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tofumedic · 3 years
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hello hello!! may i please request headcanons for satan and mammon with a fem!mc who has a very nurturing, motherly personality? perhaps some hurt/comfort from mc to the boys, with mc letting the boys rest their head in her lap as she provides comfort after a hard day? (my apologies for how particular this request is 😅)
Satan + Mammon with a Nuturing Fem! MC
(hi dear ofc you can! i did try to use feminine pronouns more in this instead of you so hopefully it isnt too different than normal and no worries youre absolutely okay ♡!)
Satan
Nothing had seemed to be going right for him today, Satan was supposed to be a golden child out of his family, working hard and keeping prestige to not only their names but to Diavolo and the student council. And none of it compared to the fact he personally had decided the same was for MC, he was one of her pacts and to do wrong would do wrong by her and he wouldn't be responsible for such an sully on her part.
He was worth it yet with what started as a simple mistake on his test to be chewed out by Lucifer, it felt like it had restarted all his progress of fixing his relationship with the named brother. It brought out the worst in him which only angered his brother further, pushing the argument into deeper territory of spite and wrath.
Satan wasn't even a fan of being so angry, he was known for being composed and it always made him feel sick when he came back from it in a calm state to become aware of what prized possession he had broken. He was dangerous and there was nothing he could do to fix it, it was apart of him and he was apart of it, broken and escalating, termites eating away his wooden exterior that made others pleased and proud. He hadn't even seen MC yet today since classes, though it was probably for the best so she didn't get hurt, he still felt that loneliness and the longing that came with it. He couldn't help but to be selfish in that way despite the sick taste such contradictions left him with.
It's not long in his battle of temptation versus virtue that he finds himself at her door, quiet in uncommon guilt not proud of his actions.
But she cared for him, the love was always there it was not desperate or known for evaporating. MC was always caring, just in general, build into her foundation for her support to be strong and stable pillars protecting the floor from meeting the ceiling.
The concept was natural, it was as simple and maintained as her breathing, her heart beating. Just being in her room, alone with just his MC, breathing in what smelled like home and looked like solace, it was already enough.
Yet her arms were still open for him, letting him know it was okay to depend on others, that she was real and there for him with every puff of air that left her being.
She would ask him, voice quiet to be gentle on his ears, over aware of every sound outside of himself, if he was okay to move. If he wanted to sit down with her.
And so Satan ended up, his wrath long since ended and having left him winded, laying down with his head in the lap of MC. His hair being played with, smoothing out the ends and undoing knots with weaving fingers.
His hands held together close to his face resting on her legs just as well, and stubborn tears trying not to fall anymore.
Mammon
It was exhausting, not only being one of the least favorite brothers, but also being requested for meaningless small jobs for witches, always being pulled around in different directions, tugs of uncomfortable pacts always threatening to split him apart from stealing him in different directions.
And to be constantly yelled at for his sin, to give into it was uncontrollable, a thing they always told MC is that demons can't resist temptation so she should always be careful at RAD or forbid, alone.
So why did they have to get on his case about all the time? He really tries his best, he's always trying to improve himself or make up for it when he can yet that always gets invalidated the second he steps just an inch out of line.
He hadn't even talked to MC all day, her being busy with his other brothers while he had stacks of physical work that wasn't even paying like how he enjoyed modeling.
It was late then, many witches shooing him away once they had no need for him, more voices telling him that he was a nuisance and getting in the way.
Mammon felt the ringing of another pact calling for him, yet this one was more home-y, safe and almost summoning him like it was a request rather than demanding him. It was sweet, it felt like being wrapped in a bunch of blankets while it was winter outside.
It was MC's pact, and he was back to see his room. His stuff was clean, including his model cars and other collections of human world bottle caps and coins and other random treasures he had saved on walks around town.
She really did that for him? Helped clean up what he left a mess that morning before it was even remotely bright?
His exhaustion from his long day was evident in how he slugged over, his shoulders loose and aching from stiff posture, and his shoes still on his feet as he opened his arms as slowly as his step speed, wrapping MC up in them until he was only processing her and nothing else.
There was just how her clothes felt against his skin, the sound of rustles of adjusting the position, her breathing by his ear and- ah, her arms also reaching to hold him as well and even rubbing small circles into his back. She remembered how that made him feel, it was nice to be remembered in such a positive way.
And he soon started to feel lucky in addition to his tiredness.
So when she offered that he should get some rest, to lay down and relax he would take that part, and trading in the next half of her going to grab the hidden left overs of dinner with her hands lightly pressed to his cheeks as if holding together the glue of the face until he dried.
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tofumedic · 3 years
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hihi!! this prompt just came to mind, but could i please request headcanons for the brothers with a mc who gets visibly angry and tells them off every time mammon is insulted? mammon deserves so much more than what he gets and i wish there were more in-game options to tell the others off when they're belittling him :(
Brother's Getting Told off by MC for Their Bullying
(i did keep these rather short but if you want a full in depth one let me know id love to!!!)
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You were at your wit's end, it was as if Mammon wasn't allowed a sentence with more than six words before one comment was passed around the brothers in the optimum rotation of the conch. It was never just the first one, in that case maybe maybe it could slide with nothing more than a firm look but it was always at least four after that initial one.
Lucifer
He gets slightly guilty, you calling him out on saying that Mammon was his favorite yet to belittle his need to express his sin, give into temptation?
Who was he to talk when he went to make an argument about getting in the way of commonplace of his brothers, to give him punishment that hit him in his pride? Your anger, heat to your cheeks at your intensity, tears even pricking at your eyes with such heavy emotion.
You didn't back up but held your ground, venomous as the other but your venom held virtues not to be stopped until he succumbed, until you couldn't bring your voice to that volume anymore, or until Mammon came to calm you down. Tears in his eyes too at how you went to protect him.
Mammon
He thought he'd be safe from your wrath, not imagining even he would get the glare and harsher tone when he had made an off handed comment about himself.
He doesn't do it often but he tries to be more aware of what he says, but not in the guarded way of expressing his greatness.
Though he is the only one to get punishment in having his face cradled with aggressive compliments being directed at him with such a passion.
Leviathan
His phrases were usually loud yet short, just as natural as swimming to him yet it made you mad. Like when the Shadow-Lord-betrayed-Henry-in-the-side-series-short mad.
He can't help himself sometimes, saying that Mammon made it so easy, and it also being another way he hid affection for others, but he would immediately flinch already knowing how you would react.
Nothing makes him feel worse than when your eyebrows changed from how they rested on your face, the way you would turn towards him with the disappointed look, he couldn't take it.
Your rage may be lighter as you get closer, helping the brothers bond and realizing some are said in falseness, soft in a unique way but it is still present, correcting his words to say what he really means no matter the muttered denial.
Satan
It made him think of Lucifer, it made him think of that time you denied to make a pact with him for his petty squabble. Despite him getting better at holding in his anger, there was something that just bubbled when you were experiencing his sin directed at him. Tempting humans should feel good, right?
It will always create this internal battle of wanting to be angry back versus feeling guilty, the way you phrase your anger and spit something vile back like a rally makes him quieter, contemplative.
He may even leave the situation, removing himself before it gets any worse, he's learned well from handling other anger related issues of his own.
Asmodeus
He gets petty about it, even with you explaining that Mammon is actually doing his best that doesn't really process to him. Because you're choosing the side of Mammon over his.
He will however stop, scoffing with a "whatever. I have stuff to do" or something along the lines before excusing himself, his walk fast and stiff like he was going to tear up before he reached his room or the door to leave the house entirely.
Asmo is more likely to apologize to you, instead of Mammon. He made you stress and possibly gain a wrinkle, less caring to apologizing to Mammon about his back handed comment. Though he will give a brief apology when you ask him to ("unfk u or whatever" kinda energy).
Beelzebub
Beel would probably feel the most genuinely guilty, you raising your voice and visibly mad really put into the concept of "oh so this is actually a really bad thing to do"
He had probably just picked it up, mirroring it from his brothers so it was something natural, if he says something after the first time you call him out for it he will probably recognize it immediately offering a sorry behind it.
His apologies are to Mammon, even if that means letting him order from the expensive restaurants vintage wine. Maybe even bringing Mammon extra snacks to make him "feel better"
Belphegor
He would sneer, openly. Grinding his teeth as he gets up to leave, when he wanted something exciting to happen he didn't mean you being mad at him for something like berating Mammon's expensive tastes.
As he gets closer with his brothers though he would be more likely to apologize, there's something genuine in it even if it is only half full but you can tell there's still some there despite the cloud of anger on your judgement.
He learns how to defuse the situation, smart. Not being cheeky and poking more at the bear that was you, caring enough to memorize your reaction but instead of playing that fiddle, he would let you and Mammon know. His speech loud enough that it wasn't a muffled mutter, but instead using the energy to raise his voice to a good volume to give his sorries.
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tofumedic · 3 years
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hi!! may i please request number 28 on the affections list with mammon? these prompts are so cute <3
Mammon with #28
28. pressing their foreheads together
(u can of course it is a cute list im glad so many ppl are enjoying it :D!!!)
Mammon was a demon that was filled to brim with love, whether for gifts or action but mostly for you his dear human. It would be something loud, yelling over all of his other thoughts like the strongest temptation known to his kind.
For someone who would exaggerate cringing away from affection that wasn't initiated as a joke but genuine and honest, his greed certainly requested it much to his embarrassment.
Mammon usually initiates these on his "quiet" days when he's not feeling his best, rather from covering for one of his brothers out of instinct to get punished without even a thank you.
He may ring up a call, or maybe text you to make sure that you would be able to make time for him, it's a necessity that he can have some of your attention, you're just so safe and feel so comfortable to him he always wants more of it.
There's almost this.. walk of shame if you will after you tell him to come in, knowing it was his knock on your door. If you get up he will just raise one of hands to wave you off, rather having you sitting still at the edge of your bed.
When he reaches you he leans down, his sunglasses aren't on and instead hanging off the collar of his shirt, and he rests his forehead to you as if you would be able to read and reassure every thought in his mind.
Mammon likes staying like this, not pursuing a kiss but letting his eyes stay closed until his face isn't as tense relaxing at the small headbutt of affection he maintained with you.
If it does go anywhere you may be forced to shoot back so he can sit too, he often prefers to lay down and continue just resting with the small connection however because his back will get upset depending on how long he leaned to meet you.
He may even seek it out to help ground you if you allow him to be so close, in this case his eyes stay open and as focused as they can be on your face too close to his not to be anything but blurry.
In this way he will often support your figure by resting one of his hands to support the back of your head, mainly keeping it still or rubbing small circles with his thumb, just focus on him. He will keep you safe, he even makes you pinky promise so you know he's serious.
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tofumedic · 3 years
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"Camera" with Leviathan
summary: [sent 11:39 am] MC, after the panel will you help take my photos?
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You and Leviathan have been preparing for this weekend, it was a smaller convention in its first few years of activity. It was also, in the human world. Not one of the Devildom convention centers that Leviathan was used to, doubling the nerves as well as the excitement jitters as the transport bus pulled from the parking lot to the actual convention hall.
Binging anime series, games, and translated mangas that hadn't been "properly" released yet on somewhat worrying websites, had been replaced for the two weeks prior to this very outing. Instead, Leviathan would watch any convlog you found acceptable. From old ones from years back of when you first gained the interest to ones of this convention specifically. It was soothing to him, to know the similarities in how humans acted compared to demons and the basic lay out of the vendor's hall to the makeshift arcade room.
As much as it was helpful, it was also enthralling, having trusted your judgement before his own was a wonderful and perhaps even pog decision. He loved the different accents, the regional dialects and slang, the reaction of seeing someone's hero, the voice actors in character to cosplayer, the memes that the human fanbase had picked up instead, and especially how many people actually dressed up rather than going casually.
Of course he was going to wear one of his comfort cosplays to his first human anime convention with you that was already law, written in stone really. Though it was, nevertheless, comforting.
The rest of the bus was filled with people similar to himself and you, yet entirely different from the archetype of the character to the franchise company as a whole but it was never close to full of hate or questionable quip's at Leviathan's attire. When he had actually gotten compliments other than your own before even stepping foot to the badge line.
It was something surprising to him especially when his pose had been so stiff, freshly available after having stretched his legs from the cramped condition of the car and how his charms had dug into his side from the seatbelt. Leviathan was already in his habitat despite the clear change from Devildom's hellish humidity to the chill of the automobile insides.
His shoulders were loose, not as tense as normal, yet still huddled close to you like a lifeline.
Like a better comfort than his head pillow, craning his neck towards you to look at the schedule you had pulled up on your phone.
The day was becoming hazardous as most good con-days were. Trying not to stumble into people's large wings, not getting caught by a loose dress layer to the escalator, having to send the quick and mistyped version of "where are you" after getting lost from going to different booths in the artist alley when you are across from each other, the change from cute heeled shoes to sneakers with memory foam insoles.
It was closing in on lunch when Leviathan's "Oh My God! My Lover Looks So Cute When He's Happy Enjoying What He Loves! In Character Q&A" Panel was about to begin, settling into the folding chairs set in neat rows not before clearing the forgotten water bottles left behind. There was about five minutes before the hour long panel would begin when Leviathan would flare up, blush hidden under concealer and setting powder but visible at his ears. Whipping out his phone in his ungloved hand and typing out a message haphazardly.
Clearly embarrassed when you leaned over, curious at recognizing your icon at the top of the bar, so flustered he had to backspace quite a bit to recover the text from the jumbled keysmash. And within the next minute it would have been unknown he was so shy, the message looking relatively chill. Maybe, even calm and collected.
Yet you had seen the nervous grip messing with his phone case, even the way he had folded his arms on his lap, making himself small as if someone had asked to share his seat.
[sent 11:39 am] MC, after the panel will you help take my photos?
Such a text that would lead you close to 1pm, being handed Leviathan's phone in front of the park fountain near by. A shy smile held in return by the seriousness you gave to such an honoring role before swiping to his camera to bring focus to his first few poses. Lens and eyes behind it on him with the right amount of exposure, him becoming comfortable and confident to play his character more in your delightful company.
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tofumedic · 3 years
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Guys do you ever think about how Solomon is just allowed in Levi's room and just will go in there willingly??? Like it has an aquarium wall and the colors and accessories make it look like the ocean don't you think it makes him nervous? Like he has to prepare before going in and can't on bad days bc he starts feeling claustrophobic?
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tofumedic · 3 years
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you're so lovely
hngkykymhmmm this made me nervous oh my goodness i believe this is from the say a secret and you are lovely too thank you hun for the nice secret i promise its safe w me >:3
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tofumedic · 3 years
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✨BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out ✨:)
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH THANK U SWEETHEART IM GONNA HOLD UR HAND FOR THIS I ALSO BELIEVE CLOVER TAGGED ME FOR ONE ILL HAVE TO FIND THE NOTIFICATION BUT MWAH TO LIKE UR FOREHEAD
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tofumedic · 3 years
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Bathym but...
(other characters: solomon | asmodeus)
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Despite the knowledge he held on virtues of stuff from the human realm, his understanding of affection was.. stunted. And staying in the greenhouse that was his home for the majority of his life certainly did not help his case. He was good at learning though, truly doing his best. Understanding why you blush when he would lightly nudge you, as simplistic as a vine to a lattice. It took him until he was called out by your PDA police or yourself to recognize his actions. Since then he tries not to crowd you as much and to be more conscious about personal space.
His pact with you was old by months by the time he had figured out his favorite kinds of affections from you. Taking your hands in his, gentle wanting to intertwine fingers belonging with his own but instead leading them up through the bottom of his scarf. And resting them to his face, his palms pressed to the back of your hands like a quaint trap not truly holding you in place in case you needed to adjust for your own comfort. It brought him a lot, a pleasant sigh before sinking into your supporting weight with you being able to feel the stretch of his face from the swoon to how he pulled a soft invisible smile.
Affections like these are ways are the closest to kisses that he knows how to instigate, but he loves just resting his nose to the pulse point of your wrist with his lips as companion just barely ghosting over as well. Bathym truly just loves your heartbeat, every thing about it is so warm and homey, feeling like reaching whatever the quest of astral projection was, it was unique and yours and in comparison, in this moment, his.
"Precious stones are minerals. Combining the highest degrees of hardness, beauty, rarity, and durability. You are among the names of rubies and sapphires, MC."
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tofumedic · 3 years
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for the game! Prometheus- If you could have any one ability, what would it be?
THIS ONE IS SUCH A TOUGH ONE??????
there are so many...
i think maybe as cliche and simple as it is i'd like to fly? or at least like levitation i have dreams about it quite a bit though teleporting so i could bother my friends would be nice other than possibly being hit for jump scaring them <//3
from this set of asks/still allowing to be sent
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tofumedic · 3 years
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this is a formal and official request for bathym's hand in marriage
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It's the best kind of pact!! Very on the rage in the human world and with this pact at least it's one of a kind meaning in this version there's no sharing with Solomon!
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