow of the sniveling, cowardly man.
blood dripped off his teeth slowly, each trail taking long seconds to drip down his jaw and rest on his collar bone.
no words needed to be passed in order for the man to understand what had to be done.
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all you could remember is struggling, fighting for your life against the ropes and knots that secured you together like a piece of meat. clawing at whatever was closest to you, years steaming down your cheeks as the water got closer and closer.
you wonder if the villagers could hear your screams. did the relish it? find relief in the fact they'd never have to face the siren again?
you wouldn't have gotten an answer even if you had voluntary agreed to throw yourself into the ocean
you were simply no longer a human, for a sirens mate transcends humanity.
and as you stare into the eyes of your soon to be lover, you wonder, if you had tried a little bit harder, looked at him a little bit more enthusiastically, would you have been able to escape your fate?
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this didn't turn out the way i wanted it to but the more i kept trying edit and change the parts i wasn't satisfied with the worse it got so take this before i completely destroy it lol
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dotchi18 · 1 month
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So fluffy, this is so fluffy and I love it so much, thank you for this Cup 💖
It made me laugh with how he was hyping himself up just for shopping, and how the other housewives fear him in a small way in sales ❤️
Househusband!Beel gives me life and I love it ❤️
(Also the small yandere hint 🤌🤌🤌🤌 Pitch Perfect! )
And as far as the Manga goes we never find out how this arrangement came to be (And even if we did there’s no Yandere in the Comedic Manga, which is fine, I still very highly recommend for a good laugh) so you taking Beel’s hand and off-handedly asking him to be your househusband was my own thoughts on how you could work with this new mess that is your husband X’3 And speaking of, may I have Househusband!Beel Headcanons? 💓💗💖❤️🥰 - ❤️ Anon
yesss this one is going to be pure fluff, just some nice domesticity between you and beel!
beel is the type of guy who'd tower over everyone and everything
huge, with nasty scars running through every possible square inch of skin
and yet, when asked about his profession, he'd respond "househusband"
he'd be so proud of the role he plays in your life, tasked with making your food and ensuring the living space you two shaded was always in tip top condition
you changed him, saved him from himself
what else can he do other than love you with every inch of his being?
it was a no brainer, quitting the yakuza. it's not as if they were running out of execs there, not with five out of his six other brothers were still in the business.
but that's no longer his business. ever since you found him in that alley way, beaten down and dying, and found something in him worth smiling about...
he thinks of that day constantly, the way you were so gentle with him, as if you could never truly harm him.
when you'd asked, months after cohabitating and circling around each other, playfully grabbing his hand and saying, "won't you be my househusband?" there was really no other answer than "yes" for him.
you deserve nothing but the best, and while becoming your husband is the peak of his life, he still pushes himself to do better and be better, all for you.
like today.
beel studied the floor plan laying on the table in front of him, chewing on a lollipop stick as he considers the entrances and exits labeled.
thursdays were the sale day at the local grocer, and beel would be damned if he got you anything less than perfect.
he double checked the grocery list he made earlier, circling the isles and sections he'd need to grant hinges from, furrowing his brows in concentration as he glared down at the paper.
"alright, let's do this." he nodded to himself, before getting ready to go out, making sure to look presentable just in case he runs into you
he did some basic stretches in front of the house, twisting and turning his body to prepare for the shed battle ahead of him.
soon after, he jogs off, soon speeding up to a brisk run as he notices the ladies in the neighborhood slowly starting to creep out of their houses.
"argh! i told you we should have left sooner! if beel gets to the market first there won't be any sales left for us!"
ignoring the miscellaneous people trying to stop him, beel vault jumps over the crowd forming at the door, making it through first just as the doors open.
another perfectly timed day.
a delicious smell greeted you when you walked into the living room, clothes rumpled and hair slightly askew after your long day at work.
"beel!" you grinned as your husband poked his head out of the kitchen, eyes lighting up as he gathered you in a hug.
"you're back, i missed you". his hands start the scrunch the cornees of your shirt, eyes furrowing as he asked you all about your day and if anyone bothered you.
you smiled, pushing back images of the first and only time you'd said yes to that question.
"of course not, today was just a regular day at work."
you could never image the beel that stood in front of you, smiled at you oh so lovingly, would also rip someone's limb straight off with just his brutal strength.
you do admit that he tends to get a bit protective of you, but really, when he hand feeds you the food he cooked with you in mind, it's easy for that fact to slip your mind.
"i made your favorite for tonight!"
"beel, you always make my favorites."
"i put mushrooms in it."
*mc withers away* "i- i can't believe it beel! i thought you loved me!"
(beel does live you but he also wants you to have a healthy, balanced diet)
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really just made this to be stupidly fluffy and more in tune to the comedic theme of the way of the house husband while still being in character
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dotchi18 · 2 months
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账号解封了总之先发了之前画的堕悉🙇‍♀️
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dotchi18 · 2 months
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what do you do when you find a cute boy? you make him worse!
made some milo fanart from the raise your own yandere simulator game by @perfectlovevn
go play the game here!
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dotchi18 · 2 months
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First meeting
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dotchi18 · 4 months
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Regarding the last post, did Kuuya react like that because he didn't like the biting and finally snapped or because he just wanted to do it too? I don't want to see my precious male-wife in pain if he doesn't like it😕
No worries he fully enjoyed it very much! he's just not very aware of his own masochistic tendencies so the pain is still a bit of a surprise, but a pleasant one nonetheless. And since the biting was done out of affection he sees it fair to return the favor is all!
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he's so overjoyed that he forgets about it and goes into work the next day as is, inviting much unwanted curiosity from his coworkers.
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dotchi18 · 4 months
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Reflection
(The Leumin x MC Supernatural oneshot that I had promised so long ago ;,; @hime-bee
I really hope you enjoy this, and if you don't that's fine too, I just love this man so much ;w;
Leumin found his match in Patheticness <3 )
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Love.
It was her favorite emotion to be around and absorb.
It was why when Dotchi bounced around to new places, she would always pick a job that got her closer to people, especially couples.
The job at the coffee shop, while not a great source of positive emotions in comparison to past jobs she had, it still gave her wonderful warm meals in the form of her favorite regulars happily enjoying their coffee.
Reflecting the emotions of others was how she survived. She was unsure of what her kind was called, but they were... Shapeshifters? Of sorts? It was hard to explain.
She had a core self, as most of her kind did, one that looked like those silly little Valentine cards humans liked so much, and everything else was kind of whatever she could mold it to be.
Making herself taller or shorter, she could give herself brown eyes or blue ones, crooked teeth, freckles, anything was theoretically at her fingertips.
Dotchi herself preferred female bodies on the plus size, and she liked making her hair red as fresh blood, matching the heart she had situated her chest, but everything was an afterthought, preferring to even wipe her face clean of any features at all when she was alone at home.
Still, considering what she fed on, she was very sensitive to the emotions of others.
They were almost like dishes for her to sample, taking them and reflecting them back onto the person to keep up their mood.
But not all of the same emotions tasted the same, as it depended on the person.
Dotchi had tasted lust before, but when her Boss at the coffee shop approached her, she would politely recoil from him as best as she could, as the taste of his lust was akin to spoiled apples.
There was no affection to freshen it, to make it palatable for her, so she avoided him, finding him rather unpleasant to be around.
And when she found herself standing under the Bus Stop Shelter, meeting her chosen green eyes with the unruly bangs of another with his eyes staring back from behind, it was there she encountered the sweetest dish.
" Oh-" He started, but the white noise that filled Dotchi's ears from her beating core was too much, her face flushing.
Love.
Love.
Love Love Love Love LOVE, There was so much love, he had so much love to give her-
It was with the slightest hint of awareness of herself clinging to her that she lifted her bag in front of her core so it wasn't beating through her shirt, covering herself from the concentrated beam of delight and love that was coming from this man.
What was he saying?
Something about the bus not working?
'Say something. Say anything, he'll think you're an idiot and he won't stick around for you to reflect off him-'
" H-How the Hell am I supposed to get home now?"
' Too Rough, Too Rough.' She scolded herself, but saw him shift, nervousness salting the dish a bit, adorable.
" Um... I could walk you home... if you want.
There's enough room under this umbrella for two."
Fuck, she would follow this man to the end of the world if he asked her to.
Shaking her head to knock those thoughts away, she flushed a deeper red.
Were these the feelings he felt for her?
It had to be, it was seeping into her and making her feel the same, like sipping on the thickest Hot Chocolate, having the warm feeling spreading deep into her core.
Before she knew it she was approaching under his umbrella, and he told her his name was Leumin.
A cute name for a delightful Cutie.
Making small idle talk about the rain as they kept close, close enough that she noticed that he smelled like flora, coffee and fresh laundry much to her delight, he then asked her about Raynee's Cafe.
" I go there a lot. I enjoy the Coffee."
Did he? It was hard to differentiate the emotions within the crowd of people- a veritable feast of emotions- but perhaps he was why there was always a sweet aftertaste from the other emotions? The aftertaste that kept her from quitting from the lust her Boss always crammed down her throat?
" The Coffee is pretty good, right?" She beamed as she leaned forward a little to look him more in the face.
She was learning more about him! She was so excited!
" If there's one thing my job does right, it's the products we sell." She boasted in pride, riding high on his attention.
" Er... What do you mean by that?" His confusion flavored his positive thoughts like a gentle tang of a chocolate orange.
Were all of his feelings so perfectly flavored?
" Well, the management is pretty mediocre, and my boss is a little... assertive, at best."
She had thought she had worded that well enough.
But then it seeped into her.
Anger. It gently popped inside her like hot popcorn, as she told him about her boss 'forgetting' to send her the email that said the cafe was under renovations.
" Doesn't he have better things to do?" Leumin asked, the heat and the citrus mixing in an interesting flavor combo.
" That's the same thing I said!" Dotchi threw her hands into the air, noticing then that in this form she was so much shorter than him. The blush returned to her face with a small vengeance.
Was he a cuddler? Would he hold her with as much sweetness as his feelings? Would he hold onto the very core of her being, her heart, and make her feel so small in his hands?
" A-Anyways, No use crying over spilled milk... Might as well suck it up and move on, yeah?"
' You're going too far again, slow down, he's probably waiting for you to speak!'
" ... I suppose." The feelings were still there, though the sweetness soon poured over it with his happiness as he found she liked to game.
She found he was a florist, and noticed that while talking about it a small mellow flavor of the nervousness and sadness from before flavored it as he muttered something she couldn't hear.
She hoped she didn't do anything to make him upset, falling back into small contentment when the sweetness came back.
They talked until they were nearly before her house, and she looked up to him.
Gods... She hoped she wasn't being too forward for him.
" We're probably about two minutes from my place now. Would you... like to come over for some coffee?"
As she rambled at her coffee not being as good as that at the shop thanks to insufficient equipment, she could feel his excitement, which gave his feelings an excited popping feeling with his sweetness, like a Crunch Bar.
" Do you... Really not mind?" He asked.
" Not at all! I mean, you've gone out of your way to walk me home! I think a cup of coffee is the least I can do, you know?"
A not so small part of her wished she could do more for him, like maybe make him something hot to eat, or maybe get him out of his damp clothes-
But that was too far for a first meeting!
Too much!
" Well... I-If you really don't mind it, then... I accept your Kindness."
It wasn't like she wouldn't do that for others, empathy was literally what sustained her kind, but she was especially delighted at him being so nice to her as they got to her apartment building, and with a hopefulness for the future, let him inside.
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I'm sorry Solomon, I had to do it HAHAHA
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Since y'all liked my other low-quality Leumin meme so much, I made another one :'))
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dotchi18 · 4 months
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Your miscellaneous art on Twitter?? 🤯 UGH- It's so good!! 😭 Especially your DoL and 14DWY fanart. I just got into DoL, and the fanart really helps with picturing the chatacters while playing, and your interpretations on them are cute as frick 🥺❤ (Kylar moots?? 👀)
I played through TKATB this (my) morning and found that I personally enjoyed 'Defending Sol from the bullies' interaction better, all the more reason for Sol to love MC!! (Also, wasn't expecting the NSFW scene >/////< That was- Woof... 😳)
I must ask, was Sol inspired by 14DWY'S [REDACTED]? They have a lot in common, from their vibe down to their clothing, but Sol does have his own differences that makes him... Sol!
// Sol was actually a 5am brainrot (I want a pathetic yandere man) and I went thru pinterest (yes at 5am) to form a moodboard along with his choice of clothes.
// When I ended up finishing him it just hit me that his design does look liked [REDEACT] from 12DWY (LMAO). Green is one of my favorite colors. And yes I have played DoL and Kylar is my favorite.
// Conclusion, I somehow made a forbidden love child between Kylar and [REDEACT]. But I assure you Sol is his own person along with his own story and experiences same goes with Kylar and [REDEACT].
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dotchi18 · 5 months
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i have the mighty urge to kiss Link on the mouth rn.... or hold his hand but the first one is preferred 😋 /silly
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Getting these types of voice messages from the characters really makes me swoon lol. I'm looking forward to more of these 🥺
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dotchi18 · 5 months
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Yandere prompts flower language
TW: mentions of violence, allusions to NSFW, religious language, mentions of grief and death, MINORS DNI
Reblogs are welcome. Do not copy without crediting me. 
I do not condone any yandere behaviour in real life. 
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A - Azalea (prudence, temperance): “Another cut? It seems I need to take better care of you, darling.”
B - Bluebell (humility, gratitude): “I’ll be your humble servant, if only you’d let me.”
C - Camellia (devotion, perfection): “You know I’d do anything for you, right? My love knows no limits.”
D - Daffodil (unrequited love): “What do you mean? But I love you!”
E - Evening primrose (fickleness): “Now, you know it’s cruel to play with other people’s feelings, don’t you?”
F - Forget-me-not (true love): “It’s like you were meant for me.”
G - Gardenia (secret love): “It’s been so hard to love you from the shadows.”
H - Hydrangea (heartfeltness, gratitude): “I thank every divine being that exists for having guided me to you.”
I - Ivy (fidelity): “There is no one who’s more loyal than me! I’m tied to you, just like you are to me.”
J - Jasmine (sensuality): “Oh sweetheart, if you keep struggling like that, I might just lose control.”
K - Kunzea (power): “C'mon, love, we both know who’s in charge here.”
L - Lily (purity): “I shouldn’t taint you like this. Not when you’re so pure.”
M - Marigold (grief): “How could it go this far? I thought you’d stay forever.”
N - Nightshade (danger, death): “Careful there. You don’t know what I’m capable of.”
O - Orchid (love, beauty): “My, you’re breathtaking. Your beauty needs to be cherished.”
P - Petunia (resentment, anger): “I’ll snap your neck if you utter those words again.”
Q - Queen of the meadow (uselessness): “Be grateful you’ve got me. Who else would take care of such a useless thing like you?”
R - Rose (love at first sight): “The first time my eyes grazed your form, I knew what it meant to be utterly and ardently in love.”
S - Spider lily (final goodbye): “I’ll pray to meet you again in another life. For now, I have to settle with a farewell, though.”
T - Tulip (perfect or deep love): “You’re engrained into my being. Like a tree’s roots, you take hold of my heart.”
U - Ulex (protection): “It‘s for your own safety. You’re too delicate, you need my protection.”
V - Venus flytrap (deceit): “Afraid of what you’re seeing now, sweetheart?”
W - Wisteria (long life, immortality): “Tell me I’m your god/goddess and I’ll grant you a slice of heaven.”
X - Xeranthemum (everlasting love): “Our love will surpass life itself.”
Y - Yarrow (healing): “Let me heal your wounds, darling.”
Z - Zinnia (endurance): “Aren’t you a strong one? Let’s see how long you’ll persist.”
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Congrats on the Milestone and Oh my gods THANK YOU! I love what you did with my request very much 💗💗❤️💖💕 Though now I want to hear how Mammon and Beel specifically would react if the MC actually /was/ getting married, maybe explaining that they were engaged to someone before they were taken to the Devildom and they’re trying out wedding dresses for the future. (Also, you’re imagination of it being a big fluffy one was spot on, it had a silk bodice, full skirt and everything! ✨) ❤️ Anon
yandere!Beel's and yandere!Mammon's reactions to finding out you're getting married
ahhh~~~ i'm so glad you liked it! i've always imagined wedding dresses to be these floofy cloud type dresses, just because i feel prettier in those haha
but it's so cool that they matched up!!!
also this starts in mc's room
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Mammon would have entered to ask you for something
maybe to find his spare toothbrush he kept here
or maybe he left his charger in your room
just
he came to your looking for something, only to find you standing in front of your mirror, wearing a wedding dress
"you look really good"
he'd say, probably imagining how you'd look when you married him
after all, you like him the most, right?
"thanks," you said, smiling.
"Asmo helped me pick out the dress, as soon as the exchange program is over, i'll be getting married."
Mammon froze, frowning as his hands clenched tightly
"you're getting married? to who?"
which bastard would he have to kill to get you back?
"actually i was summoned a months before our wedding, so it's been put on hold for now."
and to Mammon, it felt like you were mocking him, purposefully irritating him to test his affections for you
"don't joke like that." he laughed, walking over to your bed to get his charger
"but i'm not joking?"
you turned around in confusion, only for Mammon to pin your hands against the mirror.
"you are. look, i know you love me, yeah? you don't have to make up lies just because you're too shy, i'm a really jealous guy, you wouldn't want to see what happens next time you make up something like this again, okay?"
"what? Mammon what are you talking about?"
"stop pretending, darling, or i might think this marriage of yours is real."
he'd lock you up if you continued to insist, refusing to let you out of his sight for whatever reason
he'd also be constantly paranoid that your mystery lover would show up and take you away from him
yandere!Beel
Beel would have come into your room with snacks (maybe you two had plans for a movie night?)
he'd have come a few hours early, but it's not like you've ever minded before
it isn't until he enters and sees you with Asmo, laughing as you wore a wedding dress
"i really like this one, Asmo."
"i'm glad you do, it's in-style this season. there's only a few months left until the wedding, right?"
you nodded excitedly. "yeah, i'm kind of nervous though."
"what's going on?" Beel interrupted, ruining the excited atmosphere between you two
"Beel!" you grinned excitedly. "Asmo's helping me with my wedding dress! there's only a few months left until the exchange program ends, and-"
"who're you marrying? is it another demon?"
"ah, well, i was actually engaged before arriving here, the wedding had to be pushed back because of the exchange program."
"oh."
the only thought running through his head was 'you're going to leave him'
and for a human?
who would love a human when they could love a demon?
surely you hadn't considered all of your options, right?
it wasn't until you had told him, "oh, no, we're very much in love, we've been keeping contact ever since i was summoned."
that he felt betrayed
he didn't like the thought of you being someone else's, either
so he'd kidnap you, holding you in a 'safe spot' until your lover (ex-lover) had forgotten about you (with the help of some magic, of course)
he'd watch, as you excitedly ran out of the room he had kept you captive in for months, only to realize that everyone had already moved on
(honestly, he'd gotten the idea from Belphie)
now, you had no choice but to come back to him
after all, he's the only one who'd love you forever
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