my fav thing about having ocs is having a basic line of lore for them but as soon as someone asks me about them I completely bullshit everything I tell them. Yeah this wasn't true like 5 minutes ago but now it is
i just saw a video on tiktok of someone complaining about fanfic writers who have the ✨audacity✨ not to complete a fic. that it’s rude, it’s inconsiderate, it’s disrespectful of the readers emotional investment. and then a whole bunch of commenters saying underneath that this is why they won’t read incomplete fics, that they’ve seen authors go from updating every week to horror of horrors only every month. and because i am a wise and mature individual i’m not going to stitch the video dragging them to hell but instead i’m coming here to you beloved tumblr dot com to bitch behind their back
because i know we’ve said this before but the emerging culture of fanfic writers as content creators and readers as consumers is fucking disgusting. it breeds attitudes exactly like this and turns something that is fundamentally anti-capitalist into another cycle of produce compete exploit where your worth is based on how quickly you can meet consumers needs
it’s called archive of our own for a reason. its about repurposing these stories for ourselves, for our own enjoyment and interest whether thats i want to right the wrongs of this author or i want to see what happens if this one tiny plot point changed or i want to make these characters tie each other up and fuck until they cry. its about sharing as a community, leaving these stories in a communal toy box so people who come along in a few months or few years can enjoy them too
tl;dr keep your fucking capitalist little mittens away from our stories
Every time someone comes back to tumblr to bitch about the kids without fully developed prefrontal cortexes running their mouths on tiktok an angel gets its wings.
It is an honor and privilege to be in fandom. And I hope the next gen learns what it means to be part of a creative community, and that art is for expression and not consumption. These kids have creativity and stories to share, too, and how sad would it be if those perspectives are lost to late stage capitalistic content consumption.
Bc the thing is, we will still be here when they want someone to listen to them, to the stories they want to write. Because fandom literally exists outside of capitalism, and therefore *will* outlast all other forms of media. We literally can’t make money off this. That is how badly we want to share these ideas and these thoughts, in the hopes that someone will see them and hear them and think “yeah, me too.” Or “I never thought of it this way” or just “fuck that was completely batshit.” We stay in a world that is copyrighted for a reason. It puts us in the driver’s seat; the story literally can’t be manipulated or controlled by systems of power generated by capitalism. We know when we read fic there is zero ulterior motive behind the story besides “here, world, have a piece of my brain.”
AND LIKE ISNT THAT SUCH A PRIVILEGE.
And that’s why we tag and give CWs and blah blah blah because that is *our* responsibility. To be forthright about what we are saying so readers can make an informed choice whether or not to engage. We even denote if we are writing something that isn’t finished! That little “Chapter number/?” can help you decide what level of commitment you are willing to give to a piece.
But to promise endings? For brain thoughts? My siblings in christ do YOUR brain thoughts have endings??? Are they worthless if they don’t??
Anyway.
Me n the rest of us will be here sharing our weird ideas and cheering for each other’s brain thoughts, whether they are finished or not.
Despite the thousands of years he has lived, the only emotion that comes naturally to Satan is anger and wrath. Things like happiness, sorrow, love, hope, joy, etc. He’s learned how to copy expressions over the years, to mimic the correct responses… but hasn’t ever felt any of them. Hence ‘The Lord of Masks’. No, don’t believe for a moment that Satan could ever fall fast into love. He doesn’t know how. He’s read about love. He’s read about every kind of feeling and emotion, so he’s obviously read about how they look and feel, but never felt them himself. Then you arrived. He couldn’t have cared less initially, just stay away and leave him be. He would observe you quietly when you were around, and will admit to having his curiosity piqued when he saw your determination and intelligence, and he was curious. He’d seen humans before. His name wouldn’t be so well known in the human realm if he hadn’t been there before. You seemed different from other humans. Your soul was so clean, pure… a sign that you lived an honest life. He’d only seen that in some children on his visits. He could also see you’d faced many hardships. One day as he was reading in the library, you asked him about finding a perticular book, and giving them his usual masked smile you assisted them.
‘Umm, Satan?’
‘Yes?’
‘You don’t need to keep giving me that fake smile. Just be yourself’
He paused and looked at this human, the smile gone, the look that replaced it was one of astonishment. No one had ever noticed or questioned this before. His wrath bubbled but he worked to hold it back. Then you laughed. It sounded like tiny bells to his ears. His expression darkened as he glared at you.
‘Who do you think you are to laugh at me?’
‘No, pardon me…’ you wiped your eye, a little tear from your eye and looked up at him. ‘ you just looked so surprised, I was happy to see something genuine on your face. Even your current upset face is much better than a false mask.’
He blinked. You knew what his mood was? No one had ever questioned it before. He finished assisting you and went back to his own book, but couldn’t concentrate as his mind was full of thoughts. Including this new feeling inside himself. No one had ever surprised him like this. Each day afterward, he observed you. How you interacted with him and his brothers, how you started making them change in small ways that could be hard for an outsider to notice, but to those within the family, it was obvious. He even began to interact openly with you off and on himself.
And then ‘that’ happened. The horrible night Belphegor, in his madness, crushed your tiny neck and threw you down. The feeling that happened wasn’t pure wrath, it was far more painful. He looked at your lifeless form, Mammon holding your body and screaming, and he could not move. It felt as if someone had crushed his chest. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t speak. His eyes became wet as they looked upon your broken form. Then your eyes tracked up to the one making that horrible laughing at the top of the stairs, only then did his wrath flare up. He was familiar with this feeling, but he didn’t think he’d ever felt it like this. He was preparing to strike, to destroy his brother when suddenly Diavolo and Barbatos arrived, so much happened, and then there you were again… unbroken. I mean, you were and you weren’t. After they took the broken form of you and left the unbroken you with them, he was filled with another wholly unfamiliar sensation… relief? He could only guess. How many new feelings had he begun to feel since you first arrived?
He spent several restless nights pondering how he’d been feeling… reading books about various feelings and emotions… and realized one truth. He was feeling these things because he ‘cares’ about you.
He scoffed at his own discovery, but it didn’t change his feelings. Each day he interacted with you more and more, and even made a pact with you. His heart felt full, he’d feel it beat faster in his chest every time you were together. He knew what his books called this feeling. This desire to see you, speak to you, even hold you. But that can’t be right. He is wrath.
During a discussion with Solomon, the sorcerer paused from their heavy debate over some magical principle, and sighed, then chuckled.
‘Satan, you’ve changed’
‘Whatever are you talking about?’
‘You’re more patient, slower to anger. You’re more thoughtful and considerate. I can see MC’s influence on you’
As the back and forth continued, he realized Solomon was right. In the past, most of their debates would last until his wrath bubbled to the surface and he would to disengage, or if pushed too far, rampage.
‘You love them, yes?’
‘I am wrath, Solomon, I don’t even know what love is’
‘That doesn’t make it untrue’
‘Shut up’
He stormed away… but it wasn’t in anger. His face felt hot and he just wanted to get back to his room. He argued with himself along the way. He’d never felt such internal conflict.
As he entered HoL he saw you enter the library, his heart skipped and he found himself follow you there.
‘Oh Satan!’ You smiled up at him and waved.
He couldn’t move, his whole self just watched you for a moment, then before he realized it he was walking toward you.
It wasn’t often that Satan did something out of character, but today was one of those days. He walked up behind you and placed his hands on your shoulders. You turned to look up at him and he leaned down and gave you a soft experimental kiss. Then straightening he walked out of the library. Leaving you bewildered and blushing.
In his room he felt his face on fire. It was true. He loves them. Without a doubt he loved them.
No. Our Lord of wrath doesn’t fall quickly, but deep is an understatement. He would do anything for you…except get along with Lucifer perhaps… maybe.
Your First Kiss
Headcanons | THE DEMON BROTHERS
2.7k words | NSFW | gn!Reader | Smutty Smooches
Content warnings: Pining demons, anxiety/insecurity, mostly fluff and suggestive comments. Some cursing. Certain demons are a bit, uhh...steamier than others.
A/N: I had multiple requests in my ask box for this lol. 👀
LUCIFER
The fireplace in Lucifer's private study crackles nearby. He feels warm from the flames, the bottle of Demonus you've been sharing, and your body curled against his.
A comfortable silence falls over you both, and it's natural for his gaze to seek yours. Your eyes are dark, and it's not a trick of the light when he sees your eyes dart down to his mouth.
Your face starts to move closer to his, and the only thing louder than the cursed record playing is the thrum of anticipation and desire that sets his nerves ablaze.
He's imagined this moment longer than he'll ever admit. He's been waiting for a sign that you wanted to go down this path with him, no matter where it leads. Now that he knows what you want, it's too late to turn back now.
Your hand rests on his chest and he can feel your touch through the layers between you - the clothes he wears, and the walls he’s put up to deter those unworthy of him.
He closes his eyes to savor the experience of kissing you for the first time. Your taste makes him lightheaded, and it's more irresistible than the finest vintage of Demonus.
He follows your lead at first, slotting his lips perfectly against yours and enjoying the sensation of your lips moving gently against his own.
When you put a little more heat into the kiss - your tongue tentatively swiping against the seam of his lips as you move your body closer to his - he cradles the back of your head and slides his other hand down to your waist. He pulls you against him and let's a groan rumble in his chest, undeniable proof of his desire and it encourages you to give him more.
It feels like all you've been through together has brought both of you to this moment, and he's been patient long enough. He takes lead of the kiss, his buried feelings for you spilling from his lips to yours, while his passion consumes you both.
MAMMON
Mammon is caught off-guard by your first kiss.
He looked away in embarrassment after telling you, in a very complicated, round-about way, that you meant the world to him.
He pretended to look at something in the distance, but his cheeks were warm. He had to resist the urge not to look at you again, to pretend that you're not the flame he's constantly drawn to.
His feelings for you are overwhelming sometimes. You're just so fucking amazing, and all his - even if you don't realize it yet.
But Mammon is like an open book to you; you know how he feels, how he's always felt about you.
When he looks at you again, he's startled when your face is suddenly so close to his.
You lean forward and give him a kiss - it's quick, and it's not perfect - but he gets the hint of what you're trying to tell him: You mean the world to me, too.
He sputters about how you shouldn't go around surprising demons like that, and he almost thinks the kiss is supposed to be a joke, but he knows that's not true. It can't be, not when you're looking at him like he hung the moon, and your smile is wide and hopeful.
The happiness in his chest threatens to bubble over, and he knows he'll never forget this moment.
Fuck it. He wraps a hand around the back of your neck and pulls you back in for another kiss. It's still not perfect - you're both smiling so it's a bit clumsy, and your teeth clack together.
He wants more of you - he'll always want more. He wants to pull you close and hold your body against his, and he wants to plunder your mouth with his tongue, but not now. Not here.
He nips your bottom lip before he reluctantly pulls away, and he practically drags you back home to continue this in private.
LEVIATHAN
Levi didn't see the big deal about giving you the collectible game figure you wanted - so why the hell did you lean over and kiss him?!
It was over almost as soon as it began, a quick kiss against the corner of his mouth after you thanked him.
You're too focused on your new toy to notice Levi short-circuiting beside you on the sofa in his room.
His breathing is a bit erratic, and he rubs his sweaty palms on the denim of his jeans.
His throat is scratchy and dry all of a sudden, but licking his lips doesn't help - especially not when he tastes the evidence of your kiss: the sweet, sticky residue from the bag of candies you shared earlier.
He crosses his legs until he can discretely pull a pillow into his lap to hide the growing bulge between his legs.
You're talking excitedly about something, but he can't make out the words - his mind is still reeling from the implications of why you kissed him.
The kiss couldn't have been an accident - you leaned over on purpose, and he felt your chest press against his arm so your lips could reach his.
He thinks that maybe it was a joke at first, or some sort of tease, but he looks at you closely. Your eyes are a bit brighter, and your cheeks are a tinge darker than usual. You keep glancing at him shyly from the corner of your eyes.
He doesn't realize how long he's been freaking out until you ask him if he's alright.
He didn’t notice you spoke to him at first: he was too busy staring at you and your soft, candy-sweetened lips, trying to figure out what he's ever done to deserve you.
He swallows nervously and braces himself when he looks into your eyes properly. "Can we—can we do that again?"
SATAN
Satan’s first thought when you kiss him is that he wishes he had the nerve to kiss you first.
He likes inviting you to his room to read together - his room is lit brightly enough so that you don’t have to strain your human eyes to read the pages of your book.
However, there’s something alluring about the way candlelight and shadow play across your features. It distracts him from the book in his hands as he stares at you fondly instead.
You’re sitting side-by-side on his bed, which he prefers: the scent of the fragrance you wear lingers on his bedding, and sometimes he can still smell you when he goes to sleep.
You thank him for something - lending you one of his rare edition books, something he probably wouldn’t do for anyone else - and you kiss his cheek.
It’s such a sweet, innocent gesture but it still makes his body grow hot. It's not like the raging inferno of his anger, but more like a molten wave of affection that sweeps through him.
He’s not nervous now that he has permission to touch you, and one kiss is not going to be enough to satisfy him.
He cups your cheek and brushes the skin gently with his thumb. You bite your lip to stifle a bashful grin, and he can’t help but press his smile against your own.
His other hand finds yours on his sheets between your bodies, and he nearly whimpers into the kiss when you lace your fingers with his.
Your other hand finds it’s way onto his shoulder and you lean your body closer to his. Perhaps if he were overcome with desire he would wrap his arms around you and pull you down onto the bed.
He doesn’t want to ruin this; he decides this moment is perfect enough. You trade soft, sweet kisses in the cozy haven of his room, where time stands still and only your love remains.
ASMODEUS
Asmodeus wants to kiss you desperately, but he doesn't want you to think you're just another passing fancy in his long list of ex-lovers. He feels like he has a lot to prove to you.
He can't charm his way into your heart, and he knows you want him to be honest and genuine with you.
When he admits that he loves you - more than he's loved anyone before, possibly even more than he loves himself - the cravings begin.
He craves your company, and your touch, and your kiss and your body. He craves you. But he promises himself he won't rush things, and he won't pressure you.
He wanted to go shopping - and buy you something, of course - when some idiot demon on a motorcycle nearly ran you over while you crossed the street together. Asmo wrapped his arms around you and held you close while he cursed the demon who kept driving.
He pulled you into an alley off the main street so he could check on you privately. "Are you alright? You're not hurt, are you? I promise, if I ever see them again, I'm going to—mmph!"
Asmo looked concerned when he examined you for injuries, but he didn't expect you to grab his shirt collar and pull his lips down to yours.
He makes a surprised noise against your lips, then he moans when he realizes you're finally kissing him, and he can't fucking believe it.
His hands roam your body - your shoulders, your back, your hips - and he pulls you even closer as the kiss grows more heated. He can't help it, but neither can you, apparently - adrenaline is a helluva drug.
His kiss is hot and frenzied and desperate, and he feels drunk off your taste, and your lips are so soft, and his nerves tingle every time your tongue glides against his own.
You pull away first, gasping for air even as Asmo tries to chase your mouth because he doesn't want to stop.
His lip gloss feels tacky and it's smeared across his lips and chin. Your mouth is messy too, and your cheeks are flushed, and the way you're staring at him is so fucking hot.
He suddenly decides he's not in the mood to go shopping anymore - but he leads you home by the hand and promises he still has plans to spoil you tonight.
BEELZEBUB
When you're friends, you let Beel pick leftovers off your plate, or you cook him an extra large portion of food. When you start dating, he cares less about food and cares more about other things he'd like to share with you.
He's not distracted by the food on your plate, but the way you moan when you eat something especially tasty, or the way your lips shine after you wet them with your tongue, and he wonders what kissing you will be like too.
Every time sauce or cream clings to the corners of your mouth, he wants to lick your lips clean for you.
He tries to be patient and wait for you to kiss him first. Sometimes you look at him like you're ravenous for him in a way he's never seen before, but he's never been good at self-control when he's starving.
One night he sneaks to the kitchen for a late-night snack, but you're already there. You're leaning against the counter, eating ice cream straight out of the tub, and you freeze guiltily when you realize you've been caught.
Beel's stunned by the sight of you in your pajamas, hidden mostly in shadow with a spoon dangling from your lips when you start to sputter excuses.
He can see that there's a dribble of ice cream, just there, above your lip—
He takes the tub and spoon from you gently - and you smile, because you think he wants to share because he likes that flavour - but you gasp against his lips when he leans down and kisses you.
His lips are soft when they move against yours, and he sucks your bottom lip between his own.
Once the lingering sweetness is gone, all he can taste is you. You taste even better.
He freezes when he realizes what he's doing, and he pulls his hands away from your waist like he's been burned. He starts to apologize, and your face is flushed and he thinks you're upset, but then you ask him to kiss you again.
Oh fuck, you're going to be awful for his self-control.
He kisses you again, and again, and again. He whispers broken praise about how good you taste and how amazing you are between hot, opened mouth kisses against your lips.
When you break the kiss with a pleased sigh, his lips drag along your jaw. He wants more.
You're bracketed between his arms and he's crowding you against the counter. The drawer handle digging painfully into your back forces you to gently push him away.
He knows he's staring at you, and he might be drooling a little now too, but he can't help it.
You feed him the rest of the half-melted ice cream - it would be a waste not to - and lead him from the kitchen to your bedroom, where you can continue things more comfortably.
BELPHEGOR
Belphie is still groggy from sleep when he drapes an arm over your waist. You're both laying in his bed in the attic, and as much as he wants to fall back to sleep, his eyes blink open instead.
You're still sleeping, and your nose makes a cute little whistling noise when you breathe. You're so adorable.
He doesn't consider himself to be the romantic type, but you bring that out in him sometimes. In the dimly lit attic, the fairy lights hanging from the ceiling give you an almost ethereal, whimsical glow.
You look so peaceful when you sleep. Beautiful, gorgeous, mesmerizing—
He scoots a bit closer to you, and he's not sure the blankets covering you both are the reason why he suddenly feels so warm.
You're pouting in your sleep, and you murmur quietly too, and he wonders what you're dreaming about tonight.
He always feels so cozy spending time with you like this, even though you're still asleep. It gives him a chance to think about you, and the things he wishes he had the nerve to do when you're awake.
His head is resting on the pillow beside you, and he brushes his nose against yours. He smiles when you scrunch your nose in your sleep.
He kisses your forehead and cheek next - what isn't smooshed into the pillow, anyway. He peppers kisses along your skin, and he thinks about all the things he likes about you, and the things he wants to do together, and the things he'd like to do for you.
His quick kiss against your lips is impulsive. He's wanted to kiss you for so long, but since you're asleep you'll never know—
He panics when your eyes blink open and meet his.
You stare at each other. He's ready to tell you that whatever you think you felt was just a dream, but then a smile blooms across your face.
He tries to shuffle back from you, but you shuffle forward. He gives up when he's nearly falling off the mattress trying to put some distance from you, and you simply raise an eyebrow as if to ask, "What are you going to do now?"
“Nothing happened,” he says lamely, and the lie sounds as obvious as it feels rolling off his tongue.
“That’s a shame, I was having a nice dream that some handsome demon kissed me.” You roll over and sigh dramatically, and he bites the inside of his cheek to stop himself from grinning.
“Handsome, huh?” He follows you - because he’s powerless not to - and leans on his elbow so he can look down at your cute, pouting face. “And how do I compare?"
You reach up and cup his cheek, and he can't resist the urge to nuzzle into your touch. "Nothing compares to you." The sincerity in your voice makes his throat tighten, and his cheeks are on fire, and what is he supposed to say to that?
You grin at him, and your eyes are soft and full of love for him and him alone.
He's determined to kiss that cheeky smile off your face. He lowers his head to yours and kisses you again - properly this time - and hums happily when you move your lips against his like you wanted this as much as he did.
1. It’s okay if you lose interest in your story. It doesn’t mean you wasted your time; it means you’re growing in your hobby.
2. It’s okay not to want to publish your work; that doesn’t mean your writing isn’t worth reading. It means you have different goals than some other writers.
3. It’s okay if you need a break sometimes. It’s frankly unrealistic to think you never will.
4. It’s okay to write fanfiction; that doesn’t make you any less of a writer but makes you that much more of a fan.
5. It’s okay to sometimes have self-doubt. After all, you are human and sometimes as humans it’s easy to fall into that trap. Sometimes the feeling doesn’t even have anything to do with the writing but has everything to do with being overwhelmed, mentally exhausted and ready to give up. Don’t give up.
6. It’s okay to feel relief and happy upon reading this. Give a like if you did and spread it to your writer followers and maybe make their day a little.
reminder to worldbuilders: don't get caught up in things that aren't important to the story you're writing, like plot and characters! instead, try to focus on what readers actually care about: detailed plate tectonics
I hope every writer who sees this writes LOADS the next few months. Like freetime opens up, no writers block, the ability to focus, etc etc you’re able to write loads & make lots of progress <3
i love when ppl ask writers questions about their ocs and they're like "uhh i think so?" as if they didn't invent them. like they're just mild acquaintances we have
context: just a few somewhat angsty headcanons I have for when MC and Solomon return to the present after everything, enjoy!!
warnings: this does contain nightbringer spoilers
the past changes people
MC will often become more hesitant to talk to or even engage with the brothers. Due to being treated as an attendant in the past they now are used to it, so whenever one of the brothers tries to engage with them they find it hard to sit still or listen to said brother for long periods of time without feeling out of place.
MC will often mix up the fact that they are an exchange student rather than an attendant. When Diavolo claims that he wants MC to feel comfortable as an exchange student MC will respond with something along the lines of how they don’t need much because they’re the brothers attendant. Which in return gets a few confusing stares from others.
MC still carries out some of their duties as an attendant unconsciously. Such as keeping track of the brother’s schedules, events, student council meetings, etc. The brothers don’t mind at first however what they do find unpleasant is the fact MC always follows behind them instead of right beside them like they used too. This doesn’t register until one of them says something to MC, which they in turn respond with “I always follow behind all seven of you”. Which makes their hearts sink.
Still focusing on the attendant duties, MC will still continue to carry out anything asked of them without much of a fight. Since they were so used to carrying out such elaborate things when watching over the brothers in the past they are now used to doing such tasks for them. Most of the time this will confuse most of the brothers because MC is usually more vocal with their opinion on something.
MC will unconsciously be a bit harsher and stricter on the brothers than they usually were. Since being their attendant MC had to keep each of them on a tight leash so they wouldn’t get into trouble. So now in the present if they were to start fighting MC would be the first to show up to scold them instead of Lucifer.
MC will just straight up be petty with Lucifer for a while. Due to the things he said while they were in the past they still haven’t completely forgiven him. So whenever Lucifer mentions his “family”, MC finds themselves saying some remark along the lines of “well that doesn’t include me” or “just the seven of you I know. I leave you all alone” is enough to confuse and hurt the hell out of him. MC knows that Lucifer does really care for them in this timeline, but they can’t help it. His words really did hurt them deeply for awhile.
On another topic of MC’s attitude, Diavolo soon realizes that they are much more formal with him. The cute nickname Dia was dropped and he was always referred to by a title now. When Diavolo questioned them about formality MC simply explained that the past Barbatos didn’t like them referring to Diavolo in such a manner.
MC is now more vigilant around Satan, Belphegor and Barbatos, each for different reasons.
Satan is one that worries MC the most because they became used to having to deal with his violent outbursts and destructive episodes. So when Satan gets angry in the present MC will step in front of him and the brothers separating them. Satan soon grows confused when MC prepares a spell to restrain him.
Belphegor doesn’t worry MC as much as the other two, but after he found out they were a human in the past and tried to kill them again in response MC had to remain vigilant. They still do whenever they are alone with him. Which in turn makes the youngest guilty about the past.
Barbatos is someone MC keeps Solomon away from at all costs. After all MC was used to Barbatos teleporting the sorcerer around from place to place. It did become concerning when Solomon would show up later and later each time he came home. So to avoid that MC would make themselves and Solomon avoid the butler at all costs. However the present butler soon finds this behavior hurtful when MC constantly declines his offer to come over. In the end MC has a hard time remembering that this isn’t the past Barbatos.
Many soon noticed the strong bond MC now has with Solomon and of course they all become jealous. At first they noticed how MC would go to him for little things, or just prefer to be around him more, but when they asked about moving in with him rather than staying in the House of Lamentation it threw everyone for a loop. It made it even worse when MC said they’ll be there to help the brothers every morning like usual. They wanted MC to realize that they’re an exchange student not an attendant.
Many also notice how reliant they are on Solomon for certain things. Sometimes MC just needs Solomons presence in a room to be able to feel comfortable. If not MC will then become slightly annoyed or fidgety.
Solomon becomes more protective over MC without even realizing it. If he believes one of the brothers are being too bothersome to MC he will step in and whisk them away.
Solomon finds it easier to steal MC’s attention away now. Before when he would try and drag them away from the brothers, or even try and steal their attention for just a second it always failed. However with how close they both became in the past, if Solomon interrupts a conversation MC is having with the brothers MC finds themselves listening to him a bit more than the brother they were speaking with.
MC is much more reckless and blunt with their decision making now. Before they were a bit more collected with their thoughts. However being in the past made their impulsive decision making become a habit. Thus causing the brothers to sometimes question MC methods.
MC would often question the brothers as to why they weren’t in their demon forms. They suppose they just got used to seeing them in those outfits for so long now it became the norm.
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