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If you don’t already know, theres been some allegations regarding him meeting up with an underaged fan and trying to kiss/engage in sexual acts with them. If you want more on the situation, theres a doc and this video too with proof. I’ve heard this has been repeatedly brought up before but has been kind of drowned out everytime it’s mentioned. I only heard about the situation a few days ago, and I think claims as serious as this—alleged or not, need to be paid attention to.

I’ve heard people have commented about it on his socials, but he’s ended up deleting any comments similar to how he deletes comments regarding his AI usage, and I think he’s recently gone private on twitter because of some fans calling it out. all in all this situation is really gross, and im making this post so that more people in the fandom know & we can at the very least ATTEMPT to push for a statement.

I’m not sure what else to say, but I do want to mention that I don’t think you guys should immediately jump to “oh this isn’t true!” And “Ayme would never do this!”

These are serious allegations that shouldn’t be immediately shrugged off just bc u like the voice actor/the game hes involved with. A lot of the times victims do not speak out because of things like that. so I want everyone to be mindful when it comes to this. dont baby ayme hes an adult he has the ability to use his words and say something.

Mammon barely glanced up as they passed through the living room, but he did tease, "And where have you two been all evenin', huh?"

Belphegor rolled his eyes and retorted, "Why do you care?"

"Uncle Demon was having a buy 3, get 2 free sale," Beelzebub explained. The bags rustled as lifted his arms to peek into each one. Belphegor slowed to a stop in front of the hallway to wait for his twin to do whatever.

Beelzebub found what he was looking for on the crook of his elbow and shifted all of the bags until that one could slide easily down his wrist and be passed over to you. You happily grabbed it as Beelzebub said, "We got your favorite. Well, I don't actually remember which flavor's your favorite, but there's half a dozen in there that you'll probably like."

You thanked him and peered inside. The scent of cream and freshly baked dough drifted out.

Mammon finally sat up, his attention piqued. His phone fell to the wayside and he eyed your goodies with greed. "Where's mine?" he asked.

Beelzebub responded, "We didn't get any for you. Most of these are mine."

"Why not!?" Mammon jumped to his feet dramatically. He proudly puffed out his chest and prattled on, "As your best big bro, I deserve a little donut souvenir from time to time, don't ya think?"

"You're right, Mammon. Actually, we do have something for you," Belphegor said as he reached into the bag closest to his dominant hand. He rooted around for a few seconds, shifting its contents around in circles.

Mammon rubbed his hands together and spun around to face the youngest. "That's more like it! What'd ya get me?"

The two of you had carried your newly acquired merch home, washed, changed, snacked on the last of your energy bars, and basically passed out together when your figurative batteries finally reached zero. It was now sometime in the late afternoon of the next day. You were both awake, kind of, but still too exhausted to rouse yourselves up and rejoin society.

Fun memories of the event kept popping into your mind as you laid next to Leviathan. Or maybe you were on top of him. Perhaps he was on top of you. The two of you were so tangled together that it was hard to tell.

His neck scales felt cool against your cheek. You didn't care if they were bumpy, just as it didn't matter that Leviathan's hand was lodged under your armpit and your elbow was digging into his side. It wasn't too uncomfortable. The oversized t-shirt you changed into that had been launched out of a cannon at one of the concerts was sliding down your shoulder. Leviathan loosely gripped the side of it, his neatly trimmed nails held flush against your body through the fabric. The waistband of his underwear was pulled up higher than his actual bottoms, but you modestly covered it with your thigh.

Your muscles ached. You couldn't straighten your arm all the way and the blisters on your ankles were covered with hastily-applied bandages. Their edges curled upward as the adhesive peeled off, probably due to Leviathan's tail. Part of it wrapped around your lower leg. Every few minutes he would relax too much and his tail would slide off, and every few minutes you felt it steadily coil around your foot again. It was the most movement either of you were capable of making.

Even though you both took very thorough showers to wash the sweaty con funk away, Leviathan still had a spot of black eyeliner smudged across his left eye. A remnant from his incredibly short lived cosplay photoshoot. You would wipe it off for him later, which would distract him from the red scale-shaped imprint left on your face from cuddling against him.

The US Government is currently trying to pass an incredibly dangerous national law for trans youth called HR 2616.

This bill would ban all Federally funded schools from teaching about gender identity or sexual orientation, prevent teachers from using the correct pronouns and names for trans students, remove books with any trans representation in them, and even go as far as to prevent teachers from acknowledging trans identity AT ALL.

Any school that does not follow this will lose all federal funding. This bill would also require teachers to forcibly out trans students to their families, which would be fatal to any trans student with a transphobic Family or just hateful family in general. Trans people are already a group that already has some of the highest rates of being victim to suicide, domestic violence, and sexual assault.

This bill actively makes teachers put those innocent children at such a big risk. This bill has rapidly passed the house this week with support from all 209 republicans, as well as 8 democrats. But, it's still being voted on in the senate, which means there is still time to help stop this.

To help stop this, you can visit 5calls.org (look up 2616 in the search bar), one of the most top issues filed Oppose Attacks on LGBTQ+ Students. Once you put in your general location, it will pull-up contact information for your senator, and give you a script for calling them.

If you are a minor and/or do not feel comfortable doing this, PLEASE repost this on here, or any other platform you are on/can find! This needs to be heard and fought against.

Thank you for reading this, my lovely people!

Mine are under the cut so this doesn't get hellishly long

"Go to your room!" you countered, boldly standing your ground in the face of severe demonic pressure.

Pacts were so great. So convenient. You didn't even really register that you were using magic, it just happened in the heat of the moment. Lucifer looked utterly gobsmacked when he was compelled to put one foot in front of the other and just walk away. He tried to fight it. He dragged his feet. He failed.

"How dare you. This is not over. Don't think for a second I'm letting this go."

The clothes were a little damp and you had no idea how long they sat in there. Belphegor probably went to take a nap while the washer worked its magic and just didn't wake up when it finished.

You grabbed a random purple article of clothing, the closest thing to you on top of the pile. Clothes wet for more than twelve hours had a musty, mildew-y smell and needed to be rewashed. You could at least send Belphegor a courtesy text to either pick up his laundry or wash it again before you pulled it all out of the machine.

Moisture tickled your nose and left your skin feeling cool but wasn't unpleasant. The clothing smelled fine. Not exactly fresh, but not stinky either. They smelled a bit like their owner if he had been forgotten in a washing machine overnight. If you tossed it all in a basket and left it by the door, Belphegor would surely retrieve it sooner or later.

You didn't think it would be so soon though. Your eyes drifted towards the door and you jumped upon seeing the Avatar of Sloth himself, slouched over in his pajamas and staring at you with a curled upper lip. His hair was all flat on one side and messy on the other.

"Hey. You forgot your laundry," you told him.

He sounded exhausted. "So why are you sniffing it?"

Belphegor was often cranky if the clock showed single digits. He wouldn't accept any excuses this early in the day, even if they were valid.

"I was making sure they're not moldy," you explained. "Better be thankful I found it before anybody else."

Belphegor exhaled slowly. He hadn't expected to see you hunched over his laundry, nose in his underwear first thing in the morning. The perfect descriptor came to mind.

The feeling of Lucifer the angel is completely different than Lucifer, the avatar of pride.

As an angel, Lucifer is showing softness and is not trying to scare the human. Angels take their power from human love. That's why he never wants to look scary, even when he falls. He cares for MC’s well-being, while still being that strict, serious brother of other angels. Never trying to hurt. Never making them run away.

Fallen angel Lucifer, is the one who looks up to humans, because he was created for love. For light and protection. Doesn't want them to run. Wants to show that he's not a higher being, wanting to give them enough comfort to trust him.

When there's a need to judge him, he feels like an angel. He wants to be trusted, that he is indeed, still an angel inside, not a demon he's called.

When in the end he's a demon, he's like there's no need for first impression or trust. There's no need to be nice to someone, so they aren't afraid. He doesn't care. He got his own work and life. And playing nice and pure never worked.

Look where he is right now.

He already looked too much like a demon.

Finally Lucifer sighs and has to remove it with magic and float it safely to a bush where you can see it because you’re scared if they teleport it away it’ll be into a pit of lava as retaliation for causing you pain.

“It’s just a bug…” Lucifer says with a furrowed brow.

“A scared bug.” You argue.

“I’m going to enchant your pool to prevents bugs from falling in, that way this won’t happen again…”

You give him a tight hug, thanking him.

“You know these were created as punishment for humanity right?”

“We share the earth now, we should be kind to each other. Everything has a purpose, even if it looks a little scary to some people.”

Here anonlings.... a catan for you and everyone... anything for you guys.. 🥹

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