look at me

A pansexual trans-male who haunts a graveyard and wants a hug every once in a while.

[moon0shadow]

i remember long time ago showing my best friend Lucifer from Obey Me and I started talking about how weird his room is.

Like ignoring the literal legs-spread skeleton in the corner and his goddamn emperor-sized ass bed, why he gotta couch facing it? That ain't no normal feng-shei type shit-

My bestie called it a 'Cuck Couch' and yep that's definitely what it is to me now.

Lucifer's Cuck Couch.

[aydien677]

the cuck couch "came" with the cuck skeleton.

[iminruined]

Will you answer erotic ones too?

Access denied

[iwriteiguessandiloveit]

Caine x Reader headcanons

Caine is… certainly a creature. 

Like all ringmasters he is bubbly, loud and charming. He doesn’t know how to be anything else. How to feel anything else. 

Until you. 

It starts just by watching you. Your movements, your words, everything you do. He’s intrigued. You are quite the complicated human, you’re kind but don’t let anyone (Jax) push you around. You go on the Adventures but don’t hesitate to say when things get out of hand. 

He can’t figure you out.

But he sure wants to. 

He starts finding reasons to be around you more. Going on adventures with the gang claiming it’s for ‘research purposes’. Asking for your feedback, lamenting when you try to exit the conversation. 

You two start developing a relationship. You talk about anything and everything at all--doesn't matter what- he just wants to get to know you. 

At a certain point it becomes less of a factual desire to understand you and more of an emotional one. You’re important to him! 

He’s having a 3AM crisis about this one night. He doesn’t feel anything he’s not programmed to, he doesn't! He’s not supposed to, anyways... He smiles whenever you walk in the room. Something he can only describe as “happy nervousness” when you talk, when you touch. He’s searched and searched for a reasonable explanation… and the only thing that consistently comes up is called “being in love”. 

So he embraces it. Brings you flowers. Explains his dilemma, asks if you feel the same. Does he look… nervous? 

He’s ecstatic when you say yes. Like, exploding. 

He’s a bit insecure about the fact that you’re human and he’s an AI. He feels like you’re real and he’s not; like he’s inadequate. You have to reassure him that that's not the case. 

He takes you on dates disguised as solo adventures, just the two of you.

Praise him and he’s melting. Say he’s clever. Say he’s handsome. He soaks it up. 

Definitely the type to be into old-fashioned ‘gentlemanly’ behavior. Will 100% lend you his coat if you get cold, open/close a car door for you, carry you bridal style, all the good shit. Doesn’t matter if you ain’t a woman-he still does it. 

Bubble often acts like a third wheel, popping up at inopportune times like right before you kiss or during a sweet moment. 

He can also be jealous that you take up so much of Caine’s time, and you have to reconcile with him. 

When you two get together, Caine mysteriously lifts the sex ban. He will not elaborate on it, he will not tell you why, he won’t even say he did it. But it’s there.

[devildomwriter]

“You felt alone, Raphael?”

“Don’t hug me!”

— Asmodeus and Raphael (Nightbringer chapter 57-9)

[natmsearch]

I think the worst thing the NATM franchise ever did was convince a bunch of us to get museum studies degrees bc we're all gonna end up unemployed or underpaid and for what? Bc rami malek was hot twenty years ago? Bc the gay men were funny??

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

Written because the image of him crying made me feel bad. (Still voted for Gangle.)

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Saying Caines your favorite

★ There are two ways this could happen. You could blurt it out. Saying "You're my favorite, you know?" Or, you might mention it during an adventure. Where you thought he wouldn't hear. Not saying it for him. But just because you could.

★ Either way, he tries playing down how pleased he is. Waiving it off with "Well, naturally. I am the only-" Bubble, hovering nearby, cut him off. "Ew, emotions. Tastes like censorship!" Quickly getting popped by Caine.

★ Being someone’s favorite isn't just a complement. It's validation. Something Caine pines for. He won't take it lightly. Say he's your favorite once and he never lets it go. Calling himself "Your favorite ringmaster."

[grappel-writes]

Husband Hector Headcanons

I'm so in love with this romantic, devoted man. Here's my take on a realized Hector that stays and builds a life with you.

He finds it easier to communicate through other mediums than talking to you (and it's easier to record his thoughts in the moment rather than interrupt any shared time with the mundane). It’s made him the king of a shared calendar or notes app. He can't help but add overly descriptive details to them. When you list “fruit” he'll add “strawberries are in season”, “lunch?” is turned into a time, reservation secured, and a list of other people who might be free that you can invite as well. 

Expect to have overly tedious tasks taken from you. He can't bear to do nothing while you work, and if it's not a chore he can help with his first instinct is to simply take over. You'll have to convince him he can have a turn to be taken care of, sometimes. 

His mind often revolves around you and your needs. An off-handed roll of the wrist after hours of studying will result in a vertical mouse silently appearing next to your laptop. A reposted quote will manifest the entire book on your bookshelf, with a bookmark on the quote's page. 

“May I?” after offering to help you down a step, asking for a photo, touching you, it's his reflexive question. Expect to hear it often. 

If you can convince him to get to a social gathering, expect him to be off to the side. Not as a recluse, but as an anchor. He'll be fine as long as he has a clear line of sight of you and thrilled when you eventually drift back to him to escape the crowd. He'll let you recover as long as you need, but encourage you to immerse again as soon as you seem ready. He knows he'll get time with you again later at home. 

You'll find little notes and sketches all over the home. Passing thoughts, moments that stood out to him, a scene he thought worth recording. He'll be surprised to find your collection of them later. 

He's awful at arguing. He can set a clear boundary and defend it with no problem, but those smaller disagreements that don't seem to have a clear winner he simply disengages from. He knows he can become angry, but after winning his trust, he doesn't want that to come out towards you. 

Apologies are quiet. He doesn't linger on them, and won't let you draw them out either. Once what needs to be said is said, he's quick to move on and go back to normal. If he seems a little more eager to offer help or compliments for the following week or so, it's just a coincidence, he swears. 

He's protective of your rest and comfort. If you fall asleep on the couch, you'll wake up under a blanket, the lights lowered, and any noises muted. 

Watching movies or shows is just as much about watching your reactions and hearing about your predictions as much as it is enjoying the media itself. He likes to engage with it critically and is only more excited if you'll let him bounce his ideas off of you as well. 

Casual “I love you” ‘s are rare. Not that he's uncomfortable with them, but because he'd prefer the larger, more poetic declarations. When he doesn't have time for those, instead he says it with a trace of his hand against yours as you pass in the house. Refilling your water. Responding to your texts quickly. 

He keeps an archive of your history together. Photos, sweet texts, ticket stubs, any souvenir or fond memory is secured. 

As he gets used to touch and physical intimacy, every display of it is intentional and meaningful. There is never thoughtless affection. A hand at the small of your back in a crowd, massaging your hand, a quick kiss as you part, each is a dedicated and specific message for you. 

After a reclusive life hidden away, he's challenging himself to be more accessible and open. His door stays open. You are welcome here. 

[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

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Caine and the Readers first date

★ Caine didn't ask you on a date, he announced it. "You, my dear, have the honor of accompanying me on a very special adventure!" Handing you a bouquet of flowers and whatever else he thinks is "romantic," like a beating human heart.

★ He builds an entire park, complete with a flower garden. Just for the two of you to walk around in. Each sentence Caine says is rehearsed. But he tries his best to act casual. Ask him if he made this just for you, and he says it's "Just something I threw together."

★ The details tell a different story. Clearly, he had been working on this for a while. "You know, if I had a heart I'm sure it would be fluttery right now." You pause. Thinking about just how long he was waiting to say that.

★ While the two of you were gone, Bubble was left in charge. That ended exactly how you'd expect. With Jax stuck, stranded, on the tent's roof. Gangle hid in the pillow fort with Zooble. No clue where Ragatha and Kinger went. Same with Pomni.

[imababblekat]

Thank You, Caine

Anon, "Caine feeling unappreciated and us comforting him"

A/N: I just want to say that I would un-ironically sing "My baby, my baby, you're my baby, say it to me" to Caine while letting him rest his head in my lap and soothingly rub his back. I love him so much you guys ;-;

~xXx~

You're idly walking around the circus when the sounds of light sniffles catches your attention. Fearing the worst that one of your friends could possibly be about to lose it, you're quick to follow the sound into a room resembling that of a small lounge. Thankfully, the soft cries are not coming from one of the other circus members, but strangely instead from the circus ring master. It's Caine you find, huddled up on a couch with jaws shut tight and gloved hands placed against his shinning teeth.

You're curious but more so concerned. You've never seen Caine in such a state, and gingerly make your presence known.

"Hey, Caine?"

The AI makes no notion to be aware of your presence, and for a moment you think maybe you were just hearing things and Caine's actually doing some kind of update or whatever it is that AI's do. You're considering what to do next when Caine's somber reply comes crackling out.

"Not now. Come back later."

His voice breaks you. It's so different from his normally ecstatic tones, always ready and willing to be of need. It's dull with exhaustion and despondence. It doesn't take a genius to figure out why. The increasing disinterest and annoyance with his adventures from the others, and the more than disappointing results of the voting ballets would make anyone who's only goal to appease others distraught.

Caine, too caught up in his sorrow, pays no mind to the way the couch dips beside him. It's you, he knows it, but he doesn't care. He's too sad to care.

So you care for him, by hesitantly reaching out to place a comforting hand on his back, rubbing soothing circles into the fabric of his coat. It's a feeling he's not used to. The warmth of the action and the meaning behind it, nearly causes him to start crying once more. Instead, he chokes back a sob, falling into your side and clutching at your avatars outfit. Caine's actions are a surprise to you both, but neither of you question it. Rather, you simply reach down to embrace him back, quietly murmuring to him something you realize you should say more often.

"Thank you, Caine."

The words clutch something deep and raw within him, and he finds himself snuggling even further into your touch. It's all he's ever wanted to hear, but right now, in this moment of amity, Caine feels it's you he should be thanking.

~xXx~

[obeythebutler]

Coming home after a day at RAD means taking a nap.

Classes are an hour long, eight periods every day. Curses and hexes, potions and spells, mathematics, history, seductive speed craft, law, language and code of conduct.

Sometimes a new potion is made instead of the intended one. Or a black vortex is created, and one time you accidentally hexed Leviathan so that he stood upside-down on the ceiling.

Exhaustion weighs heavy on your shoulders as you step through the door, marble floors echoing each other brother’s footsteps as they depart to their respective rooms.

Beelzebub grabs a snack from the kitchen first, Satan chugs a glass of water as Mammon throws his bag on a nearby chair, conveniently forgetting that his elder brother will make him pick it up later. Leviathan and Asmodeus make a beeline for their rooms: one to recharge and the other to complete routine.

Belpheghor will likely have fallen asleep in his room, and Lucifer brews a fresh cup of coffee before departing to his study.

You change out of your uniform and freshen up enough to plop back into bed.

It’s aftermoon.

The bed sinks with your weight, overhead lanterns dimming themselves when you snap your fingers. There’s no homework due tomorrow, and with that joyous snippet of information you snuggle deeper into your pillow. Your eyes are heavy with fatigue.

And in the silence you fall sleep.

Sometime later, when tea has been brewed and everyone gathered one of the brothers will come to wake you up. A pat on your head, crooning as they gently stir you from slumber.

And when you mumble and groggily try to pull them into bed with you your demon will chuckle.

It's only for a moment, they swear. Just to amuse you. And its already five pm, Name, sleep too long and you won't be able to fall asleep at night again. They'll mutter and mumble as they draw the covers over you both.

But the warmth of your bed with their beloved human is too tempting to get rid of.

And it is in a demon's nature to never resist temptation.

[professorlehnsherr-almashy]

In a perfect world the mummy 1999, night at the museum and national treasure all happen in the same universe and are connected

[angelltheninth]

Comforting Caine After an Adventure

Pairing: Caine x Reader

Tags: fluff, angst, established relationship, hurt/comfort, kissing. cuddles, self doubt

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A/N: I feel really sorry for Caine. The guy is spiraling and no one sees it.

Nowadays it was becoming more and more common to see Caine sad or low on energy

Odd, he was always the most hyper out of anyone in the Circus, out of both of you

But every time he came back into your room he would float in with his head down, his shoulders, his whole body slumped over

He would often bounce ideas of off you, asking you what he could improve, what you would enjoy, but you knew he didn't take criticism well, especially from everyone else

Another failed adventure, he would mumble in misery as he flopped down unto the bed, his feet kicking the bed behind him in an effort to kick his shoes off

Pretended he didn't care if you cuddled him or not but you would see a literal happiness meter go up above his head when you held him

Glitched out when you would take his hands and kiss them, he wasn't programed for such affection but he here is, getting it anyways

Would complain about running out of ideas and how maybe he isn't the right guy for the job after all

Maybe the Circus would be better without him, maybe someone could replace him, not that he wanted that to happen at all

Since no one in the Circus really needs to sleep the two of you spend many hours talking, with you reassuring him that he will eventually find an adventure that everyone will like

Then they'll see how awesome of a game host he really is

Caine had no idea he could feel so many feelings at once before you showed up, it was honestly a bit overwhelming for him

Overwhelming but very welcome as you seem to be the only person here who actually cares about all the effort he puts into what he does, all the adventures and fun times

Which is exactly why he makes sure that you'll never abstract, he will protect you because you protect him, even if it goes against his programing

[kennico]

catnip

[donnetellotheturtle]

Eddie: ...after the events of last night...all in favor of never letting <player> get drunk again?

Volt: Aye.

Eddie: Aye.

Player: Oh come on guys i wasnt that drunk!

Volt:

Eddie: You colored our faces with highlighter cause you said we're important.

Player: *Tearing up* Cause you are important!

[patheticlittlemen]

Stable Connection #1

Eddie/Volt/Reader

Words: 2079

Warnings: N/A

A/N: HI okay apparently i forgot to post this on tumblr but here's a fluffy one

Summary: A short fic about learning to take care of yourself when you're sick.

“God, that’s grating.” Eddie groans as your alarm goes off. His voice is muffled, seeming far away as you blink your eyes. It only takes a moment for your head to start pounding, but it comes on so suddenly that your ears start ringing.

“We’ve got to change it.” Volt groans as he turns it off. He turns to you, gently nuzzling against your neck. Eddie does the same, wrapping his arm around you to hold onto Volt as he plants a kiss on your forehead. You can never get enough of their attention and right now you’re basking in it despite your throbbing head.

“You’re so warm.” Volt murmurs, lips brushing your skin. Eddie murmurs in agreement but pauses.

“A little too warm.” Eddie places his hand to your forehead. “You feeling alright, my love?”

You sigh as you lean into his touch, still half-asleep. “I have a headache.”

Eddie clicks his tongue after a moment. “I think you have a fever.”

A groan escapes your mouth as you curl up between your lovers. You’re so warm and comfortable, but the thought of being stuck in bed while they work makes you feel bad. You’re not particularly known for taking time off, even when you need it.

“I can’t have a fever, I’m supposed to help out at Breaker Box today.” You mumble, burying your face into Eddie’s chest as Volt snuggles close to you. Maybe you can convince them to let you join them anyways?

“We’ll be fine, live wire.” Volt murmurs, stroking your arm. “Take the day off.”

“You know I’m not good at that.” You moan, turning around to face Volt. He pulls you close, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. His white hair falls around his face as he gently strokes your cheek. You’d gladly stay with them all day, despite the piercing pain in your head.

“Seriously.” Eddie murmurs, sighing as he sits up. “We’ll be alright. You always tell us to take care of ourselves, now it’s your turn.”

Volt follows suit, sitting up and stretching. You groan, trying to pull them back down. Eddie chuckles, leaning in to give you a gentle kiss before leaning over you to give Volt one.

“Go back to sleep.” Volt murmurs as he pulls away from Eddie, rustling your hair. You huff and push his hand away, sitting up. Wincing, you put a hand to your head as the room spins around you. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Eddie raises his eyebrow, pushing you back down.

“With you.” You groan, turning to bury your face in your pillow.

“You’re staying right here, love.” Volt chuckles as he slides out of bed. Eddie follows him, stretching. You take the opportunity to give his ass a smack and he yelps in surprise.

“Still as live as always.” Eddie chuckles, grinning at you. He walks around the bed to meet Volt, kissing him softly. His hand trails up Volt’s side, resting at his waist. Volt reaches up to cup Eddie’s face and you smile. You’ll never get sick of seeing your lovers’ gentle shows of affection.

“Giving me a show?” You grin, sitting up again. Volt pushes you back down without breaking the kiss and you whine.

“This is so not fair.” Groaning, you pull the sheets up around you. “I can’t believe I have to sit here while you have all the fun.”

Eddie huffs playfully, leaning in to kiss you on the forehead. Volt joins him, kissing your cheek. The softness of their touches contrasts the sharp pain still very present in your head.

“We’ll be back later.” Eddie strokes your hair before stepping away to get dressed. Your eyes stay trained on him as he pulls on his clothes and Volt joins him.

“You’re staring.” Volt chuckles, tucking his shirt in. It feels like everything he does is so graceful, down to the simplest things.

“How can I not? The two most handsome men I’ve ever seen are giving me a show. Though, I’d like it more if you were taking the clothes off.”

“That’ll cost you.” Volt grins, turning to playfully pose with his ass facing you. You chuck a pillow at him and he jumps in surprise.

“Feisty as ever.” He murmurs, his velvet voice sounding like music to your ears. What wouldn’t you give to have him accompany you on your day off?

Eddie dips out of the room, returning with a glass of water and advil. You gladly take it, swallowing the advil with a large gulp of water.

“How’d you know I needed this?” The throbbing in your head intensifies and you wince.

“That.” Eddie cups your face. “You always make a face when you’re in pain.”

“Didn’t know I was so easy to read.” You lean into his touch, kissing his palm.

“We know you well enough. Besides, you never ask for help. I think we’ve learned how to read what you need on your face.”

Your eyebrows furrow and you huff. “I know how to ask for help.”

“You’re getting better at it.” Volt smooths his vest down, glancing at you. “There’s still something to be desired though.”

“You make it sound like I’m a child.”

“Not a child.” Eddie runs a hand through his hair. “Just… someone who’s used to doing everything themself.”

“And that’s coming from someone who’s been in your place before.” Volt walks around to Eddie, wrapping his arm around his waist. “You help us so much. Let us help you.”

Looking between your lovers, you feel less patronized and more adored. They’re right, though. You have a hard time accepting help when you need it, and even more when you don’t need it. It’s always been difficult asking anything of others, but it’s become easier with Eddie and Volt.

“We’ve got to go, love.” Eddie leans in to give you one last kiss. Volt does the same, smiling softly at you. 

“I’m sorry you’re not feeling well, live wire.” Volt gently pats your cheek before stepping away. “I hope you get some rest.”

You mumble, closing your eyes and falling asleep before you know it.

Hours later, another headache brings you out of a fever dream. Blinking your eyes, the room comes into view. On the nightstand next to you is another full glass of water and more advil. You swallow the advil and gulp down the entire glass of water, panting as you set it down. Sitting up, the room starts to spin and you steady yourself, rubbing your eyes. The headache begins to subside after a moment of sitting up, and you pull yourself out of bed.

Shuffling out of bed, you spot Eddie’s shirt tossed on the floor and pull it on, along with one of Volt’s jackets. The smell of them surrounds you, soothing the guilt that you can’t be with them to help. It’s fine, right? They managed without you all the time.

Resigning yourself to actually resting, you make your way to the living room and curl up on the couch, turning on a show. After a bit, you decide to get up and make yourself a cup of tea. The kettle whistles softly as you lean against the counter, eyes landing on the pile of dishes in the sink. You said you’d take care of it last night, but Eddie came home particularly riled up and the three of you were in the bedroom before you could address them. 

You avert your eyes and take the kettle off the stovetop, pouring the water in your mug and dipping the teabag in. As you stir your tea, you notice just how dirty the countertop is. The full laundry bin joins the thought as you stir your tea. You bring your mug to the couch, settling in and trying to push away any urges to clean.

I mean, this is my first day off in a while, and it’s not like chores are too hard.

You shake your head to yourself and turn back to the TV, sipping your tea. It doesn’t take long for the thoughts of cleaning to return. Maybe just a little wouldn’t hurt, you think as you finish your tea and turn the TV off.

Hours later, you lie on the couch, exhausted. The dishes are done, the countertops sparkling, and laundry folded and ready to be put away. Before you know it, your eyelids are fluttering and you’re drifting off.

You’re awoken by a gentle kiss on your forehead, groaning as the room spins around you. 

“Live wire?” A gentle voice murmurs, and you weakly reach out to hold whatever’s in front of you. Volt’s soft hair brushes your fingers as your hand lands on his shoulder.

“Why aren’t you in the bed?” Volt’s warm voice washes over you and you pull him close, nuzzling your head against his neck. A small part of you wishes he would just pick you up and bring you back to bed so you could properly sleep.

“And why is the kitchen cleaner than I remember it being when I left? There’s a notable lack of dishes in the sink.” The door closes behind Eddie as he walks towards you. He crosses his arms, raising his eyebrows at you as he waits for an answer.

“I forgot to do them yesterday. And I figured while I was doing it, I’d clean the counter.” You murmur, tangling your fingers into Volt’s hair.

“My love.” Eddie sighs, running a hand through his hair. “I thought we told you to rest. I didn’t know cleaning was what you constitute as rest.”

Volt strokes your hair, sighing. “Didn’t know we’d have to keep watch over you, too.”

“I’m fine.” You sit up, clutching onto Volt as a dizzy spell flashes over you. He gently reaches around you, pulling you into his arms and lifting you up.

“You’re not fine.” Eddie says, voice harsh. “You’re sick and exhausting yourself because you don’t know how to rest.”

You frown, burying your face into Volt’s neck and breathing in the scent of him and the club. “Are you mad at me?”

“Not mad.” Eddie sighs, walking over to you and grabbing your chin to make you look at him. “We’re worried. You’re going to run yourself into the ground if you don’t take time for yourself.”

“I’m sorry.” You mumble, pouting at Eddie.

“It’s okay.” Eddie lets go of your chin, kissing your cheek. “Just… let us take you back to the bed.”

Volt carries you to the bed, setting you down and pulling the sheets around you. You reluctantly let go of him, curling up and watching Eddie eye the laundry basket. Volt glances at it too, frowning.

“Laundry too?” He looks back at you, concern flashing in his eyes. You slowly nod, averting your gaze from either of the men.

“I just wanted… I don’t know. I saw the dishes, then I saw the counter, and I… I’m sorry.”

“There’s no need to apologize.” Volt sits next to you, placing his hand on your arm. “We’re not upset, we just don’t want you to run yourself dry. Especially when you’re sick.”

Eddie sits on the other side of you, brushing his hair away from his face. “What does it take for you to learn to take time for yourself? I don't want something bad to happen for you to realize. I know all about that and we both know it doesn’t end well.”

“Yeah.” You murmur, looking up at Eddie. You’ve seen him at his worst, and remember how scared he was to lose Volt. Hell, he was willing to burn himself out to save the other man. The look in his eyes wasn’t anger, it was fear.

“I’ll… I’ll be better about it. I’m sorry for worrying you.” The look in Eddie’s eyes softens as he hears your words.

“Thank you.” Eddie leans down to place a kiss on your forehead. You turn to Volt, his gentle smile making your heart warm.

“We love you, live wire. And we can only take care of you so much.” Volt murmurs, stroking your cheek.

Nodding, you pull the sheets up around you. “I’m feeling pretty tired.”

“I bet.” Eddie stands up. “Give us a minute and we’ll be right with you.”

You smile, yawning and closing your eyes.  “I love you two.”

“We love you.” Eddie and Volt respond at the same time, the last words you hear before drifting off.

[devildomwriter]

A Seagull Steals Their Food | Headcanons

Lucifer

• “Oh,” he says and grabs the seagull midair. He lets it go because he only grabbed it on instinct and clicks his tongue before he gets a new bite to eat.

• The seagull is scared for its life wondering how someone just plucked it out midair

• He and the seagull keep staring at each other as he finally gets to eat and there is a quiet understanding among the seagull population to not touch Lucifer’s food

Mammon

• “Ah dammit what the hell was that, a flying rat!?”

• Very frustrated because dammit that food cost him valuable money but he’ll get over it once you comfort him

• He will not eat his food anywhere near seagulls now and is on guard when at the beach

Leviathan

• “…” He’s in shock, he doesn’t even know what to say he just looks at you.

• He gets new food and is targeted again before lashing out at the seagulls and running for cover so he can finally eat

• “Even the birds look down on me…” ‘No that’s just a seagull thing’ “It’s because they can tell I’m just a gross lazy—“ ‘No, trust me, the seagulls are just that bloodthirsty’ “Huh!?”

Satan

• “What just!—” He’s stunned and growls which causes all the seagulls to stay far away from him

• Whatever he buys next is enjoyed in peace as a singular growl terrifies them all to suppress their most basic instinct to find food

• He starts feeling bad they won’t get near him now so he buys them food as a peace offering

Asmodeus

• “No, my shot!!!”

• He was just trying to take a pic of his food first and despite your warnings, it happens two more times before he begins to threaten the seagulls and you go to eat somewhere indoors instead

Beelzebub

• “….” He’s so upset he can’t even think straight. His precious food disappeared right before his eyes and this time it wasn’t his fault.

• “I wonder what seagulls taste like….” You have to stop him and bring him somewhere away from the seagulls so he can’t take revenge though he wouldn’t even try to if you just asked him sweetly but it’s better safe than sorry

• He respects the seagulls’ passion for food but otherwise holds a grudge and knows to look out for them now

Belphegor

• “I—what? Where did…?”

• He mumbles bitterly when he realizes what happened

• He swears they’re laughing at him. He doesn’t feel like going through the line for food again so you’ll have to share or do it for him to prevent him from getting upset with the seagulls.

Solomon

• “Pft! Whoops…I haven’t been to the beach in a while I forgot about those guys…”

• He thinks it’s funny and just buys something instead. If it had been his homemade food even the seagulls would stay away which is why this never happened to him in the distant past back when there weren’t food stalls on the beach.

• Starts documenting the seagulls for some reason

Thirteen

• “Ack! You crazy bird!”

• She’s pretty annoyed but gets over it and starts to think it’s funny.

• She eventually gets new food and begins planning a trap designed after seagulls and their “amazing tactics.”

Simeon

• “Oh my,” he’s quite startled but laughs it off and gets more food.

• He hums to himself as he eats his new food and something about his humming or him being an angel attracts and calms the seagulls

• There is now a crowd taking pictures of the most docile seagulls they’ve ever seen surrounding a man eating in peace unbothered by them.

Raphael

• “How….I’m meant to predict everything…” ‘It’s okay.’ “I need to reevaluate my training…” ‘no no no you’re okay—‘

• Cannot fathom how a seagull nabbed his food, he was just sitting there about to take a bite and suddenly it was gone

• Eventually he decides it must be because he obviously didn’t register the seagull as a threat so it wasn’t even on his radar.

• Buy him some more food and he’s right as rain but looking more closely at the birds from now on

Luke

• “Aaaaah no! Mr seagull!”

• He’s very sad but forgives the bird because he sees how happy it is to eat.

• He buys the seagulls separate food so he can eat his own but now they believe his food is theirs and he is chased around while Solomon takes pictures.

Michael

• “Wh—“

• Takes a minute to process that an animal just got the better of him—the leader of the angels.

• He is evaluating his entire life and you have to reassure him that just because a seagull got the better of him it doesn’t mean demons or other enemies will

Mephistopheles

• “The hell?!”

• Yells at the bird and you have to stop him from using magic to take it back

• He’s rich anyway so he just buys a new one and eats it inside this time, glaring at the seagulls every so often

Barbatos

• “Oh my.”

• Is a little startled. He only didn’t see it coming because he was so focused on you, no other scenario would have seen him robbed by a bird

• He chuckles to himself and just eats something else

Diavolo

• “Wh! Ahahahahahaha! Such a daring bird! My, you were fast!”

• A little upset about the food but also thoroughly amused and impressed the animal wasn’t intimidated by his magical aura but you’ve seen before how animals don’t seem to care about that

• He buys more food specifically to feed to the birds and ends up swarmed by them, even his loud laughter is drowned out by the happy seagulls and people are starting to wonder if Diavolo is okay being surrounded by them like that

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Headcanon:

Johnny is sensory seeking autistic. That’s why he’s sining all the time. He needs the room to be loud. If it gets too quiet he has to make noise. He loves performing, he likes the lights on the stage and the noise of the crowds. He also likes to rub his hands over things curtains or anything with texture he likes.