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after such a long spout of inactivity, i’ve decided to retire from this blog

if there’s anyone interested in taking it over, i’m extremely open to handing this blog over to someone who is able to take care of it. send me a message or something if you’re interested in it and we can talk.

i’m going to change the way i answer requests

Mephisto wouldn’t have too much of a problem with his child becoming an exorcist or their desire of joining the true cross order, though he would be much more observant of their behavior. It wouldn’t be surprising to him, in all honesty.

Lucifer would be torn. He’d always declared people who challenged his ideals, the enemy, but this was his own child, who he’d raised and watched develop over the span of years. In the end, he would likely disown his child, no matter how much stinging he felt in the furthest corners of his heart.

Rin would smile down at his daughter, ruffling her hair until it was messy, saying that one day, he’d do his best to get her the prettiest pony ever.

Mephisto wasn’t the best with kids, even with his own child, but he knew enough to not let his daughter down and play a little into her fantasy. “Of course, what color do you want?”

Arthur’s heart would soar at how cute his daughter was, and he’d scoop her right into his arms, moving her up to sit on his shoulders, “But why would you need a pony, when I can take you wherever you want already?”

//sort of setting this in a time where there’s no giant chaos going on, also setting it where rin, yukio, and bon are out of high school

Rin would be overjoyed to hear the news, and eventually, would joke that maybe twins run in his genes. His favorite part of the pregnancy would be talking to his partner’s stomach, and feeling the babies kick inside of them. But even with the happiness he felt, he would be worried to death about his love’s wellbeing.

Yukio would be shocked, to say the least. He’d never seen himself as a family man, and wondered if he was really prepared to be a father. Once his partner soothed his worries of being a model parent, more worries of whether his children would have special abilities like Rin would appear. Good luck, s/o.

Mephisto never expected to have children, so twins was surely a disruption of his future imagery. He’d be curious how they would turn out (being demon-spawn) and, surprisingly, get really into decorating the nursery for the incoming babies. He’d do everything he could to make sure his partner had the smoothest pregnancy possible.

Konekomaru stared back at you, mouth slightly ajar at your proclamation, and it took him a few moments to come back to reality. Did he hear you right? Well, yeah, he did, but this was just so sudden, how was he supposed to respond? Was this some kind of prank? Of course not, you were too kind to do something like that. Oh gosh, you’re looking at him...

He felt his cheeks heat up as the moment of silence drew longer, and he began to pull at the collar of his shirt before he gathered his courage and spoke up,

here’s the requests that were sent in during the confusing time where my blog said open but the ask said closed... i’m sorry

i’m an idiot and didn’t realise the blog still said my ask was open for requests, now i know what was with the onslaught of requests from people…

The two of you are leaning in to seal your very first kiss with each other, hearts racing in time, eyes sliding closed, holding your breath as you come closer...

Only to bump your foreheads together, sending an embarrassed flush to either of your cheeks as your eyes snap open to stare at each other in disbelief.

Before Rin can apologize for ruining the moment, you close the gap and place your lips on his softly.

The question comes out of nowhere, given the two of you have been watching sitcom reruns for the past two hours. But you're game, open to challenges, and most of all, want to see Shima suffer.

Shima is genuinely surprised when you agree, having only meant it as a joke (for the most part) and begins to quake in excitement as he awaits his fantasy to become a reality.

Lately, your bedroom excursions had lost their flare, so you've decided to liven things up a little.

The mood is perfect; a playlist of trashy songs with a heavy bass and even tempo playing on your stereo, the lights are dimmed, and Yukio is seated in a chair facing you.